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Trust is Like Fire - TMR REWRITE Chapter Nine

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Summary: Driving through the mountains, they found the Right Arm, or rather, the Right Arm found them. For a first interaction, being shot at wasn’t the worst the group had had to face. Aris was reunited with old friends he made when he was in the maze, Sonya and Harriet. The two took them to a camp further in the desert, where their group was hiding. Starting off the wrong foot, they managed to gain the trust of the man in charge, named Vince but as the night fell, the day took a much darker twist, ending in the cries and tears of a family being torn apart.

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Warnings: TMR Scorch Trials spoilers, angst, some fluff, bruises, blood, gun violence, ANGST (I understand Teresa thought she was doing the right thing but only Teresa’s slander will be accepted here)

They had been sitting in this car they took from Marcus, going as far as making him cry like a baby because of it, for a few hours now. The roads were empty and all they saw for miles on end was desert with sands, stones and dry bushes. Jorge was behind the wheel and drove them into the mountains where they would normally find people from the Right Arm group. After taking a nap for a while, her head resting on her brother's shoulder, Grace sat up and rubbed her eyes and met the amused glance Newt was giving her before looking out the window, staring into the distance. Despite the conditions, this had been one of the most restful sleeps she had since the WICKED facility. Just like in the glade, they had been through a lot in a rather short period of time, and it was exhausting for all of them but they all knew WICKED was never going to let it and leave them alone so it wouldn’t come to an end for now. It would be a long time before they would experience a moment of peace longer than a few hours. They drove through the mountains, crossing paths with rusty and crumbling metal pyramid towers from which cables hung from all sides in the void. Grace had no idea what it was. After a moment, Jorge stopped the car and she turned her head, looking forward with a slight frown, wondering what was up. They all stepped out of Bertha, staring at a bunch of decrepit cars blocking the road.

“Well, I guess we’re on foot.” Jorge stated. The group gathered around him and stood there in silence. They walked through what felt like a cemetery, searching the opened trunks, taking a peep inside the cars. Grace followed Thomas, looking around the mountains, she almost bumped into him when he stopped by a car. She walked past him to stand by his side and followed his gaze to the dusty windshield and saw a bullet hole. The second after he brought his hand up to it, a shot was fired and a bullet hit the hood of the car, making a loud metallic sound resounding in the valley. Thomas grabbed Grace’s shoulders and brought her to the ground along with him as he shielded his head with his arm out of reflex. As bullets rained down on them, Jorge ordered the others to take cover. For a few seconds after they stoppes, the shots echoed through the valley like thunder.

“Hey, is everyone okay out there?” Thomas enquired, while he, Grace and Jorge, hid together behind a car.

“We’re fine.” Teresa shouted in response.

“Anyone knows where those bloody shots came from?” Newt queried, but none of them had an answer.

“That son of a bitch, Marcus. He led us into an ambush.” Jorge spoke, furiously taking off his gloves. Grace then looked at Thomas motioned for her to stay hidden as he slowly stood up to look around. A few other bullets were shot at their car, and he took cover again.

“What do we do?” He asked Jorge. Both Grace and Thomas stared at him, waiting for him to say something.

“Yeah. Hold this.” Jorge handed them a sort of bomb and Grace hesitantly grabbed it, glancing at her brother in confusion. “We gotta create a diversion. You get ready to chuck it.” Jorge then then took out a device with a small red button on top and she got on her foot, leaning forward to stay hidden, the bomb in her hand while Jorge told the others to be ready to run back to the truck and cover their ears. He then lowered his voice to address Grace. “Ready? One… Two…”

“Drop it.” A female voice ordered from behind them, accompanied by the sound of a gun being reloaded. They froze for a few seconds until the woman urged them and raising her hands in the air, Grace put the bomb down, not daring to turn around, just looking at her brother from the corner of her eyes. Jorge gave in as well and dropped the device he held in his hand. “On your feet. Let’s go.” All three of them slowly got up and she repeated herself, yelling this time. With her sniper, she moved for them to get to the side. There were actually two women in front of them, both wearing masks hiding their lower faces. The one actively threatening them had long dreadlocks falling a little past her shoulders and the other one, standing behind her, light blond hair in a side braid. The two walked towards them, pushing them to back up and got the others to raise their hands and stand beside Thomas, Grace and Jorge. The one with dreadlocks kind of frowned, lowering her gun and mask. “Aris?”

“Oh my god. Harriet?”

“My god. What the hell are you doing here?” She quickly swalked over to him and drew him into a tight hug. The others watched them, all staring and frowning in confusion. Aris then greeted the other girl named Sonya. They seemed so relieved to see each other. Grace looked at the blond, and the only thought that crossed her mind was how pretty she looked.

“Aris, you’re lucky we didn’t shoot your dumb ass. You all right man?”

“Uh, what’s happening?” Minho enquired.

“We were in the maze together.” Aris explained, reminding them that he was indeed in a maze full of girls and was the only boy, just like Teresa and Grace were the only girls in a maze full of boys. For some reason the three of them had found themselves in the opposite maze to the one they should have been in. Harriet then walked to the edge of the road and whistled. Grace followed her with her eyes until she looked at Sonya and crossed her gaze. she still had a candid smile stretching her rosy lips. She had the prettiest hazel eyes Grace had ever seen and she couldn’t get her eyes off of her. It felt like there had been an instant connection between them, as if time had stopped and nothing else mattered around them. Grace was very unfamiliar with that sort of feeling and didn’t know what to do with it but stand there and smile and probably look somewhat stupid, but she didn’t care. The fluttering in her stomach made it feel like thousands of butterflies were flying in there and she couldn't help but be confused and taken aback and yet, looking at Sonya was strangely comforting. She didn't remember her being at WICKED with them and still, it was just as if they had always known each other, which was even more weird to her. When she felt Thomas’ hand on her shoulder, she was taken out of her thoughts and contemplation in the blink of an eye and glanced at her brother, disoriented. Thomas was looking at her and she could tell that his eyes were asking her what was going on, but she just turned around and saw all the armed figures standing on top of the mountains. They had definitely found the Right Arm. Grace had a soft grin on her face. She glanced at Sonya, who was talking to Aris and the latter looked at her, both smiling at each other. Grace couldn’t understand what happened and why she was feeling like this toward someone she had just met a moment before. She wondered if Sonya was feeling the same as her.

She pushed these thoughts away, putting them to the back of her mind and the group of teenagers followed Sonya and Harriet down a wide, natural tunnel in the moutain. At the end of the tunnel, a big truck was parked sideways to block the path. Sonya waved her arm around.

“Back it up, Joe!” The vehicle began to reverse, and they walked out the gallery. Outside, there was a whole bunch of people, standing near cars parked there. The group silently followed the two girls, Aris on their heel and Thomas and Grace walked side by side, looking around with a tiny hint of apprehension in the back of their eyes, their friends right behind them.

“We’re taking them to base.” Harriet told someone without stopping in her tracks.

“Wait, so, how did you guys get here?” Aris wondered.

“The Right Arm got us out.”

“Wait, wait.” Thomas spoke, accelerating his pace enough to approach Harriet. She caught his attention by talking about the Right Arm. Grace had thought they might have found them after everything they had gone through, but she couldn't be sure, until she said this. Harriet stopped by a car, her hand on the handle and turned toward Thomas. “The Right Arm? Do you know where they are?”

“Hop in.” She gestured with her head for them to get in the car as she opened the door, giving them a slight smile. Thomas remained silent for a second, glancing at the car and he kind of looked at his sister next to him before finally taking the lead and getting in the car. They couldn’t all fit in just this one car, so Grace and Teresa went with Thomas, a soldier behind the wheel and Harriet in the passenger seat, and the others were lead to a second vehicule. Grace let her gaze linger outside when she saw Sonya walk past the window. The latter glanced at her with sweetness in her eyes as she disappeared into another car with Newt, Minho, Aris and Siggy. They drove through desert for a while, but they eventually reached a large camp, with dozens of people walking around. The teenagers were looking at this new place with wide eyes. Sonya and Harriet walked them into the camp. “They’ve been planning this for over a year now. This is all for us.”

“You guys are lucky you found us when you did.” Sonya added. “We’re moving out at first light. Where’s Vince?”

“Somewhere over there, I think.” A man said, pointing in the distance. Sonya and Harriet walked in said direction.

“Who’s Vince?” Thomas asked.

“He’s the one who decides if you get to stay.” Harriet spoke, glancing at Sonya with a smirk.

“I thought the Right Arm was supposed to be an army.” Minho jumped in the conversation and when he had barely finished his sentence, the deep voice of a man rose on their right. That was probably this Vince they heard about.

“Yeah, we were. That is all that’s left of us.” He shrugged, showing around him as he walked towards them. He was a middle-aged man, with dark blond hair with a goatee and a mustache. “Lot of good people died getting us this far. Who are they?”

