The Maze Runner Imagines

When you first arrive in the glade. (Newt)

Your POV.

You had been trapped it a rusty cage for who knows how long, it was traveling upwards at an alarming pace and relief washed over you the minute it had stopped. Although, the sudden jolt had sent you crashing to the floor causing you to cut you arm. You couldn't see the cut but you were certain it was there, assured by the pain of it. You stumbled to your feet, almost falling down again.

"Someone get me outta here!" You yell banging your fists on the top of the cage, right where a slice of light shone through.

"Ahhh," the pained shout escaped your raw throat, realizing you arm actually hurt quite a lot when you used it. Gripping it tightly and wincing you tried calling for help again, and again.

Feeling something damp on your hand you looked down at where you were holding your injured arm. You were glad to finally be able to see something, thanks to the crack in the top of the cage. Though you winced as you recogized the crimson liquid now coating part of your arm and your hand.

You could hear faint talking from above you.

"I'm not opening it, I swear I just heard a shucking girl's voice down there!"

"Gally, it's your turn ta get the greenie outta there, just do it!"

There was a short pause before the first voice triumphantly retaliated, "no."

Becoming fed up and more desperate by the minute you began yelling again.

"Help! Someone help me! Get me outta here, please!" You begged.

The doors swung open suddenly and you stumbled back from fright.

"It IS a girl," an astonished sounding boy began before kneeling down and reaching a hand towards you.

"Well come on then," British, definitely British.

You slowly put your hand in his before he yanked you out. You struggled to get your footing as you made it out of that cage thing. You stumbled forward and collided with another body, the one attached to the soft hand you still firmly grasped. A small gasp a escaped your chapped lips as you gingerly gazed up at the boy. He had gorgeous blonde hair and deep brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with wonder.

"Looks like you messed up your arm pretty bad, love?" He whispered not breaking the gaze. His voice was raspy but still gentle and with that accent... you felt chills run up your spine.

You didn't even notice the other boys surrounding you and the.. cage, until they started ooohing. You could feel the heat in you cheeks as you looked around a bit shocked and taken a back. The boy, still pressed close to you, snaked his arms around your torso while looking at the other boys. He leaned forward, returning his gaze to you. He tilted his head slightly, his hair flopping over his dazzling eyes.

His soft lips brushed your ear gently as he whispered to you, "don't worry, love. I'll protect you."

You were really gonna like it here.