TMR / TBS Imagines 2

Newt // Connected (Pt.3) *REQUEST*

* I'm sorry for how long this took to post but here it finally is! Wattpad deleted all my drafts and I just got them back. It's not very good but I promised a part 3. Hope you like it! *

The Glade's maze was exactly like the Field's only it was mirrored, so to me everything was backwards. Newt told me he used to be a Mapper, or Runner as they call it, so he knew his way around enough to get me to where I ran into Minho yesterday, literally.

I brought him to the tunnel that connected each of our mazes and by the look on his face, they had no idea this was here either. I wondered how long this connection had been here because it seemed impossible that two sets of highly trained Mappers wouldn't have seen this till now.

I knew the exact way from the connection to the Field albeit with a few quick peeks back at my map. He didn't seem phased by this side of the maze because his eyes were trained on his leg as he ran. I guess he wanted to be extra careful running with his limp.

When we got closer to the Field, I tried warning him about how my friends were. If I was being honest, they would probably act similar if not exactly like how the Gladers acted around me. The girls had never seen a guy before so this might shock them.

He did, however, seem in awe when we arrived at the Field. Everything here was slightly different, almost more feminine which could be understood. Our buildings were larger but we had less then they did, the hut for the bathrooms was shaped differently and were on the opposite side of the Field and the there were a lot more trees to keep shade. Plus, girls ran around instead of the obvious boys.

"Wow," he gasped, "I never thought I'd ever see anything outside of the maze." For a moment, I pitied Newt. He was a boy without hope, hence why he believed he'd never leave the maze, whereas our Feild was based off hope; it's how we kept girls going.

Someone must have seen us come in because a crowd of girls led by our leaders were running towards us. Millie was somewhere in the back of the group, a bright smile taking over her chubby cheeks.

Before anyone of us could get a word in, Sonya and Abby had spears pointed at Newt's neck. He tripped backwards a few steps but each time the girls followed. He glanced at me with a pleading look, as if begging for me to do something about this.

"No! No, no, no, no, stop!" I repeated while moving between Newt and the ends of the spear. The girls had determined looks on their faces with their lips curled in a snarl. For whatever reason, they hated Newt. "Don't hurt him, please."

"He is the reason you were stuck in the maze for a night," Abby, our leader, fumed with her eyes glaring at him. "You have returned every night before the closing since you've been a Mapper and this boy shows up the same time you don't come back? It's not a coincidence." She tried moving around me to get to Newt again but I positioned myself back in front of him.

"No, it's not his fault! He actually helped me come back to you," I explained while looking to Sonya, the Second-in-Command. She and I were closer than Abby and me so I hoped she would be able to help.

"Where did he come from?" Laura (Laura Bassi) asked from somewhere in the group. Now, most of the girls in the Field had heard what was happening and started watching.

I looked to Newt, silently asking if it was alright that I tell them about the Glade. When he nodded, I continued. "There's another maze out there with another Field. Look, I'll explain everything, just please, put the blade down."

Abby took in everything I said and came up with her answer: a Field meeting in twenty minutes. These were called when something needed to be addressed to every Fielder urgently and there had only been two since I've been here.