“They’re immunes.” Harriet replied. “Caught ‘em coming up the mountain.”

“Did you check ‘em?”

“I know this guy, Aris. I trust him” She said, pointing at her friend. Vince was very suspicious of the group of newcomers, staring them all down with his hooded eyes.

“Well, I don’t. Check ‘em.”

“Hey, boss…” Another guy approached them and Grace looked over her shoulder, wondering what he was doing. She didn’t have time to think she unexpectedly caught Brenda in her arms when the latter suddenly fell forward with a raspy gasp. Grace stumbled, almost losing her balance as she crouched down, frowning in worry and confusion. Jorge rushed towards her and Grace gently dropped her on the ground, stepping aside, helped up by Thomas. None of them knew what to do while Jorge tried calling out to Brenda, holding her in his arms. She had a sick complexion, and her lips were almost black. Grace wondered how none of them had noticed that before because it couldn't have happened all of a sudden. Vince crouched next to Jorge, a hand on his shoulder.

“What’s going on with her?”

“I don’t know. Brenda, are you all right? Brenda?” While Jorge was focused on her, Grace watched Vince as he stared at the bandage on her leg. She watched him pull it down and reveal a nasty crank bite. The veins on her calf were prominent and dark, like Winston when he had been infected. Now that she thought of him, it seemed so obvious that she had been infected. She looked exactly like he did at his worst. Upon seeing the bite, Vince jumped on his feet, swearing under his breath and he pulled out his gun, alerting everyone around that there was a crank in the camp. Thomas almost ran to Vince, shouting along with Jorge to stop Vince from shooting her.

“Listen, okay?” Thomas talked to him, ignoring his order to step back. Two men grabbed Jorge by the arms and dragged him away from Brenda. “Listen, listen. This just happened, okay? She’s not dangerous yet.”

“You shouldn’t have brought her here!”

“I know. I—” He pursed his lips, kind of looking down for a second.

“We let Cranks in here now, the safe haven doesn’t last a week! Step back!”

I understand, okay? I understand.” He tried to speak to Vince as calmly as possible. “All right, just- just liten. Please. Please, okay? I told her that you could help. Okay?” Vince didn’t lower his gun so Thomas kept talking, trying to convince him to let her go. “There’s got to be something you can do.”

“Yeah, there is.” He said, breathing loudly. A silence hung over them until he loaded his weapon. “I can put her out her misery.”

“No!” Jorge yelled, struggling against the two men holding him. Grace stared at the scene anxiously. Before he pulled the trigger, a woman jogged up to them, raising her voice at him.

“Vince, that’s enough! Let him go. Let him go!” Jorge was finally freed by the two Right Arm members. Grace kind of frowned, slowly stepping closer to Thomas as they both stared at the woman. She had no idea who the latter was.

“She’s infected, Doc. There’s nothing we can do for her.”

“No, but they can.” She was staring back at the two siblings with a smile on her face, like she knew them. Grace stood just a little behind her brother and she looked at him in confusion, as if he would have an answer, but he seemed as lost as her, squinting his eyes as he gaped at her. When their names crossed her lips, Grace slowly turned her head towards her, dumbfounded. “Hello, Thomas, Grace.”

“You know us?” Thomas asked.

“Interesting.” Her smile faded and she nodded, looking down at Brenda as she spoke. Vince stared at the two. They weren’t the only ones confused right now. “It makes sense they’d put you in the maze. Though I must admit…” The doctor went to kneel beside Brenda, holding her wrist. “I was worried they’d kill you after what you did.”

“Wh- What we did?”

She stayed silent for a brief moment, her hand on Brenda’s forehead before looking back at them. “The first time we spoke, you said you couldn’t take it anymore… watching your friends die, one by one. The last time we spoke, you gave me the coordinates of every WICKED compound, trial and lab.”

“They were our source.” Vince said, just realizing something that none of the two siblings even remembered. Thomas and Grace stared at the woman in silence, as if they were holding their breaths, processing what she said. Grace had no idea what he did remember from their time working for WICKED and even though she did vaguely remember something happened, she thought it only involved Thomas and that on her part, for some obscure reason, she had tried to shoot herself in one of the bathrooms of the facility, before Thomas bursted in. She wasn’t even sure if this was something that really happened or if it was actually just some sort of fever dream.

“We couldn’t have pulled all this off without them.” She added softly. Thomas and Grace looked around, shocked and puzzled, and couldn’t hold Vince’s gaze or anyone else’s. They had never felt so lost. The doctor ordered that Brenda be taken into the tent, probably the one that was to be used as the infirmary and bring the teenagers some warm clothes. They might be in a desert, but it wasn't as hot as when they were crossing the dunes a few days ago. Thomas and Grace looked ahead of them, where Teresa was standing and she had a stern face, as if something tragic had happened. She looked away. Grace frowned, wondering if she was upset because the doc just said how they had betrayed WICKED before being sent into the maze. It was just like when she tried telling them they should go back to the facility they had just escaped from. Grace stared at Teresa, feeling something was off with her. “Thomas, Grace, come on. I need to get some blood from you.”

She led them to the tent while some other guys carried Brenda to a bed. Her chest was heaving rapidly as she only took short breaths. The woman put thin tubes in the crook of their elbows, just like they did at the WICKED facility. Grace wondered why their blood seemed so much more valuable than anyone else’s. She also thought that now, she would have bruises on both her arms. Thomas didn’t have any bruises anymore unlike his sister, which led her to believe they didn’t take as much blood from him as they did from her. She couldn’t help but wonder why. It was strange. About a dozen of vials of blood had been taken from her alone and this was still something that troubled her. They were sat by Brenda’s bed, Jorge on the other side, his hand on the girl’s forehead.

“In the beginning, we were lost.” The doctor was walking around the tent, grabbing a few things here and there while blood was being drawn from the two teenagers. “All we knew for sure… was that the younger you were, the stronger your chances.”

“You worked for WICKED?” Thomas enquired quietly. She stopped what she was doing for a second and nodded.

“Long time ago.” Thomas and Grace glanced at Jorge, who also had worked for WICKED a long time ago. They turned their heads back to her when she continued to talk, busying herselfs with various vials and liquids, including their blood. “You know, at first, we had the best intentions. Find a cure, save the world. It was clear you kids were the key, because you were immune. But why? Eventually, we found an answer. An enzyme produced by the brains of the immune. Once separated from the bloodstream… It can serve as a powerful agent to slow the spread of the virus.”

“So, you found a cure?” Thomas and Grace glanced at each other. She remained silent, letting her brother speak because she had no idea what to say and wasn’t sure if it would be relevant to talk about how much blood WICKED took from her, without telling her why.

“Not exactly.” She shook her head, dashing their thin hopes with these two words. “The enzyme can’t be manufactured, only harvested from the immune. The young.” Grace stared into space, listening. “Of course, that didn’t stop WICKED. If they had their way… they’d sacrifice an entire generation. All for this. A gift of biology. Of evolution. But not meant for all of us.” She sat next to Jorge and carefully pricked Brenda with the syringe. As the liquid ran through her veins, she let out a long sigh and her breathing calmed down. Just a few seconds after the injection, she already seemed more peaceful. Thomas and Grace watched her face relax.

“How long will that give her?” He asked.

“It’s different for everyone. A few months maybe. But that’s the catch, isn’t it? She’ll always need more.” She stood up, leading Jorge outside to let them all rest. Jorge parted his lips to say something but the doctor spoke, assuring him Brenda would be fine and he reluctantly left the tent. The doctor put her gloves in a bin. “Thomas? You know she can’t come with us, right?” And on these words, as she didn’t receive any answer from him, she left. She was a really nice person. Grace looked down at the little dressing on her left arm and the fading bruises on her right. Now that they were alone, she wanted to express her thoughts.

“Thomas…” At the mention of her name, he turned his head towards her. “what if some of us were like, more immune? That this enzyme produced by our brains was more… I don’t know, effective in some? And therefore, more interesting for WICKED… it would explain why they wanted so much blood from me. From us.” Despair quickly tainted her voice. “If what's in our blood has so much worth to them, they wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice us. We saw what they did to the others.”

“They won’t get to us, okay? We’re safe here, with the Right Arm... I won’t let them take any of us. I won’t let them take you.” She looked up at him and he drew her into a tight hug. They eventually broke their embrace after holding each other for a minute and stood up, putting on their jackets before heading out. Grace took a step towards the entrance of the tent, and turned around when she didn’t hear her brother follow her. She watched him grab something next to Brenda, on the bed and approached. First thinking it might be some old lighter, it actually had a picture inside of it. Brenda’s voice caught their attention. They hadn’t realized she had woken up.

