#newt is crazy

[weepinglavenders]

Staying Put PART 4?!:

Newt was woken up by the sharp pain and impact of someone kicking him. He didn’t open his eyes before reaching out and grabbing the person’s leg, wrapping himself around it and then slamming his body weight into the leg, causing the person to fall over with a loud thunk. He looked at them and ripped off their mask, his vision going cloudy in that newly familare way. He grabbed the man’s face, who looked absolutely terrified as he stared and struggled against Newt. He put force into his fingers, cutting open the flesh on the man's face with his jagged fingernails, relishing in the screaming. He slammed the man’s head down, glaring as he hit the padded ground.

“I said I’d kill the damn shanks that put me in that maze. I thought about it for two long years and I’m not about to forget about it.”

Newt hissed quietly, letting the Flare take over as he broke the man’s neck. He stood and stared at Ava through the window who stared right back before seeming to write something down. He looked at the man who stained the white floor red now. He had nothing on him, he was a completely defenseless man and had been sent in to get a reaction from Newt.

Well if a reaction was what they wanted he’d give them a reaction. He took the small ID card from the man’s pocket, using the corner to draw out lines on the padding. Lines he knew by heart, lines he had seen so many times that they seemed to be apart of him. An empty square in the center, paths going in all sorts of directions, sections forming words. He went to the back wall and hummed quietly, taking the now broken plastic car and cutting his arm, using his blood to spell out two very important words.

“Fuck You.”

He stepped back and looked at his work, seeing the messy lines of the maps Minho and the runners had worked so long on making, that he’d helped make. He looked at his bleeding arm and went to the side of the door and started writing down names, crossing them out one after another until everyone’s name was down.

Finally he looked at the window, saw a sea of people just watching, staring at all the marks he’d made. If they only saw him as another Crank then a Crank he’d be. He’d be the craziest bastard in the whole damned building.

~

An hour or so later three people came in, followed by the Chancellor. Newt was quickly detained, placed in cuffs with gloves and some type of mask that locked in the back. He almost laughed at the idea of having to bite these bastards but he probably would if need be. Hell, he’d dislocate his own wrists if it got him out of these cuffs. 

One person held Newt in place as the other two grabbed the man and took him out of the room. Paige looked at him, examining him like a feral dog, interest glittering in her eyes.

“You are one interesting individual Newt, the Flare has truly affected your reason.”

She kneeled beside him and looked into his eyes.

“The Newt we were all rooting for would’ve never killed an innocent. You were one of the few Gladers that still mourned loss and grieved. It’s truly heartbreaking to see act this way.”

Her tone was so disappointed and hurt that Newt lowered his eyes, thoughts clearing back to a small piece of sanity. He looked at the wall with everyone’s name on it and his heart stuttered painfully at all the crossed out names. He hadn’t had time to mourn all the new ones, hadn’t had time to even think long enough about them but now, the Chancellor’s words burrowed into his heart. No, Newt would never have killed someone, not the Newt that had been in the Glade for two years, who had valued everyone of the Gladers and was incharge of making sure everyone was taken care of.

His head dropped, fighting back tears. He’d hated it, hated the walls, the doors, the constant state of fear. But now? Now he wanted to laugh at the thought of himself being curled up in a bed, trembling as he was attacked relentlessly with night terrors. Glader Newt hadn’t known actual fear, not like how he knows it now, hadn’t really known loss until they had escaped. 

He looked back at the woman who was giving him a pitying look that made his blood boil. He wasn’t like that anymore, he was some crazy heartless bastard because of them. He kicked his leg out, snagging Paige’s ankle from the back and yanking it forward. She fell and groaned, her look of pity immediately being replaced with hate.

“You’re right, the kid you put into the maze would never do something so heartless, but I think it’s pretty clear he’s not in the maze anymore and he’s sick of your shit.”

His voice was muffled by the mask so to emphasize his words he glared heavily at her. She looked at the person holding him and nodded, standing up and dusting herself off.

“It is clear to me now, and it is also clear you are not grasping the urgency we have to make this cure which involves your help and your friends. I suppose we’ll have to find a more aggressive means of persuasion.”

He didn’t have time to ask what the hell that ment before he was marched out of the room and down multiple hallways, stopping at a door that looked identical to all the others. The room had a heart monitor and a rug in the center, the walls having odd hexagon shaped holes covering them and there was only one dim light hanging down. 

Newt was forced to walk towards the monitor, a chain being clipped to the center of his cuffs and then to a hook that was hidden inside the rug. He was quickly connected to the monitor before the person left, locking the door.

He looked around and sighed quietly, not sure what he was supposed to be doing. He stepped back, seeing that he had about four to three feet of chain connecting him to the floor but not enough to allow him to go over to the monitor. Suddenly a small hissing noise started, a type of fog seeping from the holes in the wall and layering the ground, surrounding his ankles. He held his breath quickly, his heart rate picking up slightly and followed by more frantic beeping.

Then the lights shut off, the sound of metal scraping against the ground surrounding him. The familiar, eerie moans of Grievers filled the room, sounding like it was coming from every angle, closing in around him. The monitor was partially screaming now as his heart sped up, he tried to step back but his restraints held him.

