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

Chapter 36

Newt and I Run The Maze hand in hand. We don't talk, the cold grey corridors quell any thought of small talk, but we occasionally tell each other 'I love you'. We turn a corner and face the last dead-end of section seven, "Well that's that" Newt says dejectedly, "Another day of finding absolutely nothing".

He sits down, leaning his head against the wall and closing his eyes. I crouch before him, seeing the downcast expression on his face and the beaten way he carries his tall frame; "Hey Newtie", I say softly, "Look at me". It's a few seconds before his chocolate brown eyes open, and he looks at me, full of tiredness at yet again finding nothing.

"We will find a way out, even if it takes us another five years, we will get out of here one day", I kneel in front of him and cup his face in my hands, "And I'll be right next to you when we do, I promise".

I give him a soft kiss and pull away, holding his hands and pulling him to his feet, once he's standing we're chest to chest, and he smiles down at me, his shaggy blonde hair shining in the dull sunlight that filters into The Maze.

"Thank you, Y/N", he says, and I smile at him, "Any time, Newtie". I pull his head down so his lips meet mine again, and then Newts arms go around me. He pulls me close to him and runs one hand through my hair, deepening the kiss for a second, then gently pulls away from me and leans his forehead against mine.

"I love you", he says, and I smile, turning my head so I can kiss his cheek, "I love you too" I whisper in his ear, then we pull away, lacing our fingers together and turn back the way we came.

We run for ten minutes in silence, then I pause and motion for Newt to be quiet. I stand with my head cocked to one side, turning slightly from side to side to try and catch the faint sound I had heard.

Then I hear it again, the terrifying, eerie sounds of a Griever; right at the edge of my hearing, but definitely there. 'Griever' I mouth at Newt, then point to our right, the direction of the noises, and he nods, his body tenses and he swallows nervously.

I smile at him, "It's still a way away, and I have this" I whisper, patting my bow, "But let's get moving". We run with more caution now, taking care to be quiet and checking before we turn any corners, but we steadily make our way closer to The Glade.

I check my watch anxiously, seeing our time to escape The Maze slowly ticking away and I compare it with how long it will take us to reach The Glade, "We'll only just make it" I say worriedly, and Newt and I glance at each other.

We can either keep to our pace and stay quiet, but that means any change in direction or detour will make us run out of time and leave us stuck in The Maze for another night, or we could sacrifice stealth for speed and give ourselves more time. We talk this over softly as we run, and decide to go for the faster option.

We speed up, making our way towards safety. This time its Newt who hears the Griever, but after a few seconds, I do too, meaning it's getting closer, and fast. "Run" Newt whispers, and we dig deeper into our energy reserves, sprinting through the grey halls, not caring about stealth anymore, just wanting to escape.

We race down the corridors, pebbles clattering under our feet, and the sounds of the Griever loud behind us, then I throw a hand out, skidding to a stop with Newt beside me. The sounds are ahead of us. The metallic whirring behind and before us, and I look at Newt, panic filling me and see the determination in his brown eyes.

"This way" he grabs my hand and drags me back the way we came, Towards the Grievers?? I stare at him, wondering if he's suddenly lost his mind, then he pulls us down a side hall, but not before I catch a glimpse of the Griever.

"Its right there!!" I whisper scream at Newt, keeping my voice quiet by sheer force of will, forcing the terror rising in me like the tide to the back of my mind, and he nods, pulling me down another corridor that leads... away from The Glade??