Altered {Maze Runner}

A Deal

Newt's POV

The boys, including him, yanked the limp girl from the cold hard floor of the Box. I took her arm and wrapped it around my shoulder helping the other boys. We managed to get her body out and some other Gladers volunteered to help heave her to find Clint. I hadn't heard one word from Logan who was standing aside watching every moment the boys made when they jerked the young girl around. She was studying them so intently... you'd think she knew something.

I shuffled over to her limping a bit. Lately my leg has been bothering me more than usual. I haven't been taking my "shots" that aren't really shots, they just make my knee numb for a bit helping me to regain my strength. I've been to busy, plus I haven't been sleeping well. Dreams keep invading my head and messing with me. Every dream has included Logan- Logan. The one girl who never seems to fit in, has had everything bad possibly happened to her since she's arrived, and now may know the shucking answers to all of our questions.

I tapped her lightly on the shoulder causing her to shiver a bit and she swiveled around to find me. Her eyes looked a bit stunned while she was chewing on her lip. "Logan? You okay?" she hesitated taking a heavy breath.

"To be completely honest... No." she mumbled turning back in the direction of the girl. "She- I've seen her.... in a dream- vision- memory..." her eyes were glued to the girl, till Clint started racing to the Gladers side immediately investigating her state.

"A memory?" the words brought my mind back to the dreams of Logan. Her urgent face, her hair whipping through the rough the tall grass, and her strapped in that wooden chair- sending a pang of guilt and fear through my heart. She seemed to helpless and mettle, waiting for some boy to save her from the misery of her fate. Yet... I could do nothing.

"It's a debatable theory I'll admit, but something tells me something's coming. Something we have no control over." she spoke like she was another girl, so dauntless (no pun intended) and prepared compared to the girl secluded in the chair with no hero.

"Maybe the Creators have a part in this 'theory' you have." I thought aloud and she narrowed her eyes.

"Creators?" she repeated the name when it hit me, she's still a Newbie, even after 4 days.

"That's what we call whoever stuck us in this shucking piece of klunk. Never seen them, never heard from them. The closest thing we've come to any sign of them is the stamps on our supplies, they all read-" then it hit me. They all read WICKED, that's what the girl May- Logan was talking about in my dream.

"They all read what?" she noticed my mind spinning yet I didn't bother to respond. "Newt?"

My eyes drifted to hers then I bolted towards the Deadheads. Sometimes Chuck leaves the trash packed in the back corner of the Glade so it didn't take up space. Cracking of sticks came from behind me, assuming it was Logan. My limp was in severe pain but I kept pushing. My sprinting turned to a retarded horse attempting to gallop through the dank leaves and mud. Logan soon was at my side looking as confused as Thomas.

Tommy.... I hadn't attempted to speak to him or ask how he may have been doing since the incident of him attacking Logan. The way he acted with her, the way her attacked her. It made me upset, not just because he was choking her... but because something inside me felt a jerk. The same jerk when Logan speaks to me, when she looks at me, when her skin hits mine. Maybe the reason why that kiss felt so real, was because it was. It was real.

"Slow down." I choked and lunged over heaving breaths.

"What's going on ,Newt?" she gripped my shoulders making me face her. Our faces inches apart. Her eyes were dazzling in the sunlight, the way her blue eyes crystallized. Her blonde hair was to the side and mud was smeared across her cheek.