eerie walkway

Alienated (Newt Preference)

A/N – Hello everyone! Hope you all are having a great day! I am here with another romance/action preference with Newt. This was requested by the lovely becausewckd. I hope you all enjoy reading this one and feel free me to message me your thoughts on it, I love chatting with you lovelies! <3

Scenario: When you are separated from Newt during the WICKED infiltration of Jorge’s lair with Thomas and Brenda

Originally posted by mxze-rxnner


Shots fired. You heard bullets zip through the glass windows pelting sharp shards throughout the warehouse. You couldn’t escape the harsh screams and raucous cluttering no matter how hard you closed your ears shut. They found you. They found your friends. Its game over.

It wasn’t until you felt a firm grip on your shoulder when you turned away from the dark corner of the room. “It’s ok, Y/N,” a calm voice called out bringing you into his arms, “We’ll get out. Thomas said we are going with Jorge.”

“J-Jorge?” you stuttered, “But Newt, are you sure we can trust him?”

“We have no other choice,” he said softly as a another shot was heard in the level below, “WICKED is almost here, we need to move now.”


You nodded. He hoisted you up while placing one arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him. Before you could take another step , you heard footsteps from the staircase.

“Shit,” he whispered, pulling you down onto the floor. The snipers made their way into the room. Before you knew it, fear filled your veins and you began to shiver in trepidation. Everything was so still. The only thing you could hear was Newt’s breathing brushing softly against your cheeks. The two of you crouched behind a table and began making your way across the room.

Creak.

You froze and glanced at Newt. They must have certainly heard that. There was no other choice but to run. Newt interlaced his fingers with yours and within seconds , the two of you shoved the heavy table forward knocking the two men off balance and then proceeded to race down the hallway. It took a few moments for the men to recover from the sudden shock but they were back on their feet and began firing, shattering the glass windows once more. By that time, it was too late. You and Newt had rounded the corner and raced several flights of stairs to the others.

“They’re here,” Newt said breathlessly.

“You guys ok?” Minho asked. You nodded, gasping for breath. “Good, cause we might not be ok after that crazy shank’s plan to get out of here.” Minho handed you a rope and pointed out the window to the opposite  building where the rest of your friends stood. “Ladies first.”

A zip line?

“Are you kidding me?” you cried glancing down into the abyss, “That’s like a 100 foot drop. Where’s Thomas?”

“He’s back with Brenda, he’ll be back soon. Now go!”

Newt stopped him. “Minho, you join the others. I’ll come with her.”

“Whatever you say man,” Minho stated and with no fear, he casually slid down the rope to the other side. Newt pulled out the next rope and held it towards you.

“Go on,” he answered. But it wasn’t the rope that caught your attention, it was his arm. A glass shard pierced through his skin causing blood to spew over his sleeve.

“Oh my god, you’re hurt,” you stated pulling his arm towards you.

He brushed your concern away. “Don’t worry about that. Now go.”

“You first.”

He sighed. “Damn love, do you always have to argue with me?”

You smiled. “Yes, because I’m always right.”

He scoffed and brought you into his chest. He hugged you deeply before releasing you. He brushed your hair from your face and gently kissed your forehead. While brushing your cheeks with his fingers, he whispered, lips merely a centimeter from your own,  “No matter what happens, come right after me, alright? Don’t look back.”

You nodded and took a step back. Newt glanced at you one last time before sliding down the thick wires to the other building. Before you could reach for another rope, the snipers were here. They aimed their guns straight at you. You shuddered. Turning back, you saw Newt gesturing you to come but he sensed something was wrong. Whatever the case may be, you couldn’t let WICKED reach the other side. You swiftly took a dagger from the tables nearby and cut the long wires loose and the connection between the two buildings was broken.

You heard a sharp cry from the other side and you knew to whom that voice belonged to.

I’m so sorry Newt.

You placed a few remaining daggers back into your pocket. The snipers did not appreciate your bold move. “I don’t care what the boss says,” one of them said, “I am gonna destroy this little shit.”

Several bullets fired.

You gasped believing the shot was fired at you, when in actuality the sniper in front of you fell to his knees. You felt someone grab your arm from behind and pull you back. That’s when you noticed Brenda keeping the snipers occupied while Thomas brought you to safety. When the two of you finally reached Brenda, you raced through the hallway.

“Hurry!” Brenda called out, “This place is gonna blow.”

