Maze - Newt (21)
word count: 1.6k reader! x Newt
warnings: none I believe, maybe swearing
summary: you wake up in the Box, no memories, no explanations; the only thing that stands out is a certain name, written in bold on the palm of your hand
English is not my first language, enjoy-
CHAP 21
As my eyes were fixed on the flames, I felt someone scoot closer to me.
A faint smile on my lips as I was looking at the boys pushing and fighting each other’s.
"What’s up with you today?" A voice asked.
To my left a trail of dirty blond hair.
"Nothing" I replied, half smiling, half aching.
"Sure green bean, what you say" Newt looked ahead, something in his bottle had wetted his lips.
"Newt!" Someone greeted him.
The boy laughed slightly, waving his hand.
His eyes were shiny as he reached for a wood, throwing it in the fire.
He turned around again, looking at me.
"I see something’s going on in that pretty head of yours" his finger pointed at his head, while he bit his lips.
"Already told ya’"
"Liar"
"Alright, what do you want me to say?"
He took a step forward, his eyes staring right at me.
We drowned in a few seconds of absolute silence.
"What?" I asked, amused.
He shook his head, chuckling.
"Nothing" he murmured, a small smile playing on his lips.
"You alright blondie?" I asked him as the boy started laughing.
"Were you just falling for me or what?" By this point I was laughing too.
"I guess I was"
"Don’t stop then"
The air suddenly thick.
"Promise me?" I suddenly asked, my pinky finger out for him to shake.
"Promise you what?" Even tho I haven’t even said anything yet, his finger was already interviewed with mine.
"Say you’ll never let me go"
The boy smiled, I felt him holding his finger strongly, lightly shaking.
"I won’t"
Silence fell, even the shouts of silly boys in the back didn’t break that instant.
Or hadn’t really, until I felt two strong arms rest on my shoulders.
"What’s going on over here?" Minho asked.
"Just made with this shuckface over here a promise"
Newt laughed, finally breaking the grip on my finger.
"Well it’s all very lovely but I need you two to come help me with Gally, that klunk is particularly unbearable today. Just got the new Greenie to the ground".
Dawn came, unannounced, as I slowly opened my eyes.
It was time to breath, it was time to act.
I eventually found the strength to stand up, my body almost shaking but grief had to wait for a couple hours more.
I made my way down the stairs, the morning breeze freezing my face, close to the Map Room I could spot a circle of Gladers, towering over something, making my way closer I spotted Newt on the ground, slowly cleaning Alby’s bloody head.
"What happened?" I asked Winston.
"Looks like Alby tried to light up the Glade yesterday, keeps saying is because he wanted to scare the Grievers away, got a massive bruise on his head too, say he had to fight one".
Alby, the same boy who told me to protect the maps was the one who tried to burn them?
He went completely crazy after all.
"Here you are" Thomas found me in the crowd, "think I figured out something, where’s Newt?" I glanced at the boy, caring about his friend, as I slowly got closer.
"Hey" I called out, he looked at me, blood on his hands.
"Gotta go".
"What? Where?"
I tilted my head towards Thomas, the blond standing up and muttering something to the med jacks.
"What is it?" Asked Newt once he reached us, his clothes dirty and his forehead stained in sweat; it had been a long night.
"I think we figured out something, me and Teresa, I think I know how to read the Maps"
We shared a look, then Minho asked: "what are we waiting for then? A Griever to come help us?" His eyes unlikely panicked.
"You have to let Teresa out first" Thomas asked.
Newt shot me a look, me nodding at the boy.
"This damn girl".
Fifteen minutes later we were sit around the small maintenance room of the Homestead, papers in hands as Thomas explained his idea.
"I think, if we get every pattern of every day together, something might stand out, a letter maybe or a number, words, anything."
After a first attempt we got a letter.
Tried again and got a different one.
"Can’t be a coincidence" teresa stated and I nodded, eyes locking with Minho’s and Newt’s.
If it comes down to choosing to trust the guy or not, trust him.
They didn’t need to be reminded though as they nodded energetically, hands shooting for more papers.
"We gotta run the Maze" spoke Minho.
"You crazy?" Asked Thomas.
"No he’s right" Newt barged in, "what if today’s pattern changes? What if it leads to a different word?"
Thomas doubts cleared in a second and he stood up, Minho following.
