Altered {Maze Runner}

A Jealous Celebration

Newt's POV

The sun eased into the sky the moment everyone was gathered around the wall. I locked eyes with Logan for a moment who seemed sympathetic but I broke contact before she could release a word. I wasn't in the mood to play this game with her. I wasn't in the mood for anything. I just wanted my two best friends back. I wanted to escape this bloody place with all of my friends and have a normal life. I don't want to be enclosed in any shucking maze.

My mind had been spinning all night, I couldn't lock my eyes shut once. What if they're dead? What if I never see them again? I'll have no one. Thomas and Minho are the only reasons I hadn't attempted killing myself again. I'd miss them too much. I couldn't imagine life with a sarcastic Asian boy and a curious risk taker next to me everyday.

Why'd Thomas rush in there? He must have known there was no hope. He must have at least contemplated the thought of death. I guess that's what a curious risk taker is.

The walls hitched and clicked. With progression the doors were soon separated leaving an empty gap trailing into the maze. Nothing. No one. Not a single figure wandered amongst the ivy and concrete walls. Before I processed what I was doing I was punching and beating against the walls. I should have known. My life was over, I have nothing else. No one else I care about... except Logan. Who I didn't even have.

"Newt please," Logan's hands rested upon my shoulders as she yanked me from the structure. Only now had I noticed the tears streaming down my cheeks. She wiped her thumb across my right cheek and forced a small smile. "they won't die in vain. We'll leave- escape the Glade. They won't just have died for nothing. We'll pack up and find a way out of this place. Then when we meet the Creators we'll ask them why they even-"

"Hey! Look!" Chuck's voice rang through the crowd causing me twist to find two friends heaving a limp body through the aisle of the maze. My tears were soon replaced by laughing as i accompanied the boys by also stretching Alby's body across my shoulder. Cheers and rants pierced through the Gladers.

"That was pretty risky shank. You gave me a shucking heart attack." I nudged Thomas' shoulder who grinned in protest.

"I don't know, something just kept urging me to go after them." Thomas replied sprawling Alby's body across the soft grass as Clint came dashing over.

"This is like 7th time in 2 weeks. I think I'm going to have to start charging you shanks." Clint chuckled testing Alby's pulse and reactions.

"Later we also need to talk. We found something... maybe a way out." Thomas added.

"How about for now we celebrate and we'll go over this tomorrow." I responded a bit tired from the piles of questioned stacking in my mind. I didn't need another thing added to my barely contained brain

"Sure, Newt. We can also discuss his punishment." Gally interrupted before sauntering back to the Homestead.

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Logan's POV

*time lapse to night time*

Raging fists and chants increased through the Gladers as the contest between who could eat the most crap of Frypan's food before someone puked. Winston was on the verge of barfing all over Jeremy while Chuck continued to snarf down piles. Thomas patted the younger boy as he raised his empty bowl in triumph. Megan was soon beside him beaming proudly. She pecked his cheek allowing him to grow a blood red. "Ooooo's" replaced the Glader's chants.

"I've got an idea!" Emily piped, who was currently stretched across Newt's lap. I had to bite my lip to where it was bleeding to keep myself in my seat. Minho and Thomas were surrounding me and commenting jokes to keep the tension to a level. "how about spin the bottle?" she smirked as FryPan passed her a bottle. The boys and girls agreed and placed it in in the middle of a now formed circle.