The Maze Runner Imagines: Newt (Thomas Brodie Sangster) Book 2

Below

I ran as fast as my little feet would carry me, hurrying my feet through the circular tunnels I did my best to stay as quiet as I possibly could hearing the little sounds of the water dripping down from cracks in the stone above me. The stone still here but much of it dirty and broken, the mortar between each black with mold and age, the walls standing with only the frames of advertisement the posters within them rotted to nothing. I froze as I heard steps thought the tunnels.

I grabbed my knife holding it close to me turning my lamp down as low as It would go I staied low and quiet listening only to the sounds of my breath.

"What are you doin' down here Love?" His voice spoke in the darkness

"Who are you? What do you want?" I whispered before a bright white light shined across the tunnel making me cover my eyes

"Love. It's me" he sighed I looked up and saw the familiar sight Newt. Stood at the end of the tunnel with his white light torch, his boots against the stone, his tattered old cargo pants loose from him held up with half broken and half repaired suspenders over his shoulders and the belt that held his knife. His old torn red vest tight to his skinny skin his arms thick with mud and blood, tires covering him in odd places, his helmet sat on his head

"What are you doing down here?"

"Looking' for you, the damn hell you think I'm doin' down here having a tea party?"

"You didn't need to come looking for me" I sighed getting up putting my knife away and walking towards him

"Yes I did." He sighed grabbing something out his back pocket and throwing it to me, I caught it and had a look it was my map "you always leave without it. One of these days-"

"What? You think I'll get lost?"

".... Just. Don't forget it Love" he sighed turning to head back out the tunnel

"What makes you think I'm so incapable of looking after myself?" I complained hurrying after him

"The fact you went tunnel claimin' with no map, no food, no water, no walkie usin' only the lantern. Makes me think you can't take care if yourself"

"I was fine"

"You wouldn't have been. I hadn't found you"

"I don't need you to protect me."

"You don't. But you still need my help" he said "come on I'll take you back"

"I know the way back" I pouted hitching my thighs and heading down the left passage

"And I see you wanna drown?" He laughs

"What?"

"Your headin' down, that's been flooded two years now. I'll lead then." He rolled his eyes heading down the right passge

"I knew that" I groaned following him though the passages the rounded tunnels and stairwells before getting to a long since abandoned place it had been left to rot even before all this happened or so I had heard. Newt jumped down first and offered his hands but I jumped down myself

"Only tryin' to help," he says as we walked between the large metal down into the darkness he clicked on his white light making me hiss a little "you really hate it don't you?"

"It stings that's all" I said

"It will. You're a below baby." He laughs

"A old one"

"Well old is irrelevant, you're still born below. You've never seen light up there... real light. Only ever known the darkness down here" he said as we arrived at the little train he unlocked the door and climbed inside helping me up with him into the hoard of junk he called a home. Little things where everywhere, his bed unmade, a lantern on in the window, some food in odd places half eaten, his clothes scattered about a line across a section with laundry hanging "when did you last eat somethin'" he asks