"We’ll come back as soon as possible" they muttered, leaving the room.
"Let’s keep going" breathed Newt, as we kept taking papers, moving them, writing down letters, cutting edges.
After a full hour, I felt newt’s breath on my neck.
"You alright?"
I nodded, not leaving the papers’ sight.
"I know Gally-"
"No"
He sighed, "I’m worried about you, you haven’t spoken a word all day"
"I’m fine" I cut short.
I needed to figure out the pattern, not relieve my emotions.
Newt breathed again, standing up.
"We can’t do this all on our own, I’ll find someone we can trust" with that he left the room, glancing my way.
There was silence for a minute, then for the first time in a few hours I felt Teresa’s voice speak up.
"He really cares about you", I looked her in the eyes, but didn’t feel like answering.
The girl didn’t stop though, "I think you’re special, just like me and Thomas, aren’t you?"
"I don’t know what you’re talking about" I breathed, hand reaching for a paper.
But you can hear can’t you?
My temples burning.
"Stop it" I breathed, hands holding my head.
"I knew you could do it too"
"Do what?" I asked, more exhausted than interested.
"Talk…telepathically"
I snorted.
"Thomas told me he did it with someone other than me" she breathed, her tone more curious than hostile.
"Why?" I found the strength to mutter, too devastated to even process the new information.
"I guess we’re different" she shrugged, hands clasping maps, as her hair fell in front of her face.
"Why didn’t you tell them? That you can talk to Thomas that way?" I asked.
"We can talk to Thomas that way" she corrected, than looked around "it’s not time yet"
"What?" I tried to ask but was cut short as Newt entered the room, four boys behind him, Fry closing the row as he sit close to me, eyes taking in the view.
"Looks like we’re a long way from that dinner aren’t we?"
I lightly smiled, sorrow already playing with my heart.
Hours went by, it was by noon as Newt finally decided we had to prepare for the night, his now leaders’ duty couldn’t wait.
I offered to help him out to take a break, hands as stiff as olds maps.
We exited the small room, shoulders touching as he faced me.
"Can you let it out?" He asked.
"Not yet" I shook my head.
Newts hands found my cheeks, making their way down towards my waist as he softly pulled me closer, hugging tightly.
"I’m not gonna let them take you" he whispered.
"Second-in-command number one priority" he stated, throwing a joke I didn’t catch.
"I’m not afraid for me" I mumbled against the skin of his shoulder, lips pressed onto his collar bone.
The boy breathed heavily, he didn’t need to ask.
His eyes locked on mines as he shifted.
His lips started moving but he quickly beat back what he was going to say, his eyes falling shut as he sighed.
The grip got loose as he pressed his forehead onto mine, "you don’t know how much I’ll give up to go back to that night one more time" he whispered, his eyes closed, his teeth pressed on his lower lip.
I smiled, taking in his scent, his presence.
"I never told you" I confessed "but I always suspected I knew you before all this mess, no way we got this close in so little".
"I’m glad you found your way back, then" he breathed.
I smiled, fondly.
"Let’s go" I broke the hold, slowly pulling his arm, Newt, sleepish smiling, followed me.
The next hours are a blur in my head; we arranged the big building just like we did the night it had rained, Newt ordering around to take food and any valuable object inside the building.
It felt like preparing to go to war.
I hardly left Newt’s side as I helped him accomplish tasks.
A couple hours before dawn we spotted Thomas and Minho’s figures slowly making their way towards the Glade, running at a defeated stance.
"Nothing new" muttered Minho, hands on his knees as he caught his breath back.
"How is it going with the code?" Thomas asked.
You know it. You asked her didn’t you?
The boy looked ashamed at the ground.
"Pretty well, checked before, the shanks I choose are working their hands out." Newt.
"Good that" muttered the brunette.
"If what Gally said is true.." Eyes shooting my way.
"They’re gonna take someone else tonight" I mumbled, silence answered my statement.
They’re gonna take someone tonight, one of the faces I was looking at, would have disappeared, through a whole on the wall, or by the door, or anywhere the Grievers liked to go.
As the first ray of silver aimed for the Glade, a loud scream in the distance broke the chatting.
Gladers hurrying inside the building, as Newt shut the door.
Night begun and none of us was ready.
Mia
(that’s it, my fav chapter by far; what do you think about it?”)
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