“He was my brother.”

“Hey. Sorry.” He gave it back to her, sitting down. Grace followed his lead and sat beside him. “Are you okay? How are you feeling?”

“You remind me of him.” She said to Thomas, staring at the little object. “He always saw the best in people.”

“Where is he now?” Grace asked quietly. Brenda turned on her side, resting her head on her arm and she shook her head.

“I don’t know. When we were kids… we were taken in by one of WICKED’s camps. They gave us a bunch of tests. They didn’t want me. They wanted him, though. They didn’t even let me say goodbye.” As she spoke, Grace was reminded of that faint memory of their mother cuddling them before they were taken away by WICKED. They barely had time to say goodbye to her and didn’t even remember her name.

“What was his name?” Thomas asked.

“George.” She replied with a smile. He pulled out the little figurine made by Chuck and showed it to Brenda.

“That was Chuck.”

“How did he die?” She asked softly after observing the statuette. There was a brief silence.

“Saving my life.” Grace looked down at her feet, fidgeting with her fingers. She lifted her head up when she felt him put a hand on her shoulder as he stood up. She got up in turn while he told Brenda to get some rest. Staring at the dry desert floor, Grace exited the tent after Thomas. She needed to get some fresh air. Jorge was standing right outside the tent. She looked up after almost bumping into her brother when he stopped in his tracks. Both Thomas and Grace rose their eyebrows in surprise when Jorge wrapped his arms around Thomas and then Grace, calling them “brother” and “sister” in Spanish. This wasn’t something they expected from Jorge, but he was very grateful for their help to save Brenda.

“If anything were to happen to her, I--”

“I know, I know.” Thomas patted him on the shoulder. He nodded toward the inside of the tent with his head, encouraging him to go see her now that she was awake.

“I guess I owe you, now.” He told them before entering the tent, sketching a friendly smile. The two siblings glanced at each other and stepped away. As they walked through the camp to go find their friends, Harriet and Sonya were chatting and laughing with their old pal, Aris. They found Minho, Newt and Siggy on top of a small cliff. They sat near them. Teresa was nowhere to be seen.

“I wish Alby could’ve seen all this.” Thomas declared. They all nodded at his statement.

“And Winston.” Siggy added.

“And Chuck.” He looked at the figurine in his hands.

“He’d be proud of you, you know, Tommy.” Newt told him. Siggy shouted at Aris, calling out to him and he waved at them.

“Hey Guys!” Grace looked at Sonya and knew she was looking back at her when she reacted to her waving. Harriet seemingly saw the interaction and turned her head to her friend, nudging her lightly. Grace then looked around and could see that the four boys, at least Minho, Newt and Thomas seemed to have noticed, and were looking at her with an amused smile as she was clearly trying to hide her infatuation for Sonya. They could tell the two girls liked each other already but none of them said anything about it.

“I kinda like that kid.” Siggy said, smiling but he got confused when he saw the amusement on their faces. “Why are y’all laughing?”

“Nothing.” Newt shrugged it off with a smirk and Minho changed the subject of conversation.

“Yeah. I still don’t trust him, though.” The five of them chuckled.

“Hey, where’s Teresa?” Thomas then enquired. It got Grace looking around, seeing she was still no where near them. She would usually stick with them, especially in such foreign environment where she didn't know anyone but she was somewhere on her own. Newt quickly gave them an answer, showing the cliff behind them.

“She went up there.” In the distance, they saw Teresa's silhouette standing out against the sky, the bottom of her coat floating in the breeze. Grace frowned, wondering what was up with her and it reminded her of the moment the doctor recognized them and said outloud how they apparently betrayed WICKED. Back there, Teresa seemed somewhat disappointed and upset but held it together. Thomas stood up and went to join Teresa up on the cliff.

Daylight fading as night drew near, Grace stared into space, overwhelming herself with doubts and questions about Teresa strange behavior. She had never been as close to her as Thomas was so she couldn’t be sure what was going through her head at the moment. Grace sighed silently and gathering her hair over her shoulder with her hand, she lay down looking at the sky, placing her arm under her head. She ended up closing her eyes, letting her mind wander in her memory, reviewing more or less clear memories. She could hear the engines of WICKED aircrafts in the distance, as if they were really there but when she opened her eyes, the noises didn't go away and she stood up, glancing at the boys nearby and they all looked around, soon seeing the lights of said WICKED aircrafts and she widened her eyes. WICKED found them, after all their efforts to escape from the organization, they had been found. She couldn't believe it but... of course, Teresa was behind this. It made no doubt. She wanted them all to go back to WICKED and clearly said it to Thomas and Grace back in the desert, they should have known she would do something like this. The moments that were to follow were perhaps going to be a screaming bloodbath because of her delusion.

They barely had time to stand up. A helicopter launched a missile at the camp. They were thrown backwards by the force of the explosion below and Grace groaned as she fell on a rock. More bombs were dropped on them. Newt was the closest to her and he helped her up. Grace asked where her brother was since he was yet to return but the situation was escalating quickly and none of them knew where he was nor had the time to find out so they ran with Minho and Siggy, not knowing where to go as the camp was surrounded by WICKED soldiers. They were shooting on sight, immobilizing anyone who fled with the electric projectiles fired by their large guns. The four teenagers crouched behind metal barrels, jumping when another explosion sounded. Not far, they saw Vince and Harriet near a truck. He shouted for her to bring more ammunition as he fired relentlessly at the soldiers.

“Vince! Harriet!” Minho called out to them, and they rushed to the two Right Arm members. He talked to them, yelling to be heard. “How can we help?”

“You need to cover us!” Harriet stated.

“Hey! Do you know how to use this thing?” Vince handed his rifle to Minho as the latter nodded while he hurriedly loaded the submachine gun in the back of the pickup. Siggy and Grace helped Harriet, quickly grabbing a couple of smaller guns and Newt was given a sniper. Grace wasn’t exactly the most comfortable holding a gun but she tried to stay calm, only firing when she was sure she wouldn’t hit an ally. A bullet flew out of her weapon and a soldier lost his balance and fell down with a groan. She widened her eyes, staring at the body, taking quick breaths. It wasn’t the first time she saw someone die, but it was the first time she killed. She quickly pulled herself together and continued to cover Vince. Newt, Minho, Harriet and Siggy by her sides, shooting with more ease than her but she was getting the hang of it.

“Vince, hurry up! There’s too many of them.” Newt exclaimed in an alarming tone. Not long after Siggy told them he was out of ammunition, Grace heard her own gun click and she realized she didn't have any bullets left either. Next thing she knew, she heard a clicking sound in the truck and Vince swearing. She had no time to process what was happening and fell to her knees. For a few seconds an intense pain shot through her body which suddenly stiffened and she crashed on the ground, unable to think, speak or move at all, just staring into space, feeling like she was paralyzed and couldn’t take deep breaths. Her lips quivered a bit as she tried to say her brother’s name, but no sound came out of her mouth. She felt someone grabbing her by the armpits and lifting her up but she was like a dead weight, her limbs hanging heavily and could do nothing but blankly watch as the soldiers tied her and her friends up. She kept trying to say her brother’s name, as if it was going to make him appear nearby to save them, but the sound she made was more like a gasp like when you're out of breath after running. By the time she could feel her limbs again, she was completely restrained, on her knees, lined up with the other members of the Right Arm but her and her friends were in the first row of the group of captives. It was the worst possible scenario. All their efforts to escape from WICKED had been ruined because of Teresa.

“How many did we get?” Grace lifted her head up upon hearing Janson’s voice. Strands of hair in her face, she stared at him.

“All of them. Give or take.” A soldier told him.

“Give or take what?”

“Well, they lost a few.” While they spoke, another soldier was passing behind the teenagers, scanning the tracking tags put by WICKED on the back of their neck. Grace frowned as the guard pushed her hair out of the way.

“B-2.” He stated before moving on to the next. Grace wouldn’t take her eyes off of Janson, an angry glower on her face. He looked around.

“Where’s Thomas? Where’s your brother?” He enquired, leaning down to grab her face, almost spitting his question through his gritted teeth. He held her face so hard it was as if he was trying to break her jaw.

“Right here.” When his voice rose in the background, Janson suddenly let go of her, immidietaly turning around to look where the voice was coming from. And there he was. Grace was relieved to see him but at the same time, her concern for him grew. She mumbled his name inaudibly. Soldiers surrounded him and one pushed him bluntly in Janson's direction. He had a smirk on his face.

“Thomas.” He punched him hard in the stomach and ordered a guard to line him up with the others. At the moment of the blow, Grace protested, trying to get up but was pushed back down by a guard. She watched her brother as he was forced to his knees right next to her. He straightened up and exchanged a look of mixed concern and relief with her. She would have taken him in her arms if they weren’t tied up. Janson approached a man nearby. “Okay. Bring her in.”

