Newt Imagines

In the Maze-Part 1(NXR)

"I don't want to forget you." I broke the silence by whispering my greatest fear to Newt. It was late, but we couldn't sleep, how could we when we were going to be thrown into an experiment with no memories? We laid in a bed, our legs tangled together under the covers, and we held on to the other for dear life.

"I-I won't forget you. I can never forget you, Y/n," He said it to comfort me, but he also said it for himself, he needed the reasurrence. 

I sighed, knowing that our impending doom was just a few hours away. Don't get me wrong, I still loathe WICKED, but right now, I needed the silence. I needed to soak up every memory of Newt and to do that I couldn't have my mind focused on revenge.

I played with the small hairs on the back of his neck, looking into his deep brown eyes. There were no words. Any words left got stuck in our throats in a slippery jumble of regret and fear. So we laid there, in the silence, in the fear and anxiousness of what awaited tomorrow.

I didn't sleep that night, I laid wrapped in Newt's arms, listening to the sound of his breathing and his strong steady heartbeat. Every once in a while, Newt would latch his lips to mine, we would stay like that until it died out. And once it did, he placed his lips against my forehead leaving them there for a while before attaching them to my own lips again.

...

"Get in line, you two." An emotionless guard shoved us into the direction of our group. I glared at him, but when he met my eye line, he stared straight through me. How can someone do that? Ruin people's lives and not have a care in the world?

"I can't believe this is happening." I breathed next to Newt, who placed his arms around my shoulder, bringing me into him. He had always been a protective boyfriend, but today he especially made sure that I did not leave his side. 

He kept his hand on my waist and every time he met my gaze, I saw a pain which reflected my own emotions. I wrapped my arms around his torso and buried my head in his neck, then we got in line.

A WICKED attendant came by with a scanner, she was going down the line scanning people's wrists. When she came to us she said, "Group A?" We nodded. She held out her hand for my wrist and when I reluctantly gave it to her, I could feel Newt tense. I looked up and kissed his cheek which made him soften his intense glare at the lady.

She scanned my wrist and the contraption beeped. She looked down, a bit surprised. "Ah, A11." She looked from me to Newt and gave us a sympathetic smile. She mumbled something to herself before moving on to the next person, skipping Newt.

"That was weird." I looked up at Newt and nodded. 

"Yeah, it's not everyday you get emotion from WICKED." I shrugged and we moved up in line.

We didn't know where we were going exactly, but wherever it was I had a bad feeling about it. With every step closer, I latched onto Newt even tighter and moved even further into him, if that was possible. I could feel him do the same.

Suddenly, Gally, who was behind us, started shouting. We turned to see all the comotion. Gally was yelling at Thomas who, was not in line, but standing by with Teresa, watching us all. I could practically see Minho seething under all his layers of sass.

I was so distracted by what was happening with my friends that I didn't even notice some guards coming our way, until it was too late.

They grabbed me, prying me away from Newt and dragging my closer to what I knew was my own approaching disaster. I screamed trying to claw my way back to Newt. 

"Y/n!!" Newt yelled also, trying to get to me.

Tears streamed down my face as I screamed and pleaded with them to let go of me, but they kept pulling. 

"No, no, no NO!!" Newt yelled, tears spilling from his eyes as more guards grabbed him.

"Please let me say GOODBYE!!" I desperately kicked and punched, my vision blurred from the salty water of pain.

"A11! Stop-" I cut the guard off by kneeing him in the unmentionables, like I did so long ago, I ran to Newt, crashing a lips together. I was gasping in between every kiss as we hungerly and passionately kissed each other.

I broke the kiss and clung on to him again. "Goodbye."

On cue, guards pulled us apart and dragged me away. Newt was held down as he tried fighting his way back to me. "No, NO!"

I sobbed as they persistently tugged me, we were almost into the room where I assumed they would kill my memories.

"Please, Y/n, please!!" Newt's voice was now scratchy and raw, "I love you!!"

I gasped from all the pain, the hatred, the passion, and the sobbing. "I l-"

I was cut off by the door slamming shut and the guards throwing me onto the table, I barely put up a fight, too stunned. I never got a chance to say it.

They strapped me down and quickly the doctors injected me with something. I looked around at their faces hoping that they would see the emotion in my eyes and feel regret...something. Ava Paige was the last person I made eye contact with, before everything went black.

...

I jerked awake, gasping for breath and frantically looking around for something. But the darkness kept me from seeing anything. 

It felt like I was moving up, fast. But to where? Where am I?

Then a sickening thought came to my mind, making want to puke.  I can't remember anything. Nothing. Squat.

All at once whatever I was moving in, stopped, and I was airborne for a second before slamming back down into metal. I rubbed my tailbone, that's gonna leave a mark.

There was a terrible grinding noise coming from above me and I looked up in time to see a white light shining through the cracks in the opening doors.

I heard a bunch of voices and felt someone jump down into the metal crate/box thing I was in. Suddenly there was a person standing in front of me with an outstretched hand. I took it and they helped me up from the ground.

The light was so bright I couldn't see who, or what, it was. I squinted trying to make it out. 

"It's another one alright. Looks just as confused as Alex." The person in front of  my chuckled. I heard a bunch of others laugh from above at what was supposed to be a joke that I didn't get.

My eyes adjusted to the light and I finally saw who the person was...

"My name's Harriet. Welcome to the Spring."

A/n the Spring is what Group B calls their Glade, according to the official graphic novel. I had no other word to use so that's what I'm calling it, however it functions the same as the Glade. Thank you for reading!!