In The Maze ➸Newt x Reader

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Y/N POV

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*Flash Back*

There are these...memories flickering through my mind, playing on repeat as if stuck within an old film. Lights are flashing.... flashing everywhere, echoing amongst the walls in an erratic blue tint, transcending my mind into a tunnel of loss.

These faces appear above me wearing white masks, peering down at my limp body. Why can't I move? Why can't I escape?

What is happening?

I try to scream for help, but nothing comes out. It's just a mere reflection within my own mind.

I shift my eyes, and they land on a boy lying on a table next to mine. I took in his appearance. Dark brown eyes, like chocolate. His hair, dark like the night sky. I watch as he slowly grabs at my hand, but I can't move my body to reciprocate. The people with the masks start to take him away before he can touch my fingertips, and I watched him being dragged further, leaving me behind in agonizing protest. 

"Chris please remember me. I love you so much." I screamed, not sure if he could hear me. The sobs etched from my mouth covered my pleads as the masked people dragged me away too, stealing me from the only person I had left.

"I love you too Y/N. I will never forget you, even if they take away my memory." His body stretched for me, attempting to grasp my pulsing flesh one more time before he's turned away and gone, never to be seen nor remembered.

"I love you," I whispered, the wheels of the bed creaking as I was pushed to my unknown fate.

*End of flashback*

My eyes began watering as my hand covered my mouth. I stared into the box below, my expression tore as the tears left freely. 

"Y/N?'" The boy whispered lowly, studying me. He stood up cautiously, gazing at the confused boys that surrounded the crate before eying me again.

I felt myself nod, "Chris?"

"Oh my god, Y/N," He scrambled out of the box, lifting himself out before running towards me. His body slammed into mine and he embraced me, pulling his arms around me protectively, encapsulating me in a hug.

"Can someone tell me what's going on?" Thomas said, confused.

"Maybe they were, uh, dating before the maze?" I heard Newt suggest solemnly.

"We don't have memories," Alby said, joining Thomas's tone of confusion.

"This- is this real?"I pulled away, looking at Chris with a smile, "I'm not dreaming right?" I laughed as I wiped my eyes.

"I should be asking myself the same thing," Chris laughed, holding back tears of his own.

"You remember me," I touched his cheek softly, before pulling myself back into his chest. I had my brother back.

The boy protectively played with my hair, gliding his fingers through the strands as he gripped my head, holding me close, "I would never forget my little sister."

We stood there for another moment, the gladers remaining quiet and bewildered at the scene displayed.

Despite being entirely confused throughout my entire situation from waking up in a metal crate, to being thrown into this gigantic maze and society filled with only boys, I had taken it for what it was. But suddenly my world shifted, and I felt a strange wave of comfort as I clung onto the only thing I could remember.