That was no joke. You heard a soft rumble and then a heavy blast, bringing the building down rapidly. The three of you jumped down a narrow shaft at the end of the scaffolding while the ceiling crumbled and tossed a plethora of wooden planks and metals pieces into the basement below. You coughed trying to locate the others through the thick dust left over from the blast.

“Thomas! Brenda!” You exclaimed.

“Over here!” Thomas replied while shining a light at your face. You brought your arms up to shield your eyes and walked over to them. Brenda pointed down to the a barred door and together the three of you pulled it open. “Here’s our way out,” she whispered. You and Thomas exchanged glances and that’s when you heard it. A sharp, eerie cry from the tunnels below. You recognized that sound and almost instantly you turned ice cold.

“They are down there?” you asked.

“Full time, ” Brenda answered softly and jumped down below. 
 

Your lips quivered and you lost all feeling in your limbs. “You ok?” Thomas asked.

You shook your head. “No. I can’t go down there. Not after what happened the last time.” Thomas grasped your arm before you could say anything else.

“We have to try Y/N. You can’t control what happens to people. Winston . . . We couldn’t do anything to save him. The cranks infected him and he chose to leave us. It was out of our control.”

“You don’t understand Thomas,” you burst out, “Newt is hurt. He’s bleeding which means he is more prone to infection. I should have went after him. I was the Med Jack back in the glade, I could have helped him. With all this chaos, I couldn’t do anything. What if something happens to him? I don’t know whether I will be able to handle it. I can’t do this any-”

“Y/N! Stop it! We are going to get out of here. We are going to find the others. And we will get back at WICKED. I promise.” He placed his hands on your shoulders and gripped them firmly. "And you did not make a bad decision back there. You saved him from those WICKED soldiers.”

“Did I really?”

Thomas nodded and urged you to follow Brenda down into the tunnel. After a few moments, you regained your composure and jumped down below. Thomas followed right after you and together with Brenda, the three of you walked through the darkened chambers. You would constantly hear faint cries behind you but when you moved your flashlight, you couldn’t see anything except the black, eerie walkways. A few moments passed and that’s when you heard it. A screech of some sort. You all stood paralyzed with fear. There, at the opposite end of the hallway approached the freakishly deranged cranks. It didn’t take a minute before they began racing towards you three and without a doubt, you all ran through the corridors until you finally noticed daylight.

You raced onward. A burst of adrenaline pulsed through your veins and this was exactly the jump your limbs needed to push forward. You weren’t a runner back in the glade but when it comes to out running Cranks, those thoughts never entered your mind. It was about survival. Run and never look back. You lost a few of them over the cliff side when you finally exited the tunnels. There was only one remaining. He was so quick and agile, you could almost feel him beside you. You had to slow him down. But how?

The daggers.

You slipped one from your side pocket and swiftly turned while simultaneously releasing one dagger from your hand. Without a doubt, it landed straight onto the creature’s mid-thigh causing him to stagger back in pain. Brenda took this opportunity and urged you back. She began firing the left over bullets in her gun causing the creature to move backward closer towards the edge of the cliff.

Just a little bit more.

You reached back into your pockets and grasped two more daggers. Without another thought, you fixed your aim and let them fly.

“Shit,” Thomas whispered from beside you.
 

You looked up and noticed the two daggers fixed perfectly dead center onto the skull of the deformed creature. This was the extra push it needed before it lost its footing and fell thousands of feet off the rocky cliffs into the depths of the Scorch.

Brenda looked back at you a little surprised. “Are you sure you were just a Med Jack?”

You laughed and gazed at the last dagger within your hand. “I had a good teacher.” You glanced at Thomas and he knew who you meant. Who was the one person who constantly worried for your safety in the maze? The only one who urged you to learn to protect yourself despite not being a runner? Newt.

“The quiet ones always surprise you,” Brenda replied with a smile.

It wasn’t long before you reached a small colony of a few locals roaming through what seemed to be a deserted and run-down city. Were the others here? There was one main large building so majestically adorned with banners and flags which you presumed could be the city hall. If the others did come by here, surely someone here must have noticed? Without waiting any further, the three of you slipped into the doors only to be welcomed by booming music which could have easily made your ears bleed.

“Hey!” Thomas cried out amongst the noise, “Don’t wander off too much. Meet back here in 5 ok?” You all agreed before venturing out further into the crowd. It was at that moment when you realized your mouth was parched from all the running out in the scorch. A clear bottle caught your eye and almost instantly, you grabbed it off the counter and consumed the entire contents. The drink was cool but it tasted a bit peculiar. You coughed a bit taken back from the flavor but still continued moving forward. 
 