“Why didn’t you run?” Minho asked Thomas quietly. The latter sighed, shaking his head.

“I’m tired of running.” It was definitely not the only reason, and she was aware of it because she knew him. He came back for his friends and sister. He couldn’t leave them behind and that warmed her heart in this tragic turn of events. A large aircraft flew out of the clouds and over their heads, blinding them with its headlights kicking up dust and sand as it landed, making them squint their eyes. Four guards walked out, the Dr. Paige right behind them.

“Is this all of them?” She walked up to Janson.

“Most of them. It’ll be enough.” He assured.

“Start loading them in.”

“Yes, ma’am. Okay, you heard. Let’s go! Get ‘em on!” On his command, soldiers started picking up people and leading them to the engine, straight up dragging the most reluctant ones. The woman stepped toward the teenagers and waved at a soldier to bring Thomas and Grace. They were forced up and pushed towards her.

“Hello, Thomas. Hello, Grace.” She greeted them with an oddly sweet voice and they just stared at her, dumbfounded to see her alive after they literally saw a recording of her shoot her brains out. Even though, after all the shit WICKED pulled on them, another lie wasn’t so surprising. Accompanied by a soldier, Teresa appeared in their sight. Paige glanced at her. “I’m glad your safe.”

“What the hell?” Minho exclaimed.

“Wait, what’s going on?” Newt was understandably confused.

“She’s with them.” Thomas stated bitterly. Everyone either looked at Thomas, shocked by the news, or stared directly at Teresa. Janson approached.

“Teresa’s always had an evolved appreciation of the greater good. Once we restored her memories, it was only a matter of time.”

“I’m sorry.” She said, looking at her peers. “I had no choice. This is the only way. We have to find a cure.”

“She’s right. This is all a mean to an end.” Paige added. “You used to understand that, Thomas. You too, Grace. No matter what you think of me… I am not a monster. I’m a doctor. I swore an oath to find a cure! No matter the cost.” They all remained silent at her explanation. Teresa sided with WICKED when they didn’t care about any of them. They were just necessary sacrifice for their own survival. “I just need more time.”

“More blood.” The voice of the woman that told Thomas and Grace about their betrayal of WICKED rose behind them.

“Hello, Mary. I hoped we’d meet again. I’m sorry it had to be under these circumstances.”

“I’m sorry about a lot of things too. But not this. At least my conscience is clear.”

“So is mine.” Paige replied quietly. Thomas and Grace jumped at the sharp sound of a bullet being shot. He grabbed his sister by the arm instinctively. Blood soaked Mary’s shirt as she slowly looked down at her stomach and collapsed. Vince shouted her name, struggling against the soldiers and he rushed towards her. Grace followed Thomas’ gaze and saw Janson, holding a gun in the direction of the doctor. Thomas tightened his grip over Grace’s arm, keeping her as close to him as possible and stared at Teresa in shock.

“Come on, Janson. Load them up.” Paige turned around, walking back to the aircraft. Teresa only seemed to realize the gravity of the situation now. “All these people. Get rid of them. Let’s go. Let’s go!”

Moving his hand from holding his arm to resting on her shoulder, she saw him discreetly slip his free hand inside his jacket while a soldier started pushing the two siblings towards the aircraft. He pulled out whatever he was reaching for, and Grace stepped away when he turned around and violently struck the soldier with his elbow, knocking him down. What he held in his hands was actually Jorge’s small bomb and detonator and he erratically shouted to everyone to stand back, catching Janson and Paige’s attention. The soldiers held their guns at Thomas and Janson ran towards them, raising his hands.

“Hold your fire!” For a moment, they yelled back and forth, their voices overlapping, making it hard to understand what they were saying.

“Stand back. Let ‘em go.” Thomas requested, pointing at the aircraft with his hand holding the detonator.

“Thomas, put it down.”

“Let ‘em all go!” He shouted again.

“You know I can’t do that.” Paige joined in, raising her voice.

“Thomas, please stop.” Teresa begged. “I made a deal with them. They promised we’d be safe. All of us.”

“And I’m supposed to trust you now?” His voice quivered slightly. Grace could hear the hurt, even though he wasn’t speaking loudly.

“It’s true. It was her only condition.” Paige assured.

“Shut up!”

“Everything can go back to the way it was. Thomas… do you really want all of them to die?”

“Listen to her, Thomas. Think about what you’re doing.” Janson said, getting annoyed at the teenager’s relentlessness. Grace glanced at Minho, Newt and Siggy and they slowly walked over to Thomas, standing around him.

“We’re with you, Thomas.” Newt declared. Paige and Teresa shook their head, telling him not to do it. But it didn’t matter to them, his friends would stick with him until the end.

“Do it, Thomas.” Minho encouraged. Thomas looked at Dr. Paige.

“We’re not going back there.” He held up the bomb in front of him, his thumb hovering over the button on top. “It’s the only way.”

They all closed their eyes as he was about to detonate the bomb. Paige yelled his name when suddenly, the loud horn of a vehicle sounded nearby. They turned their heads towards the car speeding through the camp, not knowing what was going on. Soldiers tried firing at the vehicle, but it was useless. Whoever was driving drove into a helicopter. The engine fell to the side, its blades spinning rapidly and hitting the ground, suddenly coming loose and breaking into sharp pieces that flew all over the place. Thomas threw himself to the ground to avoid getting hit. Everyone started running in all directions, screaming, shouting at each other. It turned into complete chaos in seconds.

“You good?” He asked his friends and sister, standing nearby.

“Freeze! Drop it, kid!” A soldier ordered Thomas to let go off the bomb but he glanced down at it, detonating it and throwing it at him and his colleagues. He turned around to the others, yelling at them to run and get down. They managed to get away a bit and shielded their faces with their arms when a blinding explotion blew the area up. Grace crawled to the side and stood up, looking around in panick. There were thick clouds of dust that had been kicked up and she didn't know where her brother or even her friends had gone. She heard shots being fired and gruntings but before she could determine where the sounds came from, she saw Vince jump in the back of the pick-up and shoot into the crowd of soldiers with the submachine gun. She ran into her brother, and they found the others, trying to flee from the soldiers who were getting dangerously close to them.

Minho picked up a gun on the ground, yelling at them to go, firing at the soldiers. As Grace was just running past him, Minho ran out of ammunition and got shot at by one of their electric guns. She stepped away, glancing over her shoulder, hearing her brother calling out to his friend. She turned around, about to keep running to join Thomas, Newt and Siggy when suddenly, she felt this sharp pain in her back, her body stiffening up before it was shaken with tremors. Thomas screamed at the top of his lungs, crying out her name but it was too late for them to save Minho and Grace. She tried to crawl away, but her limbs were rigid and it was such strenuous effort for nothing, she sighed and watched her brother try to run to them, yelling their names as they were picked up and dragged away by soldiers. Grace felt a tear roll down her cheek as she tried to call out for her brother but just like the first time they were stunned, no sound would come out of her mouth. She was paralyzed and every effort to move even just her arm or hand was so straining that she found herself staring blankly at her brother and friends in the distance, feeling the heels of her shoes dig lines into the sand as they passed. Thomas was trying to run in their direction, calling out for them, his voice breaking as he screamed his sister's name for the umpteenth time. Jorge grabbed him to stop him from running into the wolf's mouth in a desperate attempt to save them. He pulled him away as they ran but he struggled against him. She knew he must have felt guilty to have to watch two people he cared about being taken away, especially after telling Grace he wouldn't let WICKED take them away, and now this happened.

To Minho, and his sister, nonetheless.

[To be continued…]

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Published (16/01/2023) by Andrea

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sodainabottle · 5 years ago

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If Your Heart’s Still Open - Chapter 10

I know it’s been a while but I haven’t forgotten about this fic! You can read the new chapter here. Or read the fic from the beginning here.

Fandom: The Maze Runner Pairing: Thomas/Newt

Fic Summary: “Newt?” Thomas breathes. Why is he here? There’s a long pause where neither of them say a thing. Finally, Newt tilts his head and asks, “Are you alright?” “I—uh… I’m seriously going to be late. Gotta go,” says Thomas because 1) he is actually running late, 2) he’ll always be an awkward idiot around Newt, and 3) he never wants to see this guy again. After five years of thinking that Newt is no longer a part of his life, Thomas bumps into him outside his college. He wants to hope that he’ll never see him again, but then again, he’s never been able to stay away from Newt for very long.

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fanficstookover · 7 years ago

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A Year Before the Rest- Newt

Last weekend I went to a Maze Runner marathon in my local cinema and honestly, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but it was a bit too much. I couldn’t handle it. I am officially dead. This is my writing from the beyond. So I have watched all the movies finally, have read the first book (the other ones are already ordered and in the mail) and I have some serious Newt feels. Like, it’s not natural anymore. So, I decided to give it a go.

