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

Blood

An eerie quiet surrounds me and pulls me towards the deadheads. A small lift flickers in the darkness ahead of me.

I step into the clearing where the deadheads are and the source of the light becomes clear.

A small candle is held in a hand belonging to the one person who I have run from. Newt.

"I didn't think that you would come," he says, breaking the silence.

"What do you want?" I say with venom dripping from my voice.

"Follow me," and with that he turns and disappears into the woods.

I hurry to catch up with him.
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"Y/n, we here," Newt finally says and stops so abruptly that I run into him.

"Sorry," I mutter stumbling backwards.

"You would think that a person who can climb trees wickedly fast would have excellent balance," Newt shakes his head. "Do you know where we are?"

"No," I reply. "Do you?"

We are surrounded by trees that look completely identical. Why would he take me here?

Newt mumbles something under his breath and shakes his head.

"Just climb," he sighs and points towards a tree.

I do as he tells me and climb the tree. Going higher than I did the last time I climbed a tree. The top of the tree can't be more than ten feet above me. Multiple streaks of sunlight break through the branches.

Newt follows me, but stops a few branches below me.

"I have another deal for you," he states. "But instead of you not running you have to answer my questions."

"What's in it for me?" I ask, agitated.

"What do you want?" He smirks, clearly thinking that he's going to get what he wants.

"The truth."

He nods and opens his mouth to speak.

"How do I become a runner?" I cut him off and smirk again, knowing that I finally get the answer to the question I had asked him a few days ago.

"You have to be appointed by Minho, you have to be fast, and you need to get the majority of the keepers to say yes to you being one," he sighs. "Now my question. Why do worry so much about the other Gladers thinking that you're weak?"

"Because," I start, not letting my guard down. "If they think I'm weak, they won't think that I will fight back. And if they think that, well, let's just say that everything would be bad from there."

"Why did you run from me last night?" He asks.

It was the question I was waiting for him to ask and I had the perfect answer for it, "the first time I didn't want anyone to see me cry because the whole thing with Gally completely messed with my head. The second time...." I stop for a second and take a deep breath. "I was embarrassed."

Newt says nothing. I can't take it anymore, he never does anything and it hurts more and more every time. I start climbing down the tree.

But, when I reach the branch that Newt is sitting at, he grabs my arm and prevents me from going to rest of the way down.

"Let go of me," I growl and reach for my knife. "If you aren't going to say anything then this conversation is clearly over."

"I'm not letting you go down there," he says and tightens his grip.

I pull my knife out of my boot and point it at him, barely holding on to the edge of a branch while doing so.

"Let me go," I say more forcefully.

Newt eyes widen, "whose blood is that?"

I look at the knife and am surprised to see that the tip is coated in a thick layer of blood.

"Mine," I whisper and feel all of the blood drain from my face. My instincts to run kick in again, and before I know it, I'm on the ground running.

I stumble and feel my knees buckle before the darkness envelopes me.

*i don't really have anything to say except I hope you liked the chapter! Please comment, any feedback is great. ~Caelyn