I was planning on ending this at part 2 but like three people requested this, so here it is c:. I figured I’d get this up before I head to the coast of RI tomorrow. Here’s part 1 and part 2. I realized this one wasn’t gender neutral after I wrote it I’m sorry, and I’m honestly too lazy to change it, but if any of you have a problem with it you can ask me to edit it to gender neutral and I will <3
Plot: Newt deals with reader’s disappearance into the maze and tries to figure out why.
Pairing: Newt x Reader
I can feel beads of sweat seep through the pores of my forehead and drip down the sides of my face mixing with sticky wet trails of tears. My eyes burn with unshed tears and my head is throbbing. The hair on my head sticks to my face as I heave in anger, depression, anxiety…. The love of my life is trying to kill herself, just like I did, and I can’t have that. I stare at her tired and determined face as I wait for her to reply.
Her eyes flicker between mine and look down in defeat, “They tell me things… I mean I hear things. They talk to me,” she finally admits.
Of course the creators wouldn’t let me keep the one thing that made me happy. They took my past, my dignity and they even took me. Figures they wouldn’t stop there. “So it’s them…” I mumble to myself. What are they telling her? But before I can even open my mouth to ask her, I feel her kick her legs from my grip and she squirms on the ground before getting to her feet and making a run for it. My instincts kick in and I let out a deafening, “No!” as I lunge at her, taking her down just before she enters the maze. My knees slam onto the ground on either side of her torso, making them bruise and bleed, but I could care less. Keeping Y/N on the right side of the wall is all I care about.
“I’m so tired,” the words drip from my mouth, barely an inch from her’s. I can feel the presence of the other gladers approaching us, but I barely notice them as the ground starts to tremble. “I’m just so tired, Y/N. I’m a terrible second-in-command and I guess I’m a terrible boyfriend too. I can’t keep the people I love safe, yet I can’t even manage to kill myself. I can’t do anything right can I?” I release in an all too honest fit of sobs. The words are a self reflection, but I can tell by the look on her face she’s guilty, so I continue. Maybe if I beg… “Please, Y/N, Please, I-”
I feel a hand grip the back of my shirt and rip me off of her, sending me crashing a meter backwards onto the soft grass. The base of my neck burns from where the collar of my shirt hit my skin. No. No this can’t be happening. My heart stops and plunges to the ground in a fit of panic. I can’t do anything but stare blankly at the girl I love shuffling backwards into the opening of the maze.
“If Y/N wants to leave let them, but know they’re not coming back if they do,” I hear Gally’s voice growl from behind me.
I try to get to my feet to pull her back, but strong arms wrap around my forearms and pin them together behind my back with brute force. I writhe under Gally’s grip with every bit of strength I have. I scream a slew of incoherent words at her, shaking so my sweaty, greasy hair falls in front my eyes. She slowly gets to her feet walking backwards to her fate, never quite meeting my eyes. In one last attempt to persuade her to stay my mind forms an intelligible allegation. “Don’t you bloody do it Y/N! If you ever cared about me you’ll come back!”
She stops, and for a moment a glimmer of hope sheds warmth behind my chest. But I’m wrong. “They’ll kill you if I don’t,” she whispers, her voice dryer than sand, “they’ll make me.”
I feel myself cringe at the last words she was giving me, giving the entire glade. And like it was a response to her last words the walls shuddered and began to glide shut. Gally drops me to the ground in a blind expectation that I’ll just sit there; he’s an idiot. My arms are weak from all the struggling and stress, they shake violently as I push myself off the ground and dart for the walls. Her Y/E/C eyes finally make contact with mine, I can see all the sadness and regret in that one look and it kills me. I crumble to my knees as the walls come to a close, releasing a wail from the pit of my stomach. More salty tears stream down my face as I curl into a ball sobbing loudly and uncontrollably on the ground.
“What’s going on here?” I hear a flinty voice boom. Alby and Minho push through the crowd of gladers watching the scene. “Newt?” Alby asks, confused. I look up from my fetal position and he sees my blotchy tear stained face, contorted in indescribable pain. To his right a tall Asian boy in sneakers stands, shocked and to his left, Gally, his face deadpan.
I don’t bother answering Alby because when I see Gally standing there, an unfeeling atmosphere around him, I lose it. Hot vehement anger explodes in every part of my body and I lunge at him like a predator. “YOU WORTHLESS SHUCKING PIECE OF TRASH! I’LL KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU DID!” I shriek at him before my fist connects with his face again and again.
Before I can get my sixth punch in I’m being dragged off of him by my shoulders and Alby is talking to a nearby Glader, nodding and whispering. I look down at the masterpiece I had painted on Gally’s face, a busted lip, a puffy eye and his nose even more messed up than before. It’s well worth the bleeding knuckles.
I look around the glade looking for Y/N, so she can be the first one I go to, to brag about the damage I did to Gally’s face and I suddenly remember why I tried to kill him in the first place. For a few more seconds my eyes scan for her figure in the crowd, expecting to see her standing there, an amused smirk on her perfect face illuminated by the sunset but I slowly wade out of denial. I feel my throat close in a dry cracked sob and my eyes crease in wrinkles, soaking wet. I claw at the dirt looking for something, anything comforting.
