!!DISCONTINUED!! Into The Maze - The First Girl - Newt x Reader x Minho

Chapter 22

~Newt's POV~

I lay Y/N down and push her under the wall, covering her with vines and ivy. I squeeze her hand, "I'll come back for you, I promise", I say before I stand up, and run away from the place I left her.

I run for two hours, the terrifying sounds of Grievers fading away and coming back, sometimes following me for only a few seconds, sometimes up to twenty minutes, but I never see the creatures making the sounds.

Then I hear them again, much closer this time, seeming to be only a few meters away and I push myself to go faster, trying to outrun the beast behind me. But the sounds grow louder, the eerie clicking and whirring coming closer and closer,

I run faster, terror flooding through me as the sounds get closer; I don't mean to, but a scream escapes me, terror filling my voice. As the echoes of my voice fade away I realise that the sounds have disappeared, but this time I don't relax, only slackening my pace slightly as I continue to run.

A Griever drops from the top of the wall right in front of me, and I skid to a stop, spinning around and dashing back the way I had come, not a thought in my head other than run run run! The Griever lets out an unearthly shriek, rolls into a ball, spikes extended and chases after me, the sounds of the metal spikes dragging against stone is deafening in my ears as I run wildly.

Another Griever drops into my path, and I turn down a side corridor, a small part of me saying that its the wrong way, but my fight or flight instincts have taken over, and I couldn't have stopped if I tried.

I slide to a stop, my hands pressed against the wall, a dead end. I'm done for, I scream again, only hoping that Y/N is close enough to hear my voice once more before I die. I turn to the two monsters slowly advancing on me and draw my machete, if I'm going to die, then I'm going to die fighting!

~Y/N's POV~

I don't know how long I've lain here under the wall, subject to all the terrors of my past life, but it must have been a few hours at least. I draw in a shaky breath and close my eyes tight, bringing one hand up to rub my face.

Then I hear a scream, filled with so much terror that my heart skips a beat and I just hold myself back from jerking up and hitting my head on the base of the wall. With my heartbeat thundering in my ears, I roll out from under the wall and raise myself onto my hands and knees, my whole body shaking.

I still have my bow and quiver, something I'm very grateful for; briefly I wonder why Newt didn't take it with him, but I push the thought aside, rising unsteadily to my feet. I have to help him! I walk slowly forward, one hand on the wall to help me keep my balance, and I start to run once I recover enough to do so.

I race down the corridors, the echoes of my memories haunting my every step, and I shut my eyes, running blindly to try and escape them. A shriek echoes through the Maze and I snap my eyes open, it's identical to the ones I sometimes hear at night in while I'm in The Glade, A Griever! Another scream, this time Newt's, fills the air, and I desperately look for a way to get closer to him.

I skid round a corner and dash down another passage, turning corners right and left to find a way to reach him; I'm coming Newt, I won't let you die! I turn another corner and throw myself against the wall.

Peeking out, I survey the scene in front of me. Newt is backed into a dead end, with two Grievers advancing on him, their various arms extended and ready to tear into him. Quickly I pull an arrow from my quiver and nock it to the string, bringing it back to full draw.

I step away from the wall and aim at the Griever closest to Newt, "HEY!" I yell, and the two nightmares swing around. As they do so I release my arrow, and Newt, who was caught off guard for a second, charges forward, swinging his machete at the other monster.