As the title says, it all takes place around a year before Thomas arrives and shuckes everything up..

word count: 5367

warning: Don’t think so. Not really. Just fluff

Summary: You wake up in the Box. The rest is self explanatory: you freak out and almost kill somebody with a shovel. There’s also this guy with a slightly stupid name that catches your eye.

Darkness and noise. That is what you woke up to. Your head ached and there was a gnarly feeling in your stomach. You looked around, but it was still completely dark. There was nothing around you. But the noise that was being made, told you otherwise. Something was happening, But what? You tried to think, but nothing came up. You couldn’t remember what was going on, what this place was or how you had gotten there in the first place. It was like everything was wiped out of your memory. Well, not exactly. You could remember the sound and smell of animals, events and places and the taste of food, only not the people or the times in which you visited them. Everything personal wasn’t there. Your whole existence was a completely blank, except for one thing: (Y/N). Your name.

Suddenly the noise changed. It got louder and the ground you sat on began to shake. You were moving..up. The sound of some type of chains being pulled at could be heard. Again, you could recognise the sound of chains and you could remember what chains are, but there was no single memory in your brain about ever doing anything with them. Like, you knew only the basics to life and were just about to start it.. Like a robot. Were you a robot? Was that even possible?

The chains kept on rattling, a cold wind blew in your face from who-knows-where. You could feel that you were moving up. The destination unknown. How could you know the destination if you didn’t even know where you came from?

Then it stopped. Everything at once. The sound and the wind. Now you sat there in complete silence. Not knowing what to do, you decided to try and remember something else about yourself. A name was a good start, but it couldn’t be the only thing that your brain managed to restore.

How do I look? The question scared you. You didn’t even remember how you looked like. Some things you could feel, like your hair, which was long and a bit of a mess at this moment. Or the shape of your nose and ears. But skin colour, length, you had no clue.

You wanted to scream out the frustration that was stuck in you, but the sudden movements above you caused another kind of scream to come out. Suddenly something opened up and the light that emerged almost blinded you. The sun shined bright and the nice warmth was also not unwelcome. You squinted so you could see better. Dark figures were visible to you, hanging from the edge and looking at you.

“It’s a shucking girl!” one of them shouted. It made you jump up a bit. Finally getting a bit used to the light in your face, you tried to get a better look at the people hanging above you. So far you could see, they were all boys. You couldn’t tell by just this look, but probably in their teens. All of their eyes were on you. You could feel your cheeks heat up.

“Why’d they send a girl up?” another one asked. Voices started to talk through each other and you could no longer keep up with it. Your head started to hurt more and more. Were they just going to stare at you for the rest of your life? Were you some kind of sacrifice for them that will end up on the dinner table, or worse… A slight rush panic hit you. You couldn’t breath anymore. Some of them must have noticed, because soon enough the loud conversations died down and somebody even jumped into the box you were trapped in.

Tears were already blurring your vision, but you could see that the person in front of you was skinny, but well built. A mop of blonde hair on his head. He made a small step towards you, but you pushed yourself back, away from the stranger.

“Stay away from me!” you demanded. It scared you. Not only the whole situation. Also the fact that that was the first time you heard your own voice. The boy smiled weakly at you.

“Hey, it’s ok. I won’t hurt you.” he said kindly and carefully. He had some kind of accent that you didn’t recognise. Maybe everybody here had it. You could have been brought here to a whole different country.

“Who are you?” You spoke and ignored his previous words. The boy made another step, and you pushed away again.

“It’s going to be ok. You’re save.”

“That’s good to know, but it’s not what I asked!” you shouted, catching him off guard. The other boys that were looking at the small show also looked surprised at your response. “Unless your name actually is ‘It’s going to be ok’ I want an answer!” you yelled out. The last few words a bit shaky. You were definitely scared, but the blond boy didn’t mind. He didn’t try to approach you anymore and kept his distance.

“Ok, Ok. My name is Newt.”

“What kind of stupid name is that?” you scoffed. Some laughters could be heard, but they stopped as soon as “Newt” looked up at them. He clearly had some power over the rest. “Why don’t you, slintheads, go and piss off.” That had done the trick and soon you were alone with the stranger.

“I guess it’s Newton, but you can just call me Newt.” He smiled and gave you his hand to shake it. You looked at him a bit unsure, but finally shook it. He laughed: “I think this is the part where you tell me your name.”

“(Y/N).” but then you felt someone’s eyes on you, and they weren’t Newt’s. You looked up to be met with a head of dark hair. “Who is that and why is he still here?” you pointed up. Newt followed your finger.

“Don’t worry. That’s Minho, he’s cool. He’s only here because somebody had to help us get out of here.” Minho smiled at you and gave you a small wave. You waved back, feeling slightly awkward for some reason.

“So, you want to join me out there? Or would you prefer to stay in the Box.”

“I don’t think I have much choice, do I?”

“No, not really.” he smiled. He had a really nice smile, you noticed. Newt gave a sign to Minho and he let down a rope with something attached to the bottom of it which helped you get out.

“Do you trust me, (Y/N)?”

“Not really, but then again, what choice do I have?”

“That’s the spirit. Come here, I promise you’ll be fine.” you stood up with a sigh and gave him your hand. He held you tight and then suddenly you were moving up. It was only a very short moment until you could free yourself from the grip of the young man and get out by yourself. Minho wanted to help you get on your feet, but you sternly declined. You could see from the corner of your eye how the two boys shared a look. It gave you an opportunity to look around too. It seemed like you were standing in a field. A field surrounded by gigantic walls. The walls were split in half at each side, like some kind of entrances.

There wasn’t only a field and some weird concrete walls. In one of the corners, there stood a small forest of some kind, which looked rather dark. Even in the middle of the day. There were also a few buildings. The biggest, looked like a barn or something, the other one like a house that the occupants couldn’t decide on how much was actually too much in an renovation, and another small building that was much simpler in construction. In the opposite corner of the forest there was a farm where animals walked around. Cows and sheep stood there and to chew on grass. Boys of all ages, but averagely between their early and late teens, walked around the place, talking, working and doing other things.

“Welcome to the Glade,” Newt announced.

“It’s uhm… nice.” you gave him a small smile. “I do have questions though.”

“Not the place, nor the time for that.” he simply said and then told you to follow. As you still had little choice in doing so, you followed the blond boy towards the big renovation problem house.

“This is the Homestead.” Newt pointed towards it. “It’s kinda the homebase of this whole thing. Who wants to, can sleep in there, but the weather is good at night, so you can sleep outside too if that’s what you want.” He talked some more about the building, but you weren’t exactly listening. There was so much going on around you, it was hard to take in. Everybody was also staring at you, what was rather uncomfortable. Because of that you tried not to make any eye contact with any of the boys you passed.

“Am I the only girl here?”

“Not if you count the ones in the dungeon?” Newt said casually as he kept on walking. You stopped and so did your heart. Was he serious?

“Come again?” you asked, ready to run away at any point. He could be leading you right there. But even if you ran away, you wouldn't be able to escape. All the eyes were on you. Someone else could easily get you on your way… and besides, there was no way to run to. The Glade was big, but not that big. You had no idea what was behind the walls and weren’t really interested in finding out soon.

“Calm down, I was only joking,” Newt smiled, but you didn’t. He realised that the joke was a mistake and tried walking up to you, but you backed away again. “I’m sorry. I promise, there is no dungeon.”

“So where are the other girls?”

“You are the only one. They haven’t brought any other girls yet.”

“Who are they?” you took another step back. Quickly looking at your nearby surroundings you spotted a shovel that was leaning against the wall of the Homestead. You grabbed it and pointed it at Newt, who now took his turn to back away. The swing that you had made previously was also really close to hitting him square in the face.“Hey hey hey, (Y/N) please, calm down.” he put his hands up in surrender. “We don’t know who they are either. We call them the Creators, because we assume that they created the place. They bring us and some other supplies here, and that is all we know. There is nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about? I just came up here in a freaking box, with no memory whatsoever. Now I’m stuck here in some weird concrete prison farm with dozens of boys! Not to mention you were just talking about a sex dungeon! I don’t think so..Get away from me!” Another boy tried to come up to you and grab the shovel. You swung with it and almost hit him straight in the face.

‘Joking, I was only joking. And nobody said anything about a sex dungeon.”

“So for what other purpose would you have girls locked up in a dungeon, huh?”

“Good point,” Newt agreed, laughing at your cleverness, “But there is no dungeon. You are safe! I promise.” The look in his eyes made you believe it. It made his words sound genuine. You lowered the shovel. Newt let a deep breath of relief out. You apologised to the kid you almost hit in the face.