“I can’t breathe, Minho, I can’t… I can’t….” I sob, strangled loud whimpers in between shallow breaths. I shake violently on my hands and knees, dirt caking my face and hands. “Oh my god. She’s gone,” I whisper turning to Minho, his face full of sorrow. I attempt at taking in a deep breath, trying to fill my lungs, but it feels like they’re weighed down my gravel. I can barely take in enough to speak. “I can’t breathe,” I heave gripping my chest.
Minho looks over to see Alby motioning for Gally to be dragged to the pit. He gives a slight nod to Minho, and turns away ordering Gladers away. Minho’s hand rubs light comforting circles on my back.
“It’ll be alright,” he whispers looking down at his knees.
I glare at him. “Did you even hear me?!” I yell slapping his hand away. “Did you hear what I just bloody said?! She’s gone, Minho. It won’t be alright. She’s… dead,” I choke on the last word.
Minho pauses, adjusting his posture and running his hand through his spiky black hair in thought. His clothing is clean and fresh, he must have skipped running today. “You don’t know that,” he soothes. His eyes keep flickering to the doors, as if they’re actually going to open with her on the other side. He stands up from his seat and holds a hand out for me to grab.
“Just leave me here,” I whine, lying my back against the grass, looking up at the sky whose stars are becoming clearer by the second.
“Come on, you need to eat and probably shower.”
I hear him huff, “If you don’t come on your own, I’ll drag you.”
“Try it,” I challenge him darkly. Burning embers of anger still glow inside of me, waiting to light another fire.
He sighs and I hear light footsteps, assuming he’d given up and walked away, but I feel hands pick me up by my arms and begin to drag me.
“Hey! I’ll walk!” I struggle from his grip and he lets go as I face plant into the ground. I get to my feet dusting my tan cargo shorts off, glaring at Minho. I didn’t realize just how weak and exhausted I was until I began walking towards the homestead.
As we walk into the homestead for a meal, I can feel the stares on my back. Their eyes seared holes of deep grief in me, reminding me. Even Frypan had a sorrowful look in his eyes as he handed me my bowl of soup, with a slight nod. I booked it out of there as fast as possible, trying to get out of the canopy of stares. Minho and I sat under the stars, just outside of the treeline of the deadheads where I found Y/N this morning. I stare silently at my bowl of soup, nausea too fierce to let me find anything appetizing.
“If you don’t eat, I’ll have to get Jeff and Clint to force feed you,” Minho whispered before taking in another spoonful of his dinner.
I felt like a child, unable to care for themselves. I shakily lift the spoon to my mouth and try not to gag as I finish my dinner. We get up and saunter towards the sleeping quarters. “Feeling better?” he asks.
“What do you think?”
He sighs, annoyed and sad following me across the glade to my shack. “She was my friend too, you know.” And for some reason this statement really sets me off. I turn to him, my glare under the night sky startling him.
“You don’t get it, Minho,” I spit, placing my fingertips on his shoulders and pushing him back. “She was your friend. She was the bloody love of my life. I would have married her by now if we weren’t in this klunk hole. Y/N was the last thing I had left that inspired me to get up in the morning, she made me a better me. She reminded me of all the hope in the world and now she’s gone.”
He opens his mouth to speak but I interrupt him, all of my pint up emotions starting to flow out. “Yeah, I know I sound like a martyr, but can you blame me? And I don’t even know why she left! I wake up and she’s desperate to get to her death! I don’t even know if I caused this! And now I have to go back to that shuck empty bed. So don’t you dare compare your loss to mine.”
Minho’s eyes narrow underneath his furrowed brows, his mouth slightly agape. I felt a slight pang of guilt when I said that, but I don’t take it back. It only adds to the guilt building up in my stomach.
“Can you just leave me alone?” I whisper staring down at the threshold of my room that I’d come to stand in front of. I would say I’m trying to hold in tears, but I’ve run out, leaving them dry and stinging.
“Yeah,” Minho mumbles, “just come get me if you need anything.” He turns to leave but hesitates, turning back towards me and putting his hand on my shoulder. “Before I go you need to promise me something.”
“I already lost one friend today, I can’t lose another. Promise me you won’t do anything stupid,” he quietly presses, stealing a quick glance at my bad leg.
I sigh and nod, pushing the door open to my room leaving Minho’s empty hand to fall at his side as he turned and walked away. I close the door behind me in a deadly silence and turn around to see my bed… empty. I feel my face scrunch in anger and I stomp over flipping the mattress off of the frame violently. It crashes to the ground and I kick the leg of the frame in so the corner bent upwards. I let out a scream in frustration, not caring who hears. I could feel myself shaking uncontrollably as I picked up the chair in the far corner throwing it across the room so it smashed into the wall breaking into small pieces.
There was barely any furniture in the room to begin with, so I quickly run out of things to let my anger out on. I turn around and lean my forehead against the wall, eyes closed. My fist connects with the wall leaving a gaping hole. I slide down, curling into a ball when I hit the ground, rocking back and forth.
