The Maze Runner Imagines and Preferences

Newt-The Death Cure (AU)

I looked over to Thomas.

"Was that Newt?" I questioned craining my neck back to see.

The crank just stood there, barely recognizable, but once I'd realized it, I couldn't not see it. That was the love of my life.

That was Newt.

I looked to Thomas who seemed to have just processed the same information I had.

Newt and Thomas were possibly the closest friends you'd ever see i the 'post apocalyptic' world.

"Stop!" he yelled as if a switch had gone of in his brain, "Stop the van! Now!"

"What?" Lawrence questioned, "What're you talking about?"

"Just stop the freaking van!" I but in. Lawrence slammed on the brakes. I watched as Thomas scrambled to his feet and headed toward the door. He began to open in but Lawrence yanked him from his shirt backwards.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he yelled at him. I saw the look in Thomas's eyes. He couldn't stop now. He yanked the gun out of his pants pointing it straight at Lawrence.

"Thomas what're you doing?" I screamed at him.

"Let go of me. Let go of me!" He screamed.

Lawrence threw his hands in the air, "Whoa, kid. Calm down! what is wrong with you?"

Thomas slowly backed away from him, "I saw my friend out there-her boyfriend, I just wanna see if he's okay. If any trouble starts, I'll run back to the can. Just be ready to get us out of here when I do."

"You think that thing out there is still your friend?" the pilot asked. The words stung me on the inside. There's gotta be something inside of him that's still him. Somewhere.

"Those cranks are way past Gone. Can't you see that? Your friend is nothing but an animal now. Worse than an animal." The pilot continued.

"Then it'll be a short goodbye, won't it," Thomas answered. He shoved the door open and backed out onto the street.

"Bring him home, okay?" I whispered to him. He nodded.

"Cover me if I need it. I've gotta do this."

"I'm gonna kick your butt before we get in that Berg, I can promise you that," Lawrence growled. "Hurry. If those cranks by the garbage heap head this way, we start firing. I don't care if your mommy and uncle Frank are out there."

"Good that." Thomas turned away from us, slipping his pistol into his jeans pocket. I watched as he slowly approached the crank, standing away from them all.

He walked half the distance to him, then stopped. Newt really looked insane. It'd all happened so fast. I saw him talking to him though I couldn't make out the words.

They seemed to have a conversation, and Newt seemed completely normal, until anger flashed through his eyes.

"I'm gonna blast him!" Lawrence yelled.

"Don't you dare." I said pulling my gun and pointing it at his head.

"Don't! It's just me and him! Don't do anything!" Thomas yelled turning to face him again.

I saw him scream and rush forward toward Thomas. Lawrence shot an arc of launcher lightning.

"Are you crazy?!" I screamed at him. I turned my attention back to the boys. He pinned him down. Thomas pulled out his gun. No.

Newt grabbed the gun and pulled it to his head. Thomas tried to pull away. I saw him struggle but Newt was too strong. I saw his finger start to pull back slowly.

In a quick movement I jumped out of the van and searched the ground for anything. I saw a rock, just big enough. I hurdles it at Thomas, praying it wasn't too late.

I heard the rock hit the gun, but I also heard a shot fire. I ran over to the boys. I looked at Thomas. He looked like he was about to cry.

I pulled him into a hug, knowing it wasn't his fault. I looked over his shoulder at Newt. He appeared to be fine. Well besides the fact that he wasn't actually a person anymore.

I pulled away from Thomas and kneeled down in front of Newt.

"Y/N?" he asked, humanity flooding through his eyes. I nodded and smiled. It wasn't too late.

"We'll get you through this. Okay? I promise." I said brushing away a tear.

I turned around to see Thomas bringing the rope from the van over. He handed it to me and I took it. I tied his hands behind his back and laced my arm through one of his. Thomas on the other side.

His head hung low, he willingly followed, we pushed him into the van.

At that moment, I felt more of a reason to find a cure. I didn't just feel like I wanted to, I needed to.

I was going to find a cure if it killed me, and it damn well might.

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A/N-

So I tried to make something I cried about into something that could give people hope for the future of this series 😂 but anyways I litteraly got out my copy of TDC so I could be as accurate as possible.

~Missy