“It’s ok.” he said and walked away, still a bit wanky. You were actually surprised at how easy that was. You would definitely be a bit more angry if somebody almost decapitated you with a garden tool. Not even a completely sharp one at that.

“Are you ready for the rest of the tour?” Newt asked.

“Yeah,” you walked up to him, shovel still in hand, “but I’m keeping this.”

“Of course.”

“Do you mind repeating what you said about the Homestead, I was a bit distracted the first time.” You gave him a small smile. Newt looked at you a bit unsure, but gave in after a while. He started to talk about the building and then went on about the rest of the Glade. So many question popped into your head, but every time you wanted to ask one, Newt just said: “Not now.” So you didn’t.

“That’s about it. Now you can ask your questions.” Newt turned around to face you. He hadn’t looked at you since the shovel incident and had just kept on walking around the “Glade” as they had called this place.

“Can I ask all of them?”

“Yes.” He assured you with a smile. “I have the whole day.”

“Good, because this will take a while.” you sat down on the grass. Newt was surprised, but sat down next to you. “First of all, what is out there?” you pointed at the opening in the walls.

“I’m not sure if I’m the right person to tell you this.” he said nervously.

“Try me, Newtie.”

“Don’t call me that.” he glared at you. For some reason you didn’t feel intimidated. You just laughed. “I just did it. There’s nothing you can do about it, Newtie. Now tell me: What is behind those walls!?”

“Fine,” he groaned, “it’s a maze. Yes a maze, as in labyrinth. As in, we have no clue how to get out.”

“How come you have no clue how to get out? If it’s a maze, then there must be a way out.”

“It’s more complicated. You see, those walls move.” he pointed at the holes in the walls. You looked at him, then at the walls, and back at him with wide eyes. “That is not possible!”

“Well, it is. In a few minutes, those things will close and the rest of it will change. Just like every day, like clockwork.” he looked at the walls for a moment in silence. “That is why we have the first rule: If you’re not a Runner, you must never go into the maze! Understood?”

“Clear as daylight.” you said. “Then my second question will be.. How long have you all been here?”

“Well, the first few times people got send up here was in groups. I was in the second group. Now, every month only one person emerges from down there. It’s been almost a year, I think.”

“So, in a year, you haven’t figured out how to get out of here?”

“Unfortunately, no.” Newt sighed. It was clear to you that this was a bit of a touchy subject to him, so you decided to change it.

“Alright, so...how about you introduce me to the others. I’ve had a bit enough of you today.” you laughed and Newt let out a sheepish laugh too. You got up and he walked you to what seemed like a big garden. Plants and all types of fruit and vegetables were growing all over the place.

“Here are the Track-Hoes.” Newt announced.

“Excuse me.” you couldn’t keep in the laughter. Newt apparently agreed with you as he joined your lough. It felt nice how casual everything was between you and him. You were just smiling and laughing the whole time around him. It felt like you knew him longer than only 2 hours.

“Yeah, I don’t like the name either. Trying to change it ever since I became one.”

“So, you’re a Hoe?”

“Oh shut it.”

“You got it, Newtie.” you stuck out your tongue and walked around to find some people. Finally, the first person you saw was a boy that was quite big and tall. His hair was black and his long fact and droopy eyes made it look like he was bored out of his mind.

“Hi!” you said as cheery as possible. The boy looked up from what he was doing and smiled weakly. Almost immediately going back to work.

“C’mon Zart, don’t be so sour to the Greenie.” Newt said happily to him. Zart, as you just heard, didn’t seem to be very amused. He continued to work without saying a word. You looked at Newt a bit unsure. He took your hand and pulled you away from the gardens.

“Oh nevermind him,” he said, “never been the social one. I think the Slicers are on a break right now.”

“Let’s go then. Bye Zart!” you waved enthusiastically at the boy. You could see a small laugh leave his lips, but it could have been a trick of the sun. You finally let Newt pull you away towards what he called the “Slicers”. With all the new information you had just received, you couldn’t exactly imagine what the Slicers could do. So you were disappointed to see that they were technically, just butchers.

Newt introduced you to the “Keeper” of the Slicers. A boy whose face was covered in acne walked up to you. He looked much happier than Zart. However, your smile faded.

“Glad we can finally have a proper introduction. My name is Winston.”

“(Y/N),” you shook his hand. “I’m sorry again, for you know…”

“Don’t worry about it. Worse things have happened around here.” he assured you. It made you feel better about your situation, but at the same time a bit scared at the thought of what else happened in the Glade. You decided not to ask about it. Sometimes ignorance is, in fact, bliss. This was one of those times.

“Hey Winston, where’s everybody?” Newt asked as he was looking around.

“After (Y/N) arrived, they all ran to the showers to clean up. Didn’t want you to see them covered in blood and other klunk. There is only one shank left.” he pointed towards a boy on the other side of the barn. He was busy cutting up a piece of meat. His shirt almost completely covered in blood. When he heard his name, Frankie looked up and waved at you and the boys. As he was still holding his machete it looked like a scene from a horror movie.

Have I ever seen one actually? Would I be too scared? Did I see it with anyone else? Many questions popped up in your head with no answer. How was it possible that you couldn’t remember anything at all? It was starting to make you sick.

“I think you’ve had enough of the Slicers for to today.” Newt was about to take you away from the barn, but you stopped him.

“No, I’m fine. It’s just… uhm…” you stumbled on your words, “You know what. Let’s go. You’re right. The smell is becoming a bit too much.” you walked out of the building, leaving the boys behind. You didn’t actually mind the smell. It was the thought of having no memories that bothered you.

The fresh air hit you as you walked out. As soon as you were outside, you felt eyes on you. All the boys were looking at you. It wasn’t making anything in your situation better. Probably, only much worse. You had to get out of this place. But the only way out would be the maze. You couldn’t break the most important rule on your first day. They would probably kill you.

Then your plans were interrupted. A horrible sound filled the calm silence of the Glade. You looked up to where the sound came from. At least you tried. It seemed as if the sound came from all around the place. Once you had found the source, you wanted to slap yourself for not noticing it sooner. The openings in the walls were closing. At a speed that broke all laws of physics. You looked at it with fascination as the wheels turned and the entrances shut. The silence was back.

“You took it better than the rest.” somebody walked up behind you. It made you scream. The mysterious person laughed: “I’ll take that back.”

“Well, I’m sorry if I’m not used to guys creeping up at me yet. I’ll try to work on it.” the sarcastic tone from your voice was practically spilling out of you. The boy who scared you seemed to be hiding the fact that he was impressed with your answer. He looked you up and down. Not in the way that the rest had been doing. Not in the way that made you want to push his face in the pile of manure you saw nearby the gardens. He looked at you in the way how a General would look at his new recruits. Full of judgement.

“I assume you are Alby.” the boy didn’t answer. He just kept looking at you silently. You wanted to walk away, but the boy was a bit scary looking. Tall and muscular, He was clean shaven, including on top of his head. His eyes dark like the rest of his skin.

“I’m gonna go now.” you announced after a minute. There was still no response. It was very unclear to you what you were supposed to do.

“I hope Newt told you about the rules.” he finally spoke up, just as you were about to leave.

“Uhm, yeah. Never be a slacker, just do your part. Don’t hurt another Glader, and never leave the Glade.. Unless you’re a runner.”

“Good.

“Are you finally going to tell me who you are?” you asked. The boy still didn’t look like he was planning on having a longer conversation with you. But after a second he gave in: “Yeah, I’m Alby.”

“(Y/N).” you said in the same cold tone as he did.

“Tell me (Y/N), what do you think about this place?” He came up and stood next to you. The question startled you a bit. You had to look around before giving Alby ananswer. The Glade looked peaceful at the moment. The four entrances were closed, but the fields still looked large. The sun was about to set, giving the trees this glow that couldn’t be seen at any other moment in the day. The Gladers were back at work, laughing and pretending not to look at you.

“Actually rather beautiful.”

“Stick to the rules, and it will stay like this.” with this simple, but definitely threatening statement, he left you standing on the field. You followed him with your eyes. Alby walked with big steps towards the Homestead. The door of the building was open, but when he walked in, they were immediately shut by somebody already inside. The sudden bang of wood against wood startled a couple of Gladers nearby, but they soon got back to work again. Giving their almost full attention to their jobs, following rule number 2.

You didn’t know what to do. You had no idea where Newt was, and since he was the only person you knew…

“Hey, Greenie!” You turned around. A boy was jogging towards you. The black hair on his head told you that you already knew his name, but you couldn’t remember it. “Where the shuck have you been? Newt was looking all over the place for you.” he said as he stopped a few feet away from you. He had probably hurt what happened with Winston.

“I literally been here the whole time.”

“What were you doing in the middle of the empty lands?”

