The Tributes from the Maze (Newt/OC)

The First Fit

The next thing he knew, he had woken up in the maze with no recollection of who he was and how he'd gotten there.

Newt needed to clear his head. So many new thoughts and memories had flooded his brain, leaving an intense throbbing in his temples. He threw off the covers and sat on the end of the hospital bed, running his fingers through his messy hair. He needed to get out, maybe go for a run and get some fresh air. Then he decided against it. It would be a long time before he went running by choice after everything he'd been through. Maybe he'd just go for a walk and get back before anyone knew he was gone. He grabbed his jacket and slowly opened the door. Newt ducked his head out in the corridor and turned to the left, forgetting to check the right. He crept out and was about to close the door when a voice from behind made him jump.

"Newt? Is that you?" A girl asked him. He accidentally slammed the door closed in alarm.

"Do you want to wake the whole building up?!" Ariadne whispered.

"Thank the Lord, it's only you. Do you want to scare the buggin' daylight out of me?" He asked, still trying to calm his racing heart.

"Sorry, but you weren't exactly being stealthy. You scared me as well. Especially after...what happened." Ariadne shuddered.

"Sorry for being such a shuck-face. Are you feeling alright?" Newt apologised. He could see Ariadne's terrified face through the darkness.

"Yes. No. I don't know." She sighed. "It's all so confusing. It was terrible. I had these thoughts and feelings that weren't mine. It felt like pure anger and hatred and hunger took over me. I had some of my own thoughts and the Flare was trying to push it aside. It was like a war in my mind. You understand, don't you?"

Newt did understand. He had felt it all as well. It was torture beyond measure. He had hated the endless struggle. "It's the most terrible feeling in the world. Why are you out of your room? You're still not in a good state, what if something happens to you?"

"I think I can take care of myself. I've survived so far, haven't I?" Ariadne rolled her eyes at Newt.

"I don't know about that. Let me see." Newt joked and felt her wrist for a pulse. "You have absolutely no pulse that I can feel."

"Oh no! What if I'm a vampire?!" Ariadne widened her eyes in mock horror.

"I have to warn you that I don't taste very nice. I'm sure you'd much rather enjoy snacking on someone who has more meat on their bones, like Gally!" Newt shielded his body in good jest.

"I don't want my mouth going anywhere near Gally." She giggled. "So what are you doing here? I thought Minho had given strict bedtimes to everyone. Breaking curfew, like old times, are you?"

"It's a beautiful night. I think some fresh air would do us some good." Newt hesitated before he answered.

"Sure, I could do with a walk." Ariadne frowned at him brushing off her question. The two crept down the corridor with Ariadne taking the lead. Ducking around a corner, she checked if anyone was there.

"It's clear." She whispered and looked back over her shoulder to see that Newt wasn't behind her. "Newt? Where did you go? Newt?"

She slowly made her way down the corridor. The hospital was creepier in the night. 'Like a crazed asylum with the tortured souls of dead cripples,' her uncle's voice floated into her head. The place suddenly seemed a lot colder. She shuddered and hugged herself.

"Newt?" Her voice shook as a shadow moved in her peripheral vision, causing her to snap her head in search of the offending object. There was a leaf stuck in one of the window sills and it fluttered in the wind. Someone tapped her on the shoulder and she spun around, expecting to find a doctor or something worse. She screamed at the sight of someone's face so close to hers. The person clamped their hand over her mouth and put their finger to their lips, motioning to the window three quarters up the near wall. The moonlight shone onto their face and she breathed a sigh of relief.