Alright, this next one is from the Maze Runner Series
Some of you may have seen the movie for the first book.
I saw it yesterday with sparkie926 and another friend.
So, this is a ship that we all love very much.
Nalby
Newt + Alby
Newt's P.O.V
I ran to the wall. I knew there wasn't much time until the walls would close, but I didn't care. This hellhole had kept me imprisoned for far too long. I grabbed some of the vines and started to climb.
I had been able to keep the suicidal thoughts out of my mind for the year that I had been here with one of my closest friends, as close to a brother as I could get, Steven's help. But now that he was gone, now that he was dead, I wouldn't be able to stand it for much longer. I decided to just do it.
I continued to look down, checking the distance, but also to make sure no Grievers were about to accompany me. That's the last thing I need, I thought, some stupid Griever coming along. I did want to die, but getting stung by one of those klunkheads wasn't my plan.
I looked down again. Not too much father. I looked up. I was almost at the top. The hell with it, I'll jump the top. I continued to climb, higher and higher and higher. With each grab I was pulling myself closer to the top. And closer to my death, I reminded myself.
I finally got close enough to throw one arm over the top of the wall. I pulled myself up a bit more and threw another arm over the wall. I pulled myself up by my arms, looking over the wall at the Glade. I watched all the Gladers for a second, going about their own business. There were some people that I was going to miss. But I just couldn't take it anymore.
I pulled myself up high enough to be kneeling on the wall. It was pretty thick, enough for me to be able to lay on it. Not that I did.
I took one last look at the Glade and whispered to myself, "I'm sorry guys. I just... I can't do it anymore. Most of all... I'm sorry Alby." I whispered his name, feeling a pang on my heart. He would be the one that I would miss the most. I hoped that he would miss me.
I stood up. I turned my back on the only place I could remember to be home, thanks to the klunkhead shanks that trapped us there. My hands were shaking. I looked at the Maze. This is it, I thought. I'm going to jump.
I ran the two steps it took, flinging myself off the edge to my death. At least, I thought it was my death.
Alby's P.O.V
I looked up. Someone was standing on the wall. A slender, blonde someone. "No," I muttered to myself. "It isn't him. Can't be."
Then I thought back to earlier today, how Newt was strangely quiet, how he wouldn't answer to any of my questions.
I looked up again. Newt had turned away so that I could only see his back. Don't do it, Newt, I silently pleaded. Please, Newt, Please.
He suddenly flung himself off the wall.
"No!" I shouted, taking off for the Maze. All thoughts fled from my mind, and instinct took over. I had to get to Newt. He can't be dead. He just can't. He isn't.
I felt tears of concern start to slip down my cheeks, but I didn't stop to wipe them away. I ran faster than I ever had, adrenaline kicking in, adding a boost to my efforts to get to Newt as fast as I could. One of my feel slipped and I went sprawling out flat on my face. I felt warm blood flow from my nose, but I didn't pay any attention to it. I thrust myself up and continued to run, clearing the Glade. I looked to the right and saw nothing. Then I looked to the left.
Newt was lying on the ground, moaning in pain. My first thought was relief that he wasn't dead. My next thought was concern.
I ran over to him, falling to my knees beside him.
"A-Alby?" Newt muttered my name quietly.
My third thought was anger. "Newt, you idiot! Why the hell would you do it?! Why, Newt?!" I shouted at him, tears streaking my cheeks and blurring my vision. I tried to blink them away, but more continued to take their place. I couldn't tell if they were tears of joy or tears of anger.
"I... hate it here. You know that, Alby." Newt's words sounded painful, like it hurt to talk. My eyes cleared up enough to look him over. He looked like he might have cracked a rib or two. I looked farther down and gasped.
Newt's ankle looked horrible. I could instantly tell that he had shattered it.
"Why suicide, Newt?" My own voice sounded shaky.
"I couldn't take it anymore Alby."
"Newt, you could have told me. I could have helped you."
"And why is that? Why would you care if I was gone or not? I'm just another Glader, like Steven was."
"Because I love you Newt, and you know that." Tears were clouding my eyes again. I lifted up Newt's head and pushed my forehead against Newt's. "Don't ever do it again, Newt. Please, for me."
I felt Newt nod slightly over his hands. I pressed my lips on to his.
I then scooped Newt up in my arms. He let his head lay against my chest as I walked him back in to the Glade, a grinding, scraping sound followed behind us as we made our exit from the Maze.
"Send a note for medical supplies with the next delivery," I told Minho, who nodded. I carried Newt the rest of the way to the Infirmary, and stayed by his side until Jeff forced me to go. I gave Newt's hand one final squeeze before exiting the room.
A/N:
Okay. Thay was more feelsy than I expected it to be. Wow.
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AAAAAAnyway...
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