[REWRITE COMING SOON] A story where a boy with a mysterious and complicated past falls for the boy with a limp. [ newt x male oc x teresa]
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PART I ; The Maze
Three months before Thomas came, a boy name, Poe comes out of the Box with no memories a...
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pre-the maze runner chapter two
❛❛i wouldn't get too close if i were you ❜❜
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Poe found himself standing metres from the gap between the giant walls. He stared in stun at the giant walls, they were like the size of a tall building, staring at it made his skin crawl and he gulped. His eyes dropped, gazed down, eyes went ahead, in front of him was the gap, what it seems to be the way out of this strange place. A large, shaded corridor with concrete floors, another wall ahead at the end of the corridor.
The boy who calls himself Nick, who is in charge of this place, he says through that gap, the way out, every each other side of these giant walls is the Maze. The Maze. Poe wasn't sure how to feel about that, should he be scared? Should he be worried? Neither of those he felt when he probably should've. The Maze didn't seem to scare him. Although this place seemed awfully familiar to him.
Familiar, like he has been here before. But he can't remember.
Poe didn't realize that he was taking a few steps forward to get a closer look at the strange looking corridor. The closer he got, he felt this soft breeze coming from the Maze, that soft breeze had his skin grow tiny bumps and the chills swam over him.
"I wouldn't get too close if I were you, Greenie," an unfamiliar voice said behind him. Poe turned, a boy with dark greasy hair, slender, jawbone, he had a machete tucked into his belt, green shirt with sleeves that were rolled over his elbows and brown baggy shorts. He turned his gaze over his shoulder, Poe followed his gaze and see a tall kid crossing his arms and watching them both. "or you'll lose an arm if you draw too close. We're not allowed to get close... or into the Maze" this boy had an accent, deep and thick. He sounded almost as adult as well. "It's one of our rules. You break one, you face consequences"
"Rules?" Poe raised his brows, he turns his head back and looked into the Maze again. "Any idea how big the Maze is?"
"No clue took the Runners to study the place for over a year, I'd say it's really big, big enough to search every end and turn for over a year" the boy answered, "You take a guess yourself. We are right in the middle of it. As what Minho said"
Over a year. Poe imagined the Maze could be bigger than he thinks. There are words that spoke out of this boy's mouth that Poe could not understand. "Runners? What's that?" He looked at the boy.
"They're the only ones that can go into the Maze" the boy replied. "It's a tough job, even to get a shot at it. Took Ben for months to get it— Ben is one of our Runners and Minho... Minho has been one the longest, I think from the very start... now, scoot back—" The boy stepped close to him then nudged Poe's arm to get back. "You don't want to wake the lion"
