Change (Maze Runner)

Chapter 1

Welcome to the Glade..

In the POV of Newt

This may be confusing at first, it will come along. Just keep reading.

A Day In The Glade...

Third Person POV

To say Newt was concerned would be an understatement.

He knew Thomas was stupid, but not that stupid.

Something must be shucked with that brain of his. Newt thought, staring at the food Frypan had given him.

It was dinner in the Glade, normally the best part of the day. The Gladers tried to act happy, but the occasional screams from the homestead didn't help the matter.

The Runners were feeling the loss. Sure, Thomas was a Greenie, he hadn't even been there a month and he was a runner, but he was good.

He had only just started his training when things went wrong. Or in the words of Teresa, "Everything is going to change."

Newt shivered, though the night air was warm.

He glanced at Chuck. The boy was Thomas's best friend. He looked sad, yet Newt knew of no way to cheer him up.

No, Thomas wasn't dead, but what he was going through made some others want to die.

Newt hadn't been through the Changing himself, but he had watched as Alby, Ben, Gally, and multiple others had.

It was horrifying.

There must've been a whole bunch of pain involved. There's always screaming. Or, in the words of Minho "sounds like someone's getting murdered up there."

Why was Thomas different?

Easy. Normally The Changing only took 2 to 3 days, but poor Thomas had been in there a week.

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"It's been a bloody week." Newt stared at Thomas. His body was now still and his breathing even, but everyone knew that wouldn't last.

"Everyone wants to know what's wrong." Minho reported. The Keeper tried to help Newt and Ably, the main leader of the Glade, keep up with things, but that was pretty hard when you had a messed up kid like Thomas screaming his head off every night and Grievers coming to get one kid per night.

The Grievers had started coming the night before Thomas had gotten stung. They had taken a Glader. Then Gally had dropped by with a weird message. Then the burning of the maps. Then when the Grievers had come that night Thomas decided to be a bloody hero and get stung so he could remember.

"We have no idea what's shuckin' wrong!" Newt yelled, "All I know is he's been in the buggin' Changing for a week now and won't wake up! It doesn't make any sense!"

"You think he really is that different?" Minho asked after a moment of silence, "He wanted to be a Runner from the time he learned about us. He was brave enough to spend a night in the maze. He kept going when I gave up. Could he be different? Could his memories be more important so they take more time?"

"I don't know." Newt responded, standing up, "but go do some running, you shank."

"Good that." Minho grinned, heading out the door.

Newt turned to the still figure of Thomas, "Please, Tommy. Please come back to us. Your memories may be needed more than ever before."

When he got no answer, Newt sighed and limped out of the room.

Little did he know about what was going on in his friend's mind...

My attempt at a Maze Runner fanfic. Let's see how this works...

It's really confusing right now, but you'll get it as I keep writing.

Heads up: This will be short, probably 5 to 8 chapters at the most.

~ Blackie