[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 seventeen
❛❛good job... you just killed yourself ❜❜
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It was weird to see the creature this close, it was even more hideous to stand this close to it, Poe never realized that how wet this creature look, it's bulbous body glistening, it looked to be a kind of creature that could live under a sea, minus it's metallic tentacles. Poe had never seen something so ugly. He had seen gross stuff while working in Slicers but this creature could be worse.
"Is it really dead?" Minho cautiously stepped closely to the dead creature.
"Be careful, it might not be" Alby said, "let's be sure that it is before we could do anything else"
"Wanna poke at it?" Poe raised his brows as he turned to both boys, "Throw a shoe at it maybe?"
Minho and Alby didn't respond and kept staring at the the dead creature. Poe looked at it again, trying to figure out what to do with it. He felt that this could be an opportunity to examine this creature, he felt that there's something about this Griever. Something that they needed to do with it, Poe knows that there must be.
Minho threw an empty canteen at the creature, making Poe flinch and made his stomach turn. But the creature didn't make any movement. "Seems dead to me" Minho shrugged.
"Yes but what do we do with it?" Poe asked. He turned to Alby, "Alby?"
Alby took a moment to think before asking Minho, "How long do you think it'll take if we just walk back to the Glade?"
"Walking?" Minho pressed his brows together, he checked the time, "We got about couple of hours until the doors closes, chances are we might make it back... what are you thinking about?"
Alby sighed sharply, "I say we take this thing back to the Glade"
Poe scoffed, "Are you shucked in the head? You wanna drag this thing all the way back to the Glade? We're miles from there. Minho, don't you think this is crazy?"
Minho didn't respond and seemed to be thinking. Reluctant and gave a weak shrug. "Look, Poe, we've never had a dead Griever in front of us before, I say we take this chance, you and the Slicers will chop this thing apart, piece by piece and see if there's anything in this thing"
Poe still thought this was crazy. He stuttered out the sounds as he was trying to find words to refuse. "Goddamn you two" Poe muttered.
"Come on" Alby stepped forward to the creature. Poe was still hesitant to get close to the creature, he watched Alby and Minho approaching the Griever for a moment. Alby picked up one of the tentacles while Minho grabbed the other. Both showing a slight struggle as they lift up the metallic arms. They both looked up at Poe as he had his hands placed on his hips. "You gonna help us, or what?" Said Alby.
