Running From Your Problems (a Newt/ Maze Runner fanfic)

Memories

"Greenie, hello..." Newt smirks obviously knowing that he was the reason why I had frozen.

Snapping out of the spell that he put me under, I know that I need to leave before I do something insane.

"I need to go," I say and move to climb down the tree.

"Where do you think you are going to go where one of the Gladers won't be able to find you?" Newt almost states like he knows that it is the truth.

"Anywhere far away," I grumble and slowly make my way down the tree.

"Wait!" Newt yells and grabs for my hand.

I jump down the rest of the way and once again start running, but this time deeper into the woods.

"Shuck this!" I hear Newt's muffled voice along with a thud that tells me that he is once again coming after me.

I run and run. I don't stop running. the woods are slowly getting thicker and creepier. Every branch snapping under my feet sounds like a ghost moaning.

I slow to a stop and collapse at the base of the nearest tree. I am finally starting to regain my energy when I hear twigs snapping. They are coming from the direction of the Glade.

"Shuck you Greenie," Newt's slender frame came into my view. "you should be a buggin runner. Do you know how long and far you ran?"

I stand up and get ready to run again.

"Don't-" Newt starts.

"Too late," I yell and take off again.

I take one last look over my shoulder as I start running. I almost trip as I realize that Newt is gaining on me. The gap between us is closing really fast.

My whole body is slammed to the ground as Newt tackles me.

I roll over and attempt to roll out from under him, but he has his arms on either side of me blocking any chance of escape.

"You stupid shank," he almost laughs. "you do know you were heading straight for the maze. I didn't think that you wanted out of here that much."

"What the hell does 'shank' even mean?" I spit at him, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Whoa, language," Newt smiles. "how about this. You don't run and I will tell you everything I know about this place, the people in it, and I will answer all of your questions. Deal?"

I nod, just wanting for him to get off of me.

He stands up and reaches out his hand to help me up. I carefully grab his hand to stand up. The second I come in contact with him I am ambushed with a wave of memories. They come in too quick for me to remember, but one thing sticks.

"(Y/n)" I gasp.

"What?" Newt asks.

"(Y/n). My name (y/n)," I say clearly this time.

Newt smiles again and gives me a pat on the back.

"Come on Greenie, there are a lot of people that are anxious to meet you," Newt starts walking away.

"Wait why are you going that way?" I yell and start following him.

"Because it is ten to twenty times faster!" He yells over his shoulder.

He was right. It only took us five minutes to get back to the Glade.