The beeping faded into screaming and the world seemed to tilt as red lights turned on, casting shadows of the Grievers in the fog, but he couldn’t hear them anymore. He squeezed his eyes shut and screamed, the sound making his throat raw and his body shake, trying to be louder than the screaming that filled his head. 

Light suddenly filled the room, the fog retracting and allowing Newt to open his eyes. He’d planted his feet at the edge of his retrains and had started pulling so hard against the cuffs that his bones threatened to break, blood spilling from the rubs on his skin. His mouth tasted like he’d swallowed a million pennies, making him nauseous. He coughed, a painful, raspy sound, blood falling from his mouth. The person who had brought him to the room stepped inside, not saying a word as they unclipped the chain and disconnected the monitor. Rage filled his body then and Newt looked at his wrists and glared at the person, watching as their back turned to look at the monitor. 

Maybe they were betting that he’d be too freaked out to cause any actual damage or maybe they wanted him to attack the guy when he wasn’t looking, both ideas pissing him off a bit more but he didn’t act on his thoughts of murder, waiting patiently. A moment later the person turned to him, giving him a confused look before writing something down. Newt smiled and slammed his elbow into the bridge of the guy’s nose, causing it to make a sickening crunch as it broke from the force. He kicked the chain that laid on the floor out as the man staggered back and caused him to trip and fall, knocking his head hard against the tile and rendering him unconscious. 

He grabbed the keys in the guy's pockets and bit the end of one, wedging the key into the lock of his cuffs and sighing in relief as they clattered to the ground on the first attempt. He ripped off some of the fabric on the man’s lab coat, easily tying it around his bloody wrists and then going through all of his pockets, finding a small hand version of a launcher that Ava Paige had so kindly showed him earlier. 

The door swung open, multiple people coming in with guns but he easily shot one, took their gun (which wasn’t a standard hand held or a launcher much to Newt’s joy), and shot the others, grabbing a key card from one of the bodies and quickly leaving the room. He tried remembering the direction he’d come from, racing down hall after hall and shooting anyone that tried to stop him. Within minutes alarms were blaring but Newt ignored it, eyes landing on the stairwell.

Level 4/10

Praying that level 1 or 2 would be ground level he raced down the stairs, ignoring as the pain in his ankle grew. He landed on the second floor, panting through his teeth and glaring heavily at the guards that surrounded the stairs. He was about to either run up the stairs or kill as many of them as he could when suddenly an explosion made a gaping hole at the other side of the room and Newt grinned as he saw them.

[buddygrouse]

pacific rim scientists forever in my heart

[ynnu-64]

Newtmas !! :3

[nrvscig]

"omgg newtmas are soo wolfstar" NO. they're jegulus and i will die on that hill. thomas thinking he can save everyone and watching the person he loves most die because of this?? JAMES. newt living his whole life loving thomas in silence and just accepting his death/infection bc he 'knew it was for the better'??? REGULUS. they are LITERALLY jegulus in another universe and i KNOW im right

also minho and thomas are SO sirius and james it actually pains me

[dont-let-me-eat-pears]

N e w t .

[unnonexistence]

hermann thoughts: if i discredit newton and his approach enough, the martial won't give him the equipment for his kaiju drift, and i can protect him from himself. if he despises me for it, so be it. there is little i wouldn't sacrifice to see him safe.

newt thoughts: this is a Best Science competition and i have to Win

[bellzsad]

the newtmas angst in the maze runner movies is crazy because wdym a brunet meets a blond in a secluded place? wdym they become close? wdym they're not each other's love interests? wdym there's a girl? wdym they have deep convos? wdym the blond comforts the brunet when he feels insecure about his role? wdym the blond has to watch the brunet still yearn for a girl who was a betrayer? wdym the blond one gets a deadly virus? wdym the brunet has to watch the blond slowly deteriorate? wdym the blond won't let the brunet take care of it to save their other friend in selflessness? wdym the brunet has to carry, or more like practically drag the blond to a train station while fires burn in the background? wdym the blond tries to stab the brunet? wdym the blond's body goes limp through an embrace? wdym the brunet lets go and sees that the blond stabbed himself? wdym he then found a heartfelt letter a few days later from the blond? WDYM THERE WAS A SPECIAL NICKNAME?

[person4924]

why did this take so long i need to die

[stationarystar]

twins

[ladybender]

doomed by the narrative etc etc etc etc

[cherie-luvv]

Newt I really don’t think pushing Thomas against the wall and looking at his lips multiple times means he’s just your friend

[thepersassiest]

if u are an active tmr series blog in the year 2024 please interact

[wildbwills]

Literally all of book one was just this

[catgrub]

always missing these freaks a little bit

[mostcheery]

exams start in 2 days. idc here’s another quick screencrap redraw this time maze runner weeeeeee

[bisupergirl]

just reread kara's story in dc's nuclear winter special and i will never not be anguished that this wasn't expanded into a full elseworlds tale for kara... i deserve to see milf kara and her daughter fight to survive in the nuclear wasteland