Reprogrammed

Sand scattered under his tread, dust still swirling in thick clouds around the group. For once, they were quiet, unmoving except for Newt.

He walked forward, looking into your eyes with hope. He hadn't felt that way since the day he watched you die. Now there no where in Scorch he wouldn't travel just to know that you had lived.

His footsteps weren't hesitant, he wasn't scared of you. Despite the protective gear, the hooded scarf wrapping around your head and covering the bridge of your nose. No matter how fearful you looked at him or the blades held at your sides, he didn't fear you.

He stopped, only inches away, the only person you would ever let that close.

His hand raised and you shut your eyes, letting him pull the scarf from your face. He only let out a small breath that you were barely able to decipher.

"Y/n."

And when you opened your eyes, you stared at him like you did when you were his friend and he was your first love. A time before the glade.

"Hello, Newt."

Now let's take this back, two months back to when you came up in the box against your will. When you were a deranged assassin for Wicked
But for you, you had known him for years.

(Written based off of the maze runner trilogy, I claim none of the characters)

Tw: Blood, violence, murder, greif