The Maze Runner: Newt x Reader

Chapter 1

(A/N): 7/18/19

   I rewatched the first Maze Runner and I fell in love with Newt and his character ark, and it even brought back how I used to watch the movies a few years back as a little kid. Good times.

At least up until The Death Cure.

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   It was an endless rattling and screeching filling your brain, crashing against the bones in your head like ocean waves, until it felt like your skull would overflow and explode. The foreign sounds of squealing and mewling of pulleys felt like a dark chasm of distorted noise in which it seemed pointless to get out of.

   Your eyes darted rapidly under your closed lids as they shot open, revealing nothing but the trench of darkness overwhelming your vision. You felt your eyes were bloodshot; heavy and tired. Your pupils dilated as saliva dripped out of the corner of your mouth in a clear, tiny stream.

"What? Huh-Hey! Hey!" Your voice was strained and hoarse as if you've been screaming for hours, yet you jut woke up.

   You forcefully got yourself on your knees as you rested on the palms of your hands, the metal texture now engraved in your sweating skin. You pulled yourself up hastily, but a huge metal grate stopped you as the sound of your head banging against it echoed as you became disoriented, spots like red flowers quickly blooming in front of your vision as you blinked. The door above you let out a loud creak.

   You grabbed your head and let out a pain filled shriek that tore its way up your throat until it felt like you were gonna vomit, and you almost did. Your stomach lurched as you laid back down, suppressing your nausea. You fell back down on your face, the cool metal against your cheek giving you goosebumps. You sprawled across the rusty floor.

   You tried to take in your surroundings as quick and as best as you could, your eyes glancing frantically left and right for some sort of reasonable and comprehensible solution, but to no avail.

   You forced yourself up on your forearms as your back was hunched. All there was, or what was assumed to be, supplies in huge barrels that seemed to tower over you in your dizzy state, all with strange abbreviations on the sides, ones that you couldn't  quite make out with the colors and spots still fighting for dominance in front of your eyes.

   As your head quickly stopped spinning in hot flashes, you took in heaps of much needed air as quickly as possible, wheezing and choking out inaudible gasps and coughing up nothing. The consciousness hit you so abruptly, you felt that you were about to choke. You scrambled to get up and sit straight with what little room you had and shouted out for someone.

Anyone to help you.

"Hey! Anyone! Please! Help me!" Your throat was dry and scratchy, from dehydration presumably, as you finally decided you couldn't yell anymore.

When even was the last time you had water?

   You sat in fear of what was to come next, cradled into a ball on the metal floor.The ride upwards was agonizingly slow, yet it was going up so fast. The shakes and squeaks didn't soothe you in the slightest.

   Your heart pounded in your head. That was all you could hear until something even louder screeched it's way into your ears, if possible, you thought. You felt like your ears would bleed.

THUNK

   Oi, all these things were surely to leave you with an unbearable headache, or even a concussion. You hoped for option 1 at the minimum.

   The machine stopped so suddenly, it caused your stomach to drop physically and mentally. It gave you a pit in your lower abdomen as you started to hear the rumble of outside forces creating footsteps.