The Maze Runner: Newt Imagines

Builders

Your working in the gardens, kneeling down in the dirt, and pulling out some weeds in between the crops. Your hands were covered in dirt, and your legs had bug bites all over them, but you smiled as you worked in the hot sun, sweat dripping down your face.

You groan as you stand up, reaching your hands behind your back, and arching it, sighing when you feel the satisfying crack. You wipe your hands on your shorts, and wipe your hand over your forehead, getting rid of the sweat. Just as your about to kneel back down, you hear a booming voice come from somewhere near you.

You spin around to see Jackson shouting and making crazy arm movements at Chuck. Oh no, you think to yourself. You start walking over to the shouting glader, and the trembling one, when Jackson reaches out, and shoves Chuck to the ground.

"Hey," you snap in a loud voice as you sprint over to them, getting Jackson's attention before he can touch Chuck again. "What the hell is wrong with you," you shout at Jackson, stepping in between him and Chuck. The builder is at least a foot taller than you, but you stand your ground, clenching your fists.

"How about to pick on someone your own size," you snap at him. After glaring at him for a minute, you turn towards Chuck, and squat down next to him. "Hey are you ok," you ask in a soft tone, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Ya. Ya I'm fine," he says in a scared tone. You pat his shoulder, and grab his hand, pulling him to his feet.

"Yo guys look at this! Someone actually cares for the slopper," Jackson shouts, getting some of the boys attention. You are pissed, but you try to hold it together, not wanting Chuck to have to see you angry. You start walking away, your arm around Chucks shoulder, when Jackson speaks up again. "Wow you don't even have anything to say to that. Look guys the girls a wuss. She's just to scared to admit that her best friend is a thumb sucking little shank that can't do nothing."

He should have kept his mouth shut.

You reel around towards him, swinging your fist out. Your knuckles slam right into his cheek, and he spins around, holding his face in pain. "You say one more thing about that boy, your dead," you growl at him darkly, boys running up to the scene, but too scared to intervene.

You turn back around, about to walk away, when your feet are taken right out from underneath you. You fall to the ground, smacking your head on a rock, causing a small dribble of blood to go down your cheek. You look up to see Jackson smirking down at you. You glare at him darkly from your spot on the ground, just as Alby and Newt run up.

"What the shucks going on here," Alby shouts. When Newt sees you, he runs to your side, and helps you up off the ground. He keeps his arms hooked under yours, half for support and half so you can't take another punch at Jackson if he says something else stupid.

"This dumb shank attacked me," Jackson screeches, pointing a finger at you.

"Ya and I wouldn't have done anything if you had kept your hands off of Chuck, now would I," you snap at him, half heartedly twisting your shoulders trying to get out of Newts grip. He just holds you tighter to him.

"Oh boohoo the dumb kid tripped. How are you gonna blame that on me? Just because he's to stupid to walk. That's why we need to throw him to the grievers," he tells Alby as if he actually believes it.

You scream in anger, jerking your body to get out of Newts grip, flailing around like an animal. Newt somehow holds onto you, pulling you away from the crowd of boys, and walking you towards the homestead. You keep jerking around in his arms, but he wraps his arms around your stomach, getting a better hold on you.

"Love calm down," he mumbles sweet little things in your ear, trying to get you to stop flailing. Eventually your thrashing calms down to the occasional jerk. You just now realized how tired you were, all the screaming and thrashing having knocked the energy out of you. Newt walks you inside the homestead, and into you guys' shared room on the top floor.