Reunited (The Maze Runner, Newt)

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sorry for not updating, school sucks :c

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Arabelle's POV

I watched as the maze doors open and the runners quickly entered the maze. The sky is still pitch black but the sun is slowly rising, illuminating it slightly. I didn't really sleep that much for the mere fact that I'm used to waking up early back at the Stade because I'm the leader of the runners.

I'm here, sitting at the branch of a tree near the graveyard. This is where I find peace and where I can think clearly, even back at the Stade.

I'm not completely oblivious on what WICKED is planning to do. Sure, I've been put here with the same process as everyone. I was brainwashed, and put here all clueless and shit. But while everyone is busy finding a way out, my priority is finding out why we've been put here in the first place.

Turns out we're all test subjects for an unknown reason. We're like laboratory rats, watching and observing us on what will we do. Until I found this place, the Glade. I grew more curious and eager to find out the secret behind all of these. And that's what I need to find out.

I'm snapped back to reality when I find Newt walking his way out of the house made out of wood. Let me rephrase that, limping his way out of the house. I wonder what happened to his foot.

I lay back down and rested my head on the hard branch, looking up at the now, bright sky. I put aside all the thoughts and think about the Stade.

I wonder what is happening back there. If they're mourning because they thought I was dead or if they still have hope that I can come back. I'm somewhat relieved that Amelia is still there, being the tough leader she is. Or else the Stade will be a huge mess by now.

And then there's Chrissy. She's the recent newbie and the youngest so far. Being a 13 years old, it's so brave of her to handle all of these. I know, that she knows I'm still alive. That kid has a tough hope for me.

"Greenie?" I jumped lightly at the soft voice underneath the tree. I quickly recognized it as Thomas'.

I quickly sat up and pushed aside the branches that are hiding me. Then I saw Thomas awkwardly looking up at me as I raised an eyebrow.

He coughed awkwardly, "I, uh, what are you doing up there?"

Well, isn't he an awkward fellow. "Just thinking." I answered as I gripped the branch I was on tightly, then quickly jumped off, landing flatly on my feet. It would've been a badass scene if I didn't sat down quickly and gripped my left ankle that is currently in a burning sensation. I'm always forgetting that I have a fucking limp.

"Woah there, woman." Thomas quickly helped me get up. I glared at him and his 'trying-so-hard-not-to-laugh-but-it's-still-obvious-so-fuck-it' moment.

I hissed in pain, "Shut up, Tommy." [A/N: Omfg sorry] He stopped chuckling and his eyes went wide at the nickname.

Before I know it, he started tickling me to death. I started giggling as he hovered me on the grassy ground, making the other Gladers turn to us, but let's face it, my giggle sounds like a choking walrus.

"Fuck. Get off." I cursed again for the third time this day as my ankle stung once again.

Thomas helped me up as he chuckled, "Shuck, let's just get you to the med-jacks." Then it all came to me. Oh god why am I so stupid? Ofcourse the med-jacks are the doctors here in the Glade.

Thomas must've noticed my horrified expression. But before he speaks, I cut him off, "No, you won't"

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A/N: I feel like a bad author bc this is a very short chapter, but as I said, school sucks. :c

But omf michael clifford's birhday is next month! He will be 19 aw my baby is growing up. Idk if u know michael clifford but yolo.

-Lucy (secretly lucifer)

(get it? cause lucy-fer ok fine bye)