“Looking at the walls. Had a little chat with Alby.” you shrugged. You wanted to walk towards the boy, but he hesitant walked backwards. You wanted to laugh at his reaction, but weren’t sure how he would react.

“You’re Minho, right?”

“Yeah,” Minho raised an eyebrow. He still looked apprehensively at you.

“Nice to meet you.” you gave him your hand to shake. Mindo ignored it and started to walk. “Yeah, whatever. Newt is looking for you.” He was already jogging away from you.

“I don’t even know where he is.” you shouted out to him. There was no answer. Minho’s attitude surprised you a little. When you were in the Box, Newt made it sound like he was his friend. You didn’t exactly know Newt, but at least you didn’t expect him to have such horrible friends. So far, the people here weren’t exactly the best. With the exception of Newt and Winston, but you had a feeling that Winston was only being nice to you, because he was scared you would hit him with a shovel again.

Locked up with dozens of boys who hate me. Absolutely fan-freaking-tastic! You shouted out mentally. Suddenly a cold breeze hit you. The smell of grass and fresh fruit went by with it. It smelled familiar, but again… you didn’t know why. Everything was wiped out. The memories you knew you had, weren’t there anymore. As if somebody robbed your brain from everything about your life.

It was horrible, you knew that. But there was no way out of it now. You had to get over it. Make new memories. There was no other option anyway.

The breeze passed. You were still standing on the same spot in the field. You must have looked a bit strange to the rest of the Gladers: just standing there, not doing anything. It didn’t bother you at all. You weren’t breaking any rules, yet.

“There you are.” You had decided to take the matter into your own hands. Clearly the boy had some trouble finding you in the middle of an open and empty field, so it was your turn to look for him. Newt smiled at you as he saw you walk up. “I was starting to get worried.”

“Yes, I am sure it must have been really hard to find me as I was in the same place the whole time.” you rolled your eyes. It didn’t seem to bother him. His smile was still there.

“I know where you were. Just thought you wanted some time to be by yourself. At least, you looked like you needed it.”

“Oh, thanks” the heat rising in your cheeks was starting to become obvious. You walked up to Newt. He was leaning against a big tree, hiding in the shadow of it. In his hands he held a small piece of wood and a carving knife.

“What you doing there?” you asked.

“Not sure, actually.” he looked at the piece of wood. There was no real defined shape in it. “Just keeping myself busy.” you sat down next to him, also leaning against the tree. Now, it was a big tree, but not that big. To still be able to lean against, you also had to get pretty close to Newt. It didn’t seem to bother him at all. He kept on carving his little handiwork.

“So, how’s your first day going?” he asked you, still busy carving. You sighed. Not from anger, exhaustion or annoyance. It was a type of sigh that let the other know you had to think. “I’m not sure.”

“I know what you mean.” he chuckled under his breath. His effortless smile made you smile.

“I’m not sure you do. Something here feels familiar. I just don’t know what. It feels like…” you stopped for a moment, “Nevermind.” It made Newt look up from the wood and knife. He raised an eyebrow at your obscure comment.

“What do you mean?”

“No, it’s nothing.”

“(Y/N),” he leaned away from the tree to turn towards you. His eyes pierced straight into yours. “I know you’ve been here for less than a day, but some people here - including me - are here for over a year. We keep telling people there is a way out, but I swear that when I tell you we have tried everything, we have tried everything. If there is a slight chance that you can remember anything, even if it is the smallest of details, you better bloody tell me.

“I uhm…” you dazed of in his eyes. Not even realising it. “It’s not exactly like that.”

‘Then what is it like?”

“I just don’t understand how I trust you already.” it was your turn to look deep into his eyes. Your answer shook him up a bit.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s been a day, and we’ve been hanging out like we have been friends for… at least longer than that. I can’t remember a lot about myself, but I do have a feeling that being social is not my best skill.”

‘I’m sure you’re not that bad.” You appreciated Newt’s attempt on changing the subject.

“And I’m sure most of the guys here think I’m some crazy shovel bitch. Except for the pathetic introduction with Winston, Zart, Minho and Alby, you’re the only I have actually talked to.”

“Well, you’re the Greenie, I technically had to talk to you today as your guide.” he shrugged.

“But you don’t have to talk to me now, yet you still are.”

“Do you want me to stop talking to you?”

“See,” I pointed the not-so-obvious out to him, “that’s the thing. I don’t want you to stop. I don’t even know why? We barely know each other.” Newt didn’t say anything for some time after that. It was clearly written on his face that he was thinking. The soft wrinkled on his forehead were contracted and released with every other movement of his eyes. As he was thinking, he carved some more of his wood. It started to gain shape, but from your angle it wasn’t exactly distinguishable.

“What if we knew each other? Just not here.” he suggested eventually. You gave him a look of confusion, as it didn’t make any sense. “What if we knew each other before we were thrown in here?”

“Do you think that’s possible?” you asked him.

“I don’t know. It would explain a lot, wouldn’t it?” he said.

“Yeah, but then again no. Nothing about this place makes any sense.”

“I would like to say that as time goes by, it’s easier to understand,” he laughed sadly, “but, to be honest, it only gets harder.” Another silence broke out between you. This was another thing that started to make you question this whole thing. How could silence around complete strangers be comfortable? Newt didn’t feel like a stranger. On the contrary, he felt as the exact opposite. It just happened to be that you didn’t know what “that opposite” exactly was.

“Here,” Newt handed you the little piece of wood. You examined it quickly: the shapes were rough. Rustic, as some would call it. It made it bit harder to find a shape in it, however after a while you got it.

“It looks like a cat.” you laughed.

“Thank you!” Newt clapped his hands together, “I couldn’t figure out what it was.”

“It’s cute.” with a sheepish smile, you wanted to give it back. Newt pushed your hand back and started to refuse: “No, no, no. Keep it. I have a feeling you were a cat person before this place.”

“No idea.” you shrugged and took the small cat back. You looked at it once again. It also looked familiar. Some kind of deja vu was forming around it. As if you had gotten it once before. You looked up from the kitten to the boy next to you. “Have you been doing this long?”

“I started when I got here. I have no idea if I had done it before I got here.”

“How good were you when you carved your first one?”

“I never thought about that,” he looked at you and at the wooden cat in your hand, “it was just something I could do. I guess I must have done it before then.” without another word he leaned back against the tree, looking up at the sky that was becoming darker and darker by the minute. There was no worry in his head. Even with all those crazy things around you. You, on the other hand, couldn’t seem to calm down. Was it more than just deja vu?

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dandelionprints · 2 years ago

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Saw this and thought I’d give it a go!

pumpkin spice or gingerbread // horror or supernatural // hocus pocus or halloweentown // painting pumpkins or carving jack-o-lanters // vampires or zombies // beanies or scarves // oversized sweaters or favourite sweatshirt // orange or black // apple pie or sweet potato pie // corn maze or haunted house // apple picking or bobbing for apples // trick or treating or staying in // diy costume or store bought costume // cinnamon or nutmeg // hot cocoa or apple cider

I (no pressure) tag @runnning-outof-time @cillmequick @evita-shelby

#tag game

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the-fiction-witch · 7 years ago

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GLADER’S HOUSE P1

MOVIE: MAZE RUNNER 1990′s AU COUPLE: NEWT X READER + WINSTON X FRYPAN + THOMAS X MINHO X TERESA + ALBY X GALLY RATING: VERY SMUTTY

Y/N POV:

I sat happily racing through the old broken up streets the summer sun shining through the leaves of the tree’s high above my head the little summer breeze going through my hair with the familiar smell of fresh cut grass and ice cream not ice sea side ice cream the little cheap ice cream van around a London Parkway nice, I held onto a familiar torso the perfect mix of strong but still lanky body I had learnt to love over so long hugging onto him tightly keeping my fingers in the tight threads of his hoddie my head snuggled into his neck my nose filling with the familiar scent of dirt, cheap beer and Lynx his soft hair lightly touching my face in places looking up to the blue sky and the sun occasionally getting breaks through the thick leaves above us I looked back behind us to see the held together car, where Alby sat in the driving seat concentrating on driving with Gally, sat in the passenger seat his orange jacket over the chair he sat on he was yelling for no real reason I imagine messing with the stereo of the car until suddenly a nice happy music came blaring from the car out of the open windows making me laugh I saw Winston and Fry sat in the back nibbling away at snacks in the back of the car, at that moment I saw Another bike come around the car Where I saw Minho sat shirtless In only a pair of little shorts as he drove with teresa sat behind him in her little dress glitter all over her face giggling away and yelling happily around Just to the other side of the car was another bike where Thomas sat in his normal shirt and jeans Teresa Yelled to me putting the rock and roll sign up on her fingers so I did it back before turning back to face the way we where going and nuzzling my head closer into his neck and pressing a tiny kiss there

“Honey, I’m driving” Newt laughed “Come On we won't be long now” He tells me speeding up as did everyone else as we rushed down the little streets...

