The Maze Runner Imagines and Preferences

#11 Newt Imagine

Thank You

[A/N: MAJOR TDC SPOILERS. For more feels, listen to Lay Me Down by Sam Smith ;( ]

Your POV

"Stop!" Thomas yelled. "Stop the van! Now!"

"What?" Lawrence replied. "What're you talking about?"

"Just stop the freaking van!"

Lawrence slammed on the brakes as Thomas scrambled to his feet and went for the door. He started to open it when I grabbed his shirt from behind and yanked him backwards.

"What the shuck do you think you're doing?" I ask him.

"It's Newt, look!" He answers, pointing to a figure standing near a building.

The crank looked like it was straddling the line between sane and gone, his blonde hair flying as the wind blew.

His brown eyes staring intently at Thomas and I. My heart rate quickens as I stare into those familiar, chocolate orbs.

The crank was Newt.

"We'll be right back, Lawrence," I say, exiting the van, Thomas behind me.

"What? What do you mean? You know how dangerous it is out there?"

"I saw my friend out there. I want to see if he's okay. If any trouble starts, we'll run back to the van. Just be ready to get us out of here when we do," Thomas shouts at Lawrence as he catches up to me.

We slow to a stop in front of Newt. He looked horrible. His hair had been torn out in patches, leaving bald spots. Scratches and bruises covered his face; his shirt was ripped, barely hanging on to his thin frame, and his pants were filthy with grime and blood.

But no matter what he looked like, he was still Newt.

My Newt.

The blonde-haired sweetheart that helped me out of the box and survive my first day in the Glade, the one that comforted me at the Scorch, and he's still the boy that the maze broke.

The only thing different was the wildness in his eyes.

"Newt," I start softly, walking towards the broken boy. "Remember me? [Y/N]?"

"Hey, Newt. It's me, Thomas. You remember us right?"

Newt's eyes stared intently into mine before flickering over to Thomas. A sudden clarity filled Newt's eyes as he spoke.

"I bloody remember you, Tommy. And you too, [Y/N]," his eyes softened as he said my name but became hard again as he spoke to Thomas. "You just came to see me at the Palace, rubbed it in that you ignored my note."

Thomas' eyes flashed with hurt. "I-I didn't know, Newt."

"Why are you here anyway? I'm going to fully pass the gone anytime now, I advise you to stay away from me." My heart broke at the way Newt spoke.

He sounded so fragile, weak.... broken. Newt had never sounded like this before. He was the glue, the boy who kept everyone together.

Everyone but himself.

"I can't control myself," Newt states. "I barely know what I'm doing. But usually it's just like an itch in my brain, throwing everything off-kilter just enough to bother me, make me angry."

"Newt, come with us, right now. We can take you somewhere safer, somewhere better to..."

Newt laughed, and when he did his head twitched strangely a couple of times. "Get out of here, Tommy. Get away."