Maze Runner Imagine Requests

Newt Request

 "Y/n look at me, everything is going to be ok!" Pleads Newt over the sounds of your screams. "Please, Y/n, just hold on a little bit longer!"

You can't, you can't hold on any longer. You can feel the Flare invading every part of your mind with each throbbing pain in your arm. The Cranks had got you, two days ago you and the boys were escaping that Crank infested mall. Everyone was so focused on Winston that none of them noticed that the Cranks had scratched up your arm. You can feel yourself slipping away, unable to control the madness that threatens to take over your whole body. Your muscles contract and strain to free your limbs from the boys who are holding you down. You have no control over your movements. You cry on the inside as your body thrashes around and your lungs push out a blood-curdling scream. You have a sudden desire to rip these people to shreds. These people you called friends. You hate them with a burning passion. You fight harder against their grasp finally breaking free. You jump to your feet with a snarl.

"I hate you. I hate you all." You hiss.

Newt starts to walk towards you with pain in his eyes.

"Y/n, you know that's no true. We're your friends. You told me you love me a week ago, under that tree in the Glade, don't you remember? You were mad at me for some reason, you were yelling, but all I could think about was how beautiful you are. So I kissed you, remember? I kissed you and it was the most precious moment, I never wanted it to end. But it did, you pulled away and whispered to me that you loved me. Please Y/n, please remember."

You stare bullets into the boy's eyes. You can't even hear what he's saying all you can see is his stupid sad face. You can't believe you thought you loved this boy. You stand poised, like a predator preparing for a kill. But this stupid boy doesn't notice, there's no fear in his eyes, only 'love'. Although the others around him start to pick up on your hostile intentions.

"Newt. Back away, slowly." Thomas cautions.

"I'm not leaving her." Newt croaks

"Newt, that's not Y/n anymore. She's..."

"Don't you bloody say it, Tommy."

"Newt, she's gone," Thomas utters.

Thomas's warning came too late. You charge at the boy with the ferocity of a wild animal. You latch onto him and drag him down to the ground where you start to tear into his flesh, satisfying some animal-like desire. You howl in rage as two sets of strong arms pry you from Newt's bleeding body. They throw you to the ground where your head collides with a large slab of concrete, knocking you out cold.

You wake up to the sounds of voices, voices that belong to your friends. Slowly you start to sit up as a piercing headache starts to split your skull.

"What happened?" You slur, not quite sure who you're talking to.

"Shuck." Minho's voice declares.

"What Minho?" Thomas's voice questions.

"She's awake."

"Shuck." Thomas agrees.

You pry open your eyelids allowing in the blinding light of the sun. Before you know what's going on, someone ties your hands behind your back with a rough rope.

"Guys, what's going on?" You ask, fear rising in your voice.

"This is just a precaution Y/n."

"What. Happened?" You emphasize.

Thomas crouches down in front of you with a look of almost pity.

"You Cranked last night. Lost all control." He confesses

You feel a lump grow in your throat as fear starts to creep into your mind.

"Oh no, no no no. Please tell me I didn't hurt anyone." You plead.

Thomas hangs his head.

"No no no! What did I do!? Thomas tell me, what did I do!?"

Thomas says nothing, but points to something behind him. You peer around the boy's body and your heart sinks to your toes. Newt's lying on the sand writhing in pain. His chest is covered in grotesque purple, red, and black scratches and welts. He sweating horribly and coughing up thick black liquid. You feel empty, hollowed out by the monster inside. The realization of what you've done destroys any joy you've ever felt as you fall into a dark abyss of self-hatred. You attacked the one person in the world who made this crazy horrible wicked life worth living. This one boy who had the magical ability to make you smile when there was truly nothing to smile about. He could give you hope when all hope was lost. You love this boy more than anything. But with your own bare hands, you tore into his flesh, dooming him to the same fate as yours. The same fate as Winston. Death.

"No. Please no..." you sob. "How, how could I have done this!?"

You stand to your feet, ignoring the screaming pain in your head and stumble over to Newt's side. He has the nerve to smile at you when he sees you. You can't hold it back anymore, fresh tears spill from your eyes as you look at this boy, who you've hurt in the worst way, yet still he smiles at the sight of you.

"Newt I'm so so..."

"Don't apologize." He cuts you off. "This isn't your fault, it's that bloody disease."

"Newt I..."

"Shhh. It's ok. We'll be ok."

"Newt I love you. I love you so much." You cry, burying your face in his shoulder.

He wraps an arm around you and starts to rub circles on your back. You know what needs to happen next. But you don't know if you can do it.

"Newt, you know what has to be done, right?" You murmur into his shoulder.

"I know. Not now though." He whispers.

You nod into his shoulder and enjoy this one moment with Newt. This moment is everything. Because you know, you're almost out of moments. Your time is up. You fought hard, until the end. You wish that the end hadn't come so soon, but you don't get to choose the cards you're dealt. You just have to play the game. Use the cards to the best of your ability and try and win the game. Sitting here with Newt, you know you've won.

Dark has fallen, your friends left hours ago and now you sit with Newt trying to muster up the courage you need to do what has to be done.

"It's time." Newt states for the fifth time in the past three hours. But this time is different. Instead of fearing the words, he speaks them with confidence and determination. You know he's right. It's time. You lift the small gun to the side of your head with a trembling hadn't, take a deep breath. Then you set the gun down.

"Newt I can't do this." You croak.

"Then don't." He responds. He then takes the gun you're holding up to his head, then carefully sets the tip of his gun to your head. "We'll do it together." He adds, with a pained smile. You can see the tears forming in his eyes. He's just as afraid as you are.

"Newt, I love you." You sob, pulling him into a bittersweet kiss. The two of you break the kiss with tears streaming down both of your cheeks.

"I love you too, Y/n."

You rest your forehead on his and take his free hand into yours. Your whole body is trembling with fear and tears. Newt squeezes your hand.

"Are you ready?" He asks.

"No." You reply failing to hold back your grief.

"Me neither." He adds. Then with a trembling voice, he continues,

"Three. Two. One."

THE  END 

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this first request! Please send in a request!