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

Chapter 44

~Y/N's POV~

I stand in a black space of nothing. I can feel a solid surface beneath my feet, but when I look down, all I see is blackness. But it's not dark. The whole place is lit by a dim glow that seems to come from everywhere and nowhere at once

"Hello?" I call, my voice seeming unnaturally loud, echoing around the space in a way that should be impossible, then fading to nothing. I take a step. Nothing changes. I still feel the ground, still see the darkness wrapped around me like a curtain, my world reduced to this universe of nothing.

I cast my gaze around, searching for anything, slowly turning in a circle, my eyes probing the darkness. I'm hyper-aware of my body, feeling every beat of my heart reverberating through me; my lungs expanding and contracting in my chest as I draw in deep, calm breaths; my hands and fingers flexing and twisting at my sides; my hair flowing behind me in a nonexistent breeze.

My emotions are muffled; everything other than calm wiped blissfully away. My injuries are also gone, every scratch and mark perfectly healed, and the skin on my shoulder and side perfectly joined.

I walk forward, my footsteps silent in the empty space, strangely at peace with my situation. This must be a dream, I realise, then laugh softly, the sound vanishing into the dark. Of course its a dream, this place can't exist, it's impossible.

But then again, so's a giant maze. So's wiping your memory. So's giant mechanical monsters that want to tear you to pieces. Maybe it's WICKED in my head, or maybe its a coma. I've heard of comas, or I know I've heard of them, at one point in my life that WICKED locked away.

I don't know how much time has passed, but I walk for ages, looking for anything in the darkness. Then I stop. I heard something. The faintest whisper of sound in the infinite silence. A breath, a sigh, the softest ghost of a voice; and as I turn my head to catch the sound, the slightest hint of a sweet, melodic accent.

Newt...?

Then I feel it. The first trace of warmth in this dark place; starting, strangely, at my hand, then spreading through my body until the delicious sensation fills me from head to toe. I close my eyes and spread my hands to either side in the dark, tilting my head back towards the sky, basking in the feeling.

Then I hear the soft rustle of wind through leaves; smell the scent of trees and grass; then a warm breeze caressing my face, raising the hairs on my arms. And I smile.

I open my eyes, and a gasp escapes me. A world as formed around me. But not just any world, my world. The Glade, and the forest that I love so much.

I look around me in amazement, my body restored to all its emotions and feelings, and joy fills me as I see the only home I can remember. I walk through the trees, the grass soft under my feet, the sweet smell of pine and oak filling my nose, and I laugh, the sound swallowed by the trees. Then I run, my hair flying behind me as I race through the trees, fleet as a deer.

My feet hit the ground in a rhythmic beat, leaping over fallen branches and ducking under low hanging boughs, my heart thundering in my chest, my muscles stretching and flexing, powering me along in ways familiar but utterly different. Then I slow and jog into the clearing surrounding the pond, stopping at its bank and staring into the deep, cool water, seeing my distorted reflection looking back at me.

I crouch down, scooping some of the water in my hands and splashing it on my face, revelling in the feeling of icy water on my skin. Scooping up another handful I drink, the sweet, refreshing liquid splashing down my front as I greedily gulp mouthful after mouthful. Then I hear the sharp snap of a breaking twig from behind me, and stand up, turning and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.