The maze runner a girls life ( newt love story )

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Newts pov

Why did Skylar have to go into that bloody Maze? I stood up from where I was seated against a wall. I didn't fell like going to sleep tonight. Not without Skylar next to me. I walked over to the door and put my hand over the knob. I just stood there, staring at this side of the door. Its white paint peeling off in sheets. Gally would have to fix that.

I finally had the courage to open the door. It was almost like I had to face a monster that was waiting for me on the other side of the door. I walked out into the stale aired night. No wind blew, like it was holding its breath. The stars were distant lights on a dark canvas across the sky. The moon was the brightest; its pale white glow sending light into the deepest of shadows.

I closed my eyes before I continued across the dirt path that lead to the med jack clinic. A single picture played in my mind. Skylar. Her long blonde hair waving in the wind, her sky blue eyes locked on mine. I thought I could hear her soft voice saying 'I love you, Newt'.

I opened my eyes to find the door that lead into the clinic, right in front of me. I entered, and the disgusting smell of blood filled my nose. I covered my nose and pressed on. I saw that a slicer was lying on a bed in a cold sweat. His face was badly cut; so was his arm. He most likely w as throwing knives in the air and he hit himself. A light shone under one of the doors,and I knew that Jeff or Clint were still up

I crept silently passed the door and I reached a door at the end of the hallway. Skylars old room. I opened the door slowly and looked around. The bed sit in the middle of the room and a chair and table on its right side. The covers of the bed were all messed up and a single book lay sprawled on the floor. I slowly pick it up and turn it over. The leather cover was a bit dusty so I blew it off. I read the letters on the front of the book; this belonged to Skylar. I recognized the first page. It was the drawing of a butterfly. The next page was of a tulip, and then a small creek. But, what horrified me was the next page. It was a picture of a tall mechanical creature of some kind. I turned to the next page, to find something very familiar only to the boys of the Glade that came early on. The drawing depicted a detailed picture of a boy that was hunched over, had beady eyes, dark veins running down his neck, and this boy had gotten stung by a griever. He was my first friend in the Glade. His name was Steven. He had black hair and a smile that could send pigs running. He was exiled into the Maze only the night before Skylar arrived. She must have seen him on her first night.

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I looked through all the drawings and saw that six pages were full of the Maze and its walls. I couldn't sleep so I just went to get prepared for my Maze journey the next day. After that, I went to the Maze doors and waited for dawn to come. About five minutes before the doors opened, Alby, Minho and Jeff arrived. Jeff was carrying a stretcher if we found Skylar and she was hurt.

" All right shanks" Alby said as the two doors opened. " Lets go." The four of us ran through the Maze for half the day with no luck. Every turn I and every step I took, my heart raced faster and faster. We took our second brake for today when I said

" We arn't giving up till we find her. If you guys have to go back, I'm staying." I said.

Minho said " Look shank, I'm not leaving any glader behind, so I won't leave either." I smiled. I might just have a friend in him after all.

" We might have some luck in one of the outer sections." Minho said as we passed one.

"Hey.." Minho trailed off

" Well spit it out shank!" Alby said. Minho looked up at the number. It was five.

" This is not supposed to be open. It was open last night, I just know, but why would it still be open?" He asked out loud. My heart leaped when he said this. Alby looked around at the group and asked,

" So, shanks... we going in there or not?' Newt?" My eyes were still locked on the number five. It seemed like only yesterday that I had been in the Maze. I closed my eyes and thought about what was in this sector. It dawned on me that this was the worst of them all. It was electric.

" You bloody shanks thinking what i'm thinking?" I said still looking at the number. Minho was silent and Alby could tell this was bad.

" Should we risk it?" Jeff asked.

I opened my mouth to say something but Minho beat me to it. " Anything for another glader." I smiled and said. " Lets go, Minho can you lead the way?" Minho nodded and we jogged into the sector.

Everything seemed different form the last time I was in these parts. The ivy had grown thicker and a few pillars had fallen to the ground. We shouted Skylars name but with no reply. We looked around some more and fanned out, but made sure to stay in running range of each other. I walked over to a metal rod, that was seen coming out of the ground. Everything was silent except for a slight electric buzzing noise emitting from the rod. My eyes wandered around the floor around me feet. I scanned looking for nothing in particular, when my eyes fell across a stain. A red stain. I crouched down and ran my hand across it. It was cool and wet. I turned my fingers over and saw it was blood. There was a trail of it.

" Hey guys!" I yelled. In reply, I heard footsteps coming towards me. I limped slowly along, following the trail of blood. Our footsteps echoed against the cool walls. The trail lead to a wall covered in thick ivy. A hand was sticking out the bottom of the overhanging ivy. My hope, as low as it ran, diminished and was replaced with fear. The hand was lying in a pool of blood, as dried blood covered the palm. I dared to move foward and brush the hanging ivy away. Skylar.

" Alby grab her legs. Newt, her shoulders." Jeff ordered us. I obeyed and followed through with his order. We pulled her out, and her chest was barely moving up and down. She was alive! Relife flowed over me and I kneeled down next to her. She had a deep gash below her jaw and cuts along her left arm. What scares me the most was a deep red stain on her stomach under her grey T-shirt. I lifted the shirt up and saw raw flesh that was torn apart. She was changed.