The figures began to glow blurry and you couldn’t make out their facial features. The booming echo resonated within your ears nearly driving you deaf. And that’s when you saw it. Glimpses of the perished gladers you met back in the maze, only they were now standing right in front of you. You saw Ben. Then Alby. Then Chuck. And you saw Alex, a deranged glader who ran frantically onto the maze in panic. There he was right in front of you. You were most certain he was there. You squinted trying to see him more properly and realized his expression. He looked depressed, tired and upset. “Why didn’t you save me?” he asked softly. You looked up and saw dark machine-like creature slowing towering over you.

Grievers.

They can’t be here. They were back in the maze. You looked back at Alex. “Why Y/N?” he asked again before the creature from above pounced on him and piercing its stinger straight through his body.

You screamed as you saw his limp body on the ground and ran back. It didn’t stop the hallucinations though. You saw your friends everywhere you looked, only they looked sick, pale, and deranged it caused your heart to beat faster in panic. It started getting warmer and your head ached with a burning sensation which caused you to sink back into a corner of the room. You brought your hands to your ears trying to distant yourself from the people within your vicinity.

It wasn’t long before you felt a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N,” came a familiar voice, “It’s ok. You’ll be ok.”

“W-wha … ? M-m-myy head . . ” you slurred while grasping your forehead.

You heard a chuckle. “Well isn’t this ironic? You’re usually the one fixing us up. Now come on, let’s get you out of here.”

You slipped your arms away from him and pouted.

“What is it?” he asked a bit confused.

“My boyfriend won’t like it if I leave with strangers,” you replied groggily. 

You heard that chuckle again. “Believe me love, he will forgive you this time.”

——————-

You awoke to soft voice calling your name repeatedly. Light blinded your sight for a moment until everything became clear again. You turned to the side and saw Newt resting his head casually on his arm while glancing at you lovingly. “Welcome back, love.”

“Newt!” you cried out trying to sit up straight.

Newt stood up from the chair beside your bed and gently pushed you back under the covers. “It’s ok Y/N, I’m fine. We are ok. Jorge and the rest of us found out that a couple of people saw you walking in here so we came to find you. Brenda and Thomas are okay. Looks like you all drank or ate something in there which made you hallucinate a bit.” You looked at his arm and noticed it was all bandaged properly. “Jorge fixed me up a bit.”

You sighed. “I was so scared I would lose you.”

You were scared?” he asked tracing his fingers through your hair, “I nearly thought about burning the entire scorch down after that building collapsed with you in it. Trust me, even Minho thought I was bloody insane. What were you thinking?”

“I couldn’t let them get to you Newt or the others. I just did what I thought was right.”

Newt brought his face closer to yours. “You’re really incredible you know that?” A soft blush covered your cheeks. Within seconds, he pulled you up and brought you onto his lap. His arms circled around your waist tugging you towards his chest.

“I saw some things in there.”

“Like what?”

“Us. We were different. Sick almost as if we were changing into .  . . ”

“Those were hallucinations, Y/N.”

“It may not seem like much but that vision nearly killed me. You and the rest of the gladers are all I have Newt. Without you, I don’t know what I do. I love you.”

He froze. That was the first time you ever said that to him. His eyes were upon you and tilted his head, a bit taken back but a small smile appeared in the corner of his mouth. “Oh is that right love?” he asked a bit cockily with a smirk on his lips.

You nodded shyly.

“Well, the feelings mutual,” he replied before closing the gap between your lips. His kiss was soft and gentle at first, but then it became fiery and passionate, causing your heart to pound so hard you were afraid he could hear it. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss causing you to melt into his arms. He pulled away softly and began to playfully peck your lips. Fearing that your face would burn into a deeper shade of red, you burrowed your head into his shoulder and hugged him close. You could hear him chuckling softly in your ear, amused by your actions. You both were in this together now, and no matter what happens, you would always find your way back to one another. Whether it be in a maze. Or out in the scorch. Being alienated would never stop you again.

7

St James Centre, Edinburgh

Exterior

Whenever I walk by the St James Shopping Centre I always think it resembles some massive dystopian spaceship. 

Is this how humanity will survive in the future? When we have emptied and destroyed our planet and have to flee into space. Spaceships the size of cities floating along.

From the outside it resembles some dystopian space-Fascist monolith. Great hulks of concrete with absolutely no consideration to aerodynamics or aesthetics and eerie deserted walkways