The Maze Runner: Newt Imagines

Thomas Part 1 (Request) (Miny Series)

Credit for the idea goes to shaytheloser, and the request is from @RebeccaLooby. Thank you so much shaytheloser for asking me to write this request, I had a lot of fun with it, and thank you @RebeccaLooby for being patient with me while I was getting it written. Anyways I hope you enjoy the first chapter of this miny series, and I hope it does shaytheloser's original writing justice.

Commands were being shouted between WICKED guards as you and your friends ran down random hallways, trying to escape from the facility you had just arrived in the night before. Your feet pounded on the ground, and your heart pumped in your chest as you ran from the guards, still very confused from what Thomas had discovered. You werent safe here, and they werent planning on taking you to the Safe Haven. These were the same people who had sent you up into the maze two years ago. The same people who sat by as they watched your friends die. This was no Safe Haven, and these were not good people.

"Come on guys! Were almost to the door," Thomas exclaims from the front of the group. You turn one more corner, and at the end of the hall you are met with a large sliding door.

"Thomas get the door open," you snap while you take the gun you had picked up off of a unconcious guard and start shooting at the other guards running around the corner. You hear mumbled curses coming from behind you, and seconds later Thomas walks up beside you, a second gun in hand.

"Minho keep working on it," he mumbles just as Janson and five other guards walk around the corner, stepping over the unconcious bodies of the other guards.

"Thomas. You're making a big mistake," Janson says as Minho and Newt continue to struggle with the keycard that refuses to work.

"Just open the door Janson," Thomas shouts.

"You few survived the maze, but you wouldnt last a day out in the Scorch. If the elements don't kill you, the cranks will," Janson continues, walking closer to your group.

"Open the damn door," you snap, cocking your gun, your finger on the trigger.

"You all could help a lot of people." He keeps walking closer towards you and your friends, but you didnt miss the fact that his right hand was reaching down towards his back pocket. You and Thomas back up until your back with the rest of the boys, and you start mentally threatening Winston and the boy he ran off with.

"Most of you are immune. What we do here isnt cruel. Were trying to save lives, but we need your help," he continues. Just as he finishes his sentence, the door behind you slides open, and you glance back at it to see Winston and the boy he ran off with on the other side. When you turn back to Janson and the guards, he had a small hand gun raised, aiming it at Thomas.

"Thomas move," you shove him out of the way, suddenly feeling a searing pain in your arm. You ignore it as you and the gladers run through the door, Winston already closing it, and busting the keypad on the other side with a fire extinguisher. You kept running, finally making it to the main door, and out into the night. Sand blasted in your face, scratching at your exposed arms and legs, and it was hard to keep track of where all of the boys were going when you could only see three feet in front of you.

"(Y/n) get down!" Thomas grabs your hand, and pulls you down to the ground behind a sand dune just before a beam from a flashlight can be seen shining over the mound. Your arm stings as the sand blows on it, and you have to bite down on your tongue to stop from groaning in pain. Thomas has his arm laid over your waist, his fingers gripping your side a little tighter than necessary, but the feeling grounded you enough to think about something other than your stinging arm.