When we at last stopped In front of a huge house with a very old castle look to it

“This is the place?” Minho asked

“Looks way to fancy for us” Winston added

“Relax, My uncle was minted that's all” Thomas smirks getting the key from his backpack

“You sure he’s fine with us living here?” I ask

“He’s fine he moved to Cali he’s fine with it” He explains going and unlocking the door it creaking open making a million year’s worth of dust flutter up and out the door

“This is gonna be fun” newt sighs as we all get our stuff out the back of Alby’s car and head inside the whole place looked like something out of some old painting but it did have a tone of big rooms almost every room was a master bedroom I Picked out and soon enough newt found me with all his stuff

“What are you doing here?” I ask him

“I thought as now we have our own place, no nosey little sisters and such to bother us I might Share a room with you” He smirked wrapping his arms around my waist

“But I have one bed” I giggle

“I know, Just big enough to fuck you on” he smirks

“Newt you once fucked me on a bathroom sink and a children's plastic kitchen, I wasn’t aware space was an issue here” I laugh as I saw him jump on the bed taking off his shirt and Jean's so he laid there In his boxers he laid on his back his face closest to me so he was looking at me upside down and indicating with his finger that he wanted me to come over

“Come here honey” he smirked

“I’m busy newt, I have to find places for all my stuff” I tell him

“Oh come on baby” he moaned getting up and grinding against my arse

“No Newt” I giggle pushing him back onto my bed

“Oh baby! come on then ride me baby” he moaned

“No newt!” I laugh

“fine, I have to go get dinner with tommy, I’ll fuck you when I get back” he smirked giving me a little kiss before going off so I finished up and wondered around finding all the things and who was where, I saw Alby and Gally in rooms next to each other packings there few things away with a door between their room’s I then noticed Fry and winston already happily snuggling up on a double bed I went down and noticed Minho and teresa going at it on the living room sofa “Guy’s We all have to sit there and I am not cleaning no sex sweats of the couch” I tell them so they stop and began getting ready to go upstairs just as

“FOOD!” Newt and thomas yell just coming back from the take away making everyone quickly hurry into the kitchen and crowding around the huge dining table eager to get the sweet greasy take away food so I took my seat and ate up with everyone else I guess I should explain everyone’s situation, Well obviously me and Newt have been together for the last two year’s our first year was so sweet he was a cute little nerd back then, then sex got into our heads now thats all he ever seems to want to do anymore Alby and gally are together but as far as I know have never done it, or if they had they addnt told any of us, Fry and winston had been together longer then me and newt they are going on strong at four years they where so so sweet, Minho and teresa...its complicated she has dated both minho and thomas but they kinda all have a odd like freinds with benifits thing between the three of them I dont know how it works and I am not to sure I want to know once we had all eaten gally and alby went off to their rooms to do some work, minho and teresa hurried off toher room and thomas went to bed on the sofa almost out cold and fry and winston went up to bed too leaving me and newt alone in the kitchen cleaning everything away or well tossing everything into the trash until atlast the table was clear “so... do I get to fuck you now?P” he smirked wrapping his arms around me tightly

“I guess, lets go” I giggle pulling him to kiss me as he backed me up against the dinning table his hands on my arse as we made out his long wet tongue exploring every inch of my mouth his hands craressing my arse cheeks with a slow firm passion he always had with me I wrapped my arms around his neck wrapping my fingers in the little grips of his fluffy hair pulling him closer to me and harder onto me his hands slowly moed up to my hips so I grind them against his hands sloiwly and seductively

“Umm Babygirl” eh groaned deeply only just pulling away from my lips to rest his forehead against mine his eyes shut his bottom lip trapped with his teeth at that moment looking at his closed eyes I noticed a slow sensation on my leg a slow rubbing on my leg and a hardening “Umm Newt are you really?” I begn

“Yeah, I dont think I can wait all the way up those stairs babygirl” he groaned rubbing up against my leg harder

“Umm is my sexy man so pleasure deprived he has to rubb up against me?” I giggle and he just nodded so I opened my legs hopping onto the table so I was just sat on it and wrapping my leggs around his waist he opened his eyes and stayed at me

“Fuck I love you” he smirked going away fro a moment to check thomas was still asleep in the living room and shutting and locking the kitchen door before coming back to me and pulling my underwear from my skirt and undoing his jeans and getting his wallet from his back pocket and getting a condom from there conveniently one red and yellow with “open in emergency” and he quickly undid it with his teeth as I moved my hand down and pulled down his boxers enough to make his huge erection spring free from his boxers slapping his stomach as it leaped “Ohh Babygirl” he smirked before I took the condom from his hand and spilled it down his huge cock making him groan biting on his mouth harshly and as I sat back up smirking at his huge cock I saw his eyes dark with lust “Lay down!” he smirked pushing me down and kissing down my neck as he quickly pushed inside my dripping pussy we moth attacked each other’s lips harshly as to not moan and notify the other’s we where fucking on the kitchen table he pulled away for a second to stand straight holding onto my arse tightly smirking down at me before speeding up his hard thick cock thrusting so fast into my wet pussy my body going almost numb from pure pleasure of his fast thrusts my arse often hitting the edge of the table the pain almost feeling good in all of this till he sped up and went deeper

“Oh newt!” I moan purposely clenching around him as he went full in

“Oh Y/n” he moaned in response harshly moving much just tiny little hits into that one spot he knows I cant resist causing me to clench tightly around him and cum squirting around him which was enough to make him shake and shudder filling the condom providing him with his sweet release he gave me another sweet kiss before pulling out off me and pulling up his pants taking the condom off and disposing it in the top of the bag from take out and taking it outside as I slipped my underwear back on and went to open the living room door

“what was the door doing locked?” Thomas asked now awake watching south park on the sofa

“Stuff” I giggle just as newt came back his hair all sweaty and the obvious look of sexual happiness on his face

“Ohhhh” he smirked

“and you told us off for wanting to do it in the living room” Teresa sighs as her and minho come back to watch TV

“Well sofa’s are harder to get sex smell of then tables” I tell her

“Plus we got to christen the house” Newt smirked

“Yeah with jizz and pussy juice” Minho laughed

FRY’S POV:

Once we got back to our room I noticed Winston was a bit more cuddly he never wanted to let go of me “what’s the matter with you man?” I ask him

“I don’t know” He smirked “Maybe I need my sexy man tonight” he smirked tugging on my collar over to the bed so I gave him a sweet little cuddle

“Don’t you just wanna sleep get used to the new house tonight?” I ask him

“No.. I want you to fuck me hard ! Make me scream make the whole street know who’s get’s to fuck my arse” he smirked falling down on the bed and slipping of his shirt “aren't you tempted? knowing I need you so bad” He smirked crawling down the bed taking off his pants and bending down so his face was in the pillows and his tight elastic boxers over his arse

“well...When You put it that way Winston” I smirk kneeling on the bed and gripping his hips forcing his arse back to grind against me “I knew you couldn’t resist me spiggy” he smirked moving a hand of mine down from his hips meeting his hard bulge in his boxers “It’s all for you” he smirked moving and bouncing a little on me to tease me more

“Good boys that want to be fucked so bad lay down and shut up!” I tell him pushing him back face first into the pillows as I pull off his boxers and grabbing the huge lube container from the dresser and slavering my hand with it before rubbing it all over his tight arse even putting my slender index finger inside him making him moan frustratingly

“But I wanted your cock” He begs

“You will get it, be patient” I smirk pulling off my pants and shirt covering my cock in as much lube as I could before pulling him close and pushing inside

“OHHH MY GOD! I always forget just how big you are” he Moaned as I thrusted fast and hard going as deep as I could and letting him moan and scream as much as he wanted as I sped up slapping his tight arse as I did “Oh God YES!” He screamed as I saw his hand moving to his hard dick lightly pumping it but I batted his hand away

“No touching yourself, Im gonna make you cum” I smirked speeding up again and slapping him hard

“OHH YES!” he screamed so I sped Up again going at an inhuman pase making him cum onto the bed and I came into him but as I did he pushed me out letting it spray all over his arse “Ohh Fry I love it when you cum on me” He smirked

“Umm I love it too” I smirk as he flipped over so I kissed him softly getting up and getting ready for bed “arnt you gonna change too?” I ask him

“No, Im gonna sleep naked so you can look at my sexy arse all night” He smirked

“Alright” I laugh going to bed with him.

TERESA’S POV:

As soon as south park was finished I went up to my room sitting on my bed and reading my magazine until my door swung open and there stood Minho in his tight skinny jeans starring at me “Hey You Little slut” He smirked “I brought thomas with me” He smirks ...

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