Newt's POV:
Newt sat in the Deadheads thinking. It was the only place he could go and be sure he was alone, not like he ever truly was with the Beetle Blades watching his every move. He didn't want her to be a Runner, or anyone else for that matter. After he'd resigned from being one he'd tried to never think of the Maze again, an impossible task since it surrounded him with its towering walls. Being one had changed everything about him.
When he'd first arrived, at least he'd had hope. Now after seeing what was out there, he didn't know if anything would fill the hopeless emptiness eating him from the inside out. He didn't want anyone to go through what he felt, and if she joined the Runners, it would only be a matter of time until she did, too. That's why he forced himself to get up every morning, to smile, to laugh, to joke. If he could save even on person from it, it would be worth everything he had ever done.
But he couldn't save anyone. He looked up only to see the graves surrounding him and read each name on every marker from memory, repeating their names over and over again as if a sort of prayer. He hadn't been able to save any of them, not even one.
He sat there in a daze, staring ahead of him at nothing and everything at the same time. As the sky grew dark, he shook himself out of it. He willed himself to stand and walk back to the main area of the Glade and out of the Deadheads.
A lot of good he'd done trying to escape but a few weeks ago, he thought as his ankle throbbed. It hurt worse than usual, but he was starting to think that maybe it was because he was slipping into the same mood that had caused the break in the first place.
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The Cost of the Cure
FanfictionOne day, you wake up with no memories. You know two things: your name and the fact that you are terrified. You find yourself in a strange place called the Glade. Even though no one else remembers anything at all, you find it harder than ever to brea...
