Lexi's P.O.V
Just then the box's door opened and I was temporarily blinded by the bright sunlight and. As a reflex I looked down at the darkness below. Wherever we came from was very far down.
"Newt, what is it?" I heard a voice say from above me.
I looked up hesitantly and saw what appeared to be 30 or so teenage boys coming into focus as if my eyes were camera lenses. It felt as if they were all staring down at me with devilish smirks. I became frazzled with my face as warm as a newly wed woman.
"There's two, a girl and a guy," a British accent said. He was kneeling down to get a better look at us. I looked up at him and took in his features; sandy blonde wavy hair and chocolate brown eyes. He wore a tan hoodie with a brown tank top underneath and blue jeans.
All I could hear were noises coming from above me; voices and fear squeezed my chest.
"Is the girl cute?"
"I call dibs on the girl."
"You can't call dibs on her."
"No one touches her!"
I recognized none of the boys; the voices were odd and echoed in my head. I was hit with a wave of confusion; my mind blistered with panic as if I was a deer seeing the headlights of a car. I was terrified and flustered so I pushed myself up against the closet wall for reassurance and inspected the crates and barrels surrounding me; the letters W.I.C.K.E.D were engraved in white on each of them.
"All you lot, slim it!" The British accent yelled at the boys. This startled me so I covered my ears and the blonde looked at me worryingly. I removed my hands from my ears as he jumped into the box. I turned to look at Thomas and he was giving the other boy the "don't even think about touching her" look but, he still proceeded.
The blonde turned around so he was staring up at the boys and announced: "Does someone want to help get them out or are you going to just keep staring at the girl all day." I felt my cheeks flush a deep rose pink shade. One of the boys hopped down into the box; he had a dark skin tone, pitch black buzzcut and wore a cream button-up shirt, blue jeans, and a black belt.
The blonde then turned around and crouched down so he was at eye level with me. He calmly said: "Name's Newt, greenie. Don't worry I'm not gonna hurt you." Then held out his hand for me to take.
I slipped my hand in his, feeling a sort of sense of familiarity run through me. I knew I'd seen him before, I couldn't remember from where.
He pulled me up and into a standing position as the other boy did the same with Thomas. One of the other boys from up above lowered a rope down to me. Next, Newt had me step into the looped rope and hold onto the other long end.
I was then lifted up, onto the grass and the same was done with Thomas. Once we were lying on the grass Newt and the other unknown boy climbed out of the box.
Newt knelt down so he was at eye level with me and said: "I forgot to mention, this is Alby, he's in charge around here but, when he's not I'm second in command." He said this while pointing to the tall, dark-skinned boy. He then added "so, can you two tell me your names?"
I hesitated before responding with "Alexandria but, I prefer Lexi." Thomas immediately jumped in and said "Thomas...and no one touches my sister!" Everyone either looked more confused or smiled. As if no one was watching he got up and started running. I could tell he had no clue where he was going but, wanted to get away from everyone.
"We got ourselves a runner," one of the guys yelled before Thomas tripped and face planted. All of the boys started laughing. I got up and ran over to him. "Are you okay?" I concerningly asked.
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A5/Newt from the Maze Runner Series
FanfictionWhat if Teressa wasn't the first girl to come up in the box? What if Thomas had a twin sister? Would he be protective toward her or a complete jerk? Read to find out.