I felt my self drift off into a light sleep on the ground in the only corner of the room that wasn’t littered with broken pieces of furniture. Thinking that I might be able to touch Y/N in a dream.
I wander the great corridors of the maze, the walls thickly sheathed in green vines, illuminated softly by the moonlight. It has to be around 3 or 4 in the morning now, and I’ve yet to encounter a griever, not that I’m complaining. I’d never been inside the maze before, I was just a medjack. But I have no idea where I’m supposed to be going, the voices have been silent since this morning.
Everything looks the same to me.
“Oh yeah, now you’re quiet,” I whisper acerbically.
My aimless wander leaves a light patter of my feet. I walk at an extremely slow rate, my whole body is sore and I can’t help but let my mind wander to Newt. If he’s okay, if he thinks I’m dead. I wish I could go back. The maze is silent tonight, usually you can hear the griever’s screech echo throughout the glade, but tonight everything seems calm. And I dare to let myself wonder if I’ll live through this but I’m caught off guard by an unfamiliar whirring noise echoing from around the corner.
I freeze at the ominous sound and look around the dark hallway for anything that could help me. My heart rate speeds and pounds in my chest leaving me with a case of vertigo. The vines. I spin on my heel and struggle to nestle behind them, but it’s too late. I see the ferocious beast gliding in my direction, various sharp objects protrude from it’s body and glowing red dots scan the area. When the red beams hit me, a blaring screech stabs my eardrums like knives. Naturally, I make a break for it.
“JUST TELL ME WHERE TO GO!” I shout at the invisible force that once infested my mind. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?” my breathy shouts bounce off the walls on either side of me as I sprint down the corridors.
My chest heaves and my arms and legs fling forward dragging me through the stale cold air of the maze. I can hear the clanks of metal hitting concrete as I push onward, adrenaline rushing through my veins, my heart palpitating with force. Times like this made me wish I’d been active in the glade; my lungs burn, craving air.
I made a sharp turn skidding on my feet and catching my balance. My eyes frantically darted around, looking for any oncoming grievers. I was lucky, until my ankle caught onto a rogue vine, causing me to crash to the ground, but I rolled back onto my feet and made a right. Then a left, then a right and another right until the only thing I could hear was the desperate push and pull of my own breaths. I slow to a stop, looking over the height of the walls to see a mixture of orange and blues in the horizon. I’m alive.
I lean over placing my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath. Cold sweat clings to my skin, making me shiver at the chilly morning air. It’s only until I feel the rumbling that I realize I’m right back where I started, like I’d been herded here.
I turn around to see the large opening, growing wider, revealing more and more boys staring in awe at my battered body. I’m equally as shocked as the gladers who wonder how I’m still alive. I don’t what hurts more, my body begging for me to collapse on the ground or the fact that Newt wasn’t in the crowd but my knees give out and I collapse anyways.
“Newt. Newt wake up,” a raspy voice spoke in my ear before shaking me.
“Leave me alone.”
“Newt, she’s back.”
My eyes shoot open to an excited Minho staring down at me in the warmth of the early sunlight. My heart skips a beat and I raise myself from the pile of old clothes on the floor I slept on. I wonder if this is a dream, there’s no possible way…
“Don’t lie to me Minho,” I say, hoping to god he wasn’t.
“I’m not! She’s in the homestead.”
“Is she okay?” I urge, already making my way to the door. “I’m going to see her.”
“Newt! Wait!” I hear him call after me as I sprint to the homestead, tears welling up in my eyes.
Before I can slam the door open to her room, a hand pulls my shoulder back turning me to face a weary Jeff. He shakes his head at me, his face calm and relaxed, which eases my nerves.
“You can go in there, but you have to be quiet. She’s in bad shape and needs a lot of rest,” he whispers placing a finger to his mouth.
“Is she hurt? Will she be okay?” I try to dig for any information, growing more and more impatient as the seconds tick away. I tap my foot nervously on the ground outside of the door, never taking my eyes off of Jeff. Minho runs into the hallway and Jeff nods slightly, signaling to leave.
“She twisted her ankle, has some cuts and bruises, but mostly she just hasn’t slept in days. She’ll be fine.”
At that I push open the door and my eyes rest on a familiar shape, hidden underneath the covers. Their chest rises up and down in a soft reassuring rhythm. All the pain, and mourning seems to drain out of me and float away when I walk up to her and see her face, color in her cheeks and mouth slightly open breathing softly.
I can’t help but crawl under the sheets with her, and wrap my arms around her torso. I breathe in her scent, relieved at the still sweet smell. My arms lock around her waist as I rest my cheek on hers, counting her steady breaths and feeling her warmth. She’s not getting away this time.
I’m sorry if this wasn’t up to expectation, I just want to start writing other imagines. If anyone wants a fourth, ask and I’ll make it I have a slight idea of what it’ll be but it’ll be the last one since my heart isn’t really in this anymore. Also feel free to send me prompts or requests c: xx