The Maze Runner Oneshots & Imagines

Newt - Rebuilt

It had started as a day like any other; everyone in the Glade got up, ate, did their jobs, rinse and repeat. That is, until some of the boys alerted the group that the doors hadn’t closed yet, far past the time they should have. Now, that was worrying—and it was no longer a normal day.

It didn’t take long for everyone to spread out, small crowds assembling at each door, peering into the darkness. The maze lowly growled; a muffled, crunching sound, seemingly far off.

Suddenly, shrieking from the other side of the Glade startled you. You turned around to see a few of the Gladers tearing through the trees, shouting inaudible slurs as they bolted towards the inner field. You were confused. Looking over your friends, you saw that a couple had glanced over at the fleeing boys too, their faces shrouded in unease.

Then, Newt’s fingers latched onto your wrist. You turned around on the spot, briefly eying him before looking up. No, the maze wasn’t closing: it was as open as ever and there was something moving.

“What the hell is that?” you heard someone ask. Your blood ran cold as you heard the all too familiar clacking and whirring. Grievers—there were grievers, very quickly clambering into view, towards the doors. It clicked in your mind at that moment, what the other boys must have been running from; you were about to face them too.

The grievers kept coming at a speedy pace, and as they left the confinements of the shadows, many more were unveiled. Thomas sharply interrupted the fearful staring, shouting orders to ‘run and hide in the deadheads’. And just like that, Newt’s steel grasp was yanking you back, away from the horrible creatures. You almost tumbled to the grass, though you caught yourself at the last second. You regained your footing and picked up your stride, following the others towards the homestead.

*

After Gally knocked Thomas out, the others were left to survey the damage. They had lost a few Gladers, including Alby. Admitting that to yourself only made your heart hurt. You turned to Newt and you could see it was tearing him up that his best friend had just given himself up for them. You stumbled a few steps closer, putting your hand on his arm in what you hoped was a comforting manner. You hadn’t realised till now, but you were shaking. Newt took notice as you touched him.

Your legs gave out from beneath you and you fell to the ground. Newt was quick to follow. He pulled your trembling form into his lap, wrapping his arms around your middle as he rested his forehead against your shoulder. You could feel him heaving against your back as silent sobs racked through him.

It was hard to comfort someone when you yourself were petrified. However, that didn’t stop you from trying. Your words were quiet and mostly stutters, but you told him it would be okay, several times over, all while fumbling with his fingers fretfully.

Eventually he stopped crying. He was motionless, still with his head down, but you heard him. “No, it’s not,” he mumbled. You sighed deeply.

“It will be.” And you believed that—one day, it would be okay, even if it wasn’t right this minute.

Slowly, Newt lifted his head. You peeked over your shoulder at him. There was renewed fortitude in his eyes. You smiled at him faintly, a gesture he returned. It seemed, that perhaps, he believed it too, and that was enough for now.

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A/N: I’m having a bit of writer’s block at the moment, so I want to work on smaller ideas like these. If you have any to suggest, please do drop a comment!