TMR one shots/preferences

Words~Newt

A/N: All credit goes to James Dashner for creating this amazing world and wonderful characters, which are all his apart from Y/N, the character I created. Y/N means your name. Enjoy the story!

Newt love story

I woke up, cold yet drenched in sweat, in a metal box moving upward at a fast pace. Panic was flooding my body, leaving me slightly paralyzed. The 'ride' seemed to last for an eternity, although it was probably only a half hour. During this time, I had figured out that I couldn't remember anything, not even my name.

I was curled up in the corner, slowly convincing myself not to cry out of desperation, when the box suddenly jolted to a stop, throwing me across the floor. Doors at the top started opening, and I quickly scrambled back to the corner, burying my face in my knees, which I had pressed up against my chest.

"Get the shank out!"

"Why is he curled up like that?"

They obviously couldn't make out that I was a girl. The few voices I had heard were boys, so I had no intention of getting out. Until I felt the floor vibrating, signaling that someone had jumped into the cage. I peeked over the ridge of my knees and saw a tall blonde boy with a square jaw and warm brown eyes.

Those eyes instantly filled with confusion and shock, though, when he realized I was a girl. "It's a... girl." He called up. The chatter instantly ceased, before starting up again.

"Is she hot?"

"I call dibs!"

"She's mine!"

"Hey, I saw her first!"

"Silence! Get back to work." A deep voice shouted, but I couldn't see the owner of it. The boys reluctantly cleared away, leaving only the blonde and a dark-skinned boy with hair cut so short you could see his scalp. The pair had a silent conversation with their eyes, and small hand gestures. They seemed to come to an agreement, the blonde nodding before the other boy walked away.

"Hey, Greenie." He said in a soft tone, and I realized he had an accent. It was cute. "I'm not gonna hurt you..." He talked as if I were a scared animal that needed calming, approaching me slowly. I let him come within a few feet of me, but when he tried getting closer I shot to my feet, startling him. He stumbled back a few steps, before creeping closer again, ever so persistent.

"Don't...don't come closer." He must have momentarily forgotten English because he kept advancing. He obviously thought I was no threat. That was until I stepped forward and grabbed his machete from the strap on his back, holding it out in front of me.

His eyes widened slightly, and he stopped moving. I backed into the wall, which I had left in order to grab the long blade. We stayed like that for a while, me holding the machete up. Eventually, I realized he could easily have disarmed me, or called the other boys to help him. And he didn't. I slowly handed the machete back to him. He wordlessly got out of the box, helping me up after.

The sun had started setting by now, and he explained that it was a little late to start the tour. He led me across the large clearing, which he said was called the Glade.

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The boys still stared at me, in a way that made me feel slightly uncomfortable. I stuck by Newt, Alby, and Minho, the first Gladers I had met within the short time of my being here.

Me, Newt and Minho were sitting on a log, Alby talking with someone else. Minho and Newt were convincing me to try a drink, which honestly looked like oil with dirt in it. After about five minutes of holding out, I gave in. "Alright!" Minho cheered, and Newt handed me his cup.