[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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the maze runner chapter fifteen
❛❛i think i knew that new kid before... ❜❜
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"What did you do, Poe? What have you done?"
Flickering images emerged into Poe's dream, flashes of a strange place he's been seeing. From Poe's perspective of an unknown area with multiple monitors and watches over a dozen people on their desks. He sits at his own desk in his own office where he's looking through various files on his desk screen. He finds himself lying down on a gurney as he's being carried away, everything's disorienting.
"This is a mistake" it's the same girl's voice he's been hearing. "You're making a mistake" unsure who she's talking to.
"Wicked is good. Remember, Poe, Wicked is good" says a woman's voice.
Poe wakes up. Slowly opened his eyes and sees the early dawn's light. He slowly blinked, exhaled softly, he shifted around on his hammock and gently sat up. He set his bare feet on the ground, leaned forward, elbows on his lap, face buried on his hands and fingers pressed on his closed eyes. There's a massive pang in his head, a soft ringing in his ears, it's like every time he dreams of his fragment of memories, it's like something is in his head, hitting a hammer against the walls of his skull and sometimes clawing.
What did I do? He asked himself. It's nothing new, his dream is nothing new.
"Another nightmare?" Newt stood in front of Poe, his voice was tired and weak.
Poe glanced up at Newt, "No. Just another weird one." He never told anyone of his dreams. His fragments of memories he's been dreaming about, though they all feel like they're just dreams rather than memories. But Poe knows they are memories. They make no sense at all, it's like they're just scrambling around, scrambling in his dreams, like they're just hints, hints of nothing but of his past. Sometimes he's too afraid to tell anyone about them when he should be telling someone he could trust. He trusts Anton, he trusts Teo and he trusts Newt. Of course the only one he has told is Bark and responded with only whimpers, yawns and a bark.
"Weird as in good or bad?" Newt stretched his arms.
"I don't even know" Poe mumbled, he rubbed his eyes.
Newt sighed sharply as he finished stretching. "Alright, come on, shank" he slightly slapped Poe's arm, telling him to follow.
He put on his boots before he followed Newt to the tower, the sun was still on the edge of the horizon, already spreading it's multiple dawn colours across the sky, slowing consuming the different shades of blues as the stars slowly faded away.
"There's something egging on you, Poe" Newt sat down on the edge of the tower, "is it?"
Poe sat down beside Newt, "More like... bothering" he shrugged. He's only known Newt for a month, he's been a good friend, too good of friend enough to trust.
