Arrows // The Maze Runner // Newt Love Story

\\ The Turbulence //

Hi guys!!

I'm Blair, the girl who writes this story, and I wanted to write a fanfiction for the Maze Runner movie which comes out in five days!! It's always been one of my favorite books, and when I found out that my favorite actor, Thomas Brodie-Sangster, was playing my favorite character, Newt, I knew I just had to do something to celebrate!

This first chapter might get a little confusing, so I apologize in advance, but I really hope you like it. I really do.

I picture Marigold Agnes to look something like Emma Watson(:

Enjoy!

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First, I had nothingness.

I was surrounded by dark; above me, below me, on both my sides. I was immobilized, unable to do anything but remain the way I was. Even if I could have had the strength to turn my head, I wouldn't find anything except for the black spreading onward for miles and miles.

For a moment, I didn't remember who I was. I didn't remember that my name was Marigold, I didn't remember that I was seventeen, I didn't remember that I came from WICKED, and, of all things, I didn't remember my own sister.

Hers was the first name to spring into the depths of my mind, just barely in my reach. Teresa. The thought of her was what brought everything flooding back, and I felt relief and ease spread through my body. I wasn't dead. No, I was very much alive, and I was on a task in the Maze.

Then, I had everything.

What brought me back my consciousness was the clicking of a Griever in the distance. WICKED had programmed them to stay away from me and only me, so I wasn't worried. Instead, I opened my eyes, and engulfed myself in colors that never before had I appreciated so much. Green. Grey. Beige. Blue. Even the brown of my hair being blown into my face due to a gentle breeze.

I tangled my hand in the ivy on the wall rising up on my right, using it to pull myself to my feet. Having just awoken, I stumbled as my knees threatened to give out, but held onto the plant until I was steady.

Janson had commanded me to see if the Griever Hole had been hit with any of the turbulence that one of the scientists accidentally caused. That was the first thing they had me do since they took me and my sister in. As stupid a task as it was, I was excited to finally have something to do.

As I approached the Cliff, my thoughts drifted back over to Teresa without me even trying to stop them. How was she doing? Were she and Thomas getting along like they used to? Did the other boys like her? Did she like the other boys? Was she still the same Teresa she was before the Swipe was implanted in her brain? Did she wake up from her coma yet?

I sighed deeply and tried to focus on my job at hand, gazing off the Cliff until I spotted what I had been looking for. It looked unharmed, and just like that, I had completed my assignment. Dreading the return to my stupid room in WICKED's headquarters, I leaned against one of the Maze's walls and waited for the Flat Trans to appear.

More questions about my sister popped into my brain. Was she in good health? Had she adapted to the Glade? Could still still speak with Thomas telepathically? Was she hopeful about finding her way back to WICKED? Did she remember me?

The last question made my stomach twist into knots. Did she remember me? Was she even aware that she had a sister?

Instinctively, I began to chew my lip. WICKED cleared her mind of all the people she once cared about. She probably didn't even remember Dad and how he died protecting us from a Crank that had broken into our home. She didn't remember the tears of joy our mother cried when we were declared Immune. She didn't remember Mother waking us in the middle of the night, kissing our foreheads and telling us how we had nothing to worry about, and how she went missing the next day.