Fall (Newt || The Maze Runner) - Sequel to "The Glitch"

Alive

A/N - So sorry about these random chapters...it's just kinda hard for me to make them interesting and not just copying the book so idek actually XD Also it's kinda hard for me to write a relationship cause I've never actually had one (ha loserrrrr! yeah ik) before and I'm just making it up and hoping for the best... 

Autumn's POV 

        I didn't want to run. I didn't want to accidentally be the one to find a body..or a limb. And knowing me that was probably exactly what would happen because I don't exactly have the best luck in the world. I felt a pang of hurt in my chest. Even my own thoughts sounded like something Minho would say. I never really realized it before...but oh yes, now that he's probably been ripped apart by Grievers, I notice it. 

        I pulled the fuzzy blanket over my face, there was no way I was facing the world today. I'll just lay here until I become one with the fabric. I felt Newt shift next to me, he was probably awake, he probably has been awake for hours. Just thinking...drowning in all the memories and laughs and perfect hair that we would never see again. My chest started to swell, like there was a caged beast that lived just under my skin ready to be free — I recognized it as anger. A deep, pitted anger that was rising up through my body. My breaths become heavier, every swallow seemed to burn. Minho wouldn't be dead if it weren't for them...a whole lot of people wouldn't be dead if it weren't for them. The Creators...the one's doing this. They are just letting a bunch of kids die! Stuck in this Maze to be killed by horrid creatures! I felt a burning hatred brewing for them. This was different. They killed my friend. Murdered him. They crossed a line with me and I'm pretty sure there is nothing I would do for them anymore. I would get us all out of this Maze if it's the last shucking thing I ever do! I didn't matter if I had to personally tear down each wall, stone by stone. We are getting out. 

        I got up, my breaths heavy. I pushed the blankets off of me. A fire had started and there was no stopping it now. When my feet reached the ground it was like electricity. The cold sent massive amps through me. But it wouldn't kill me, no it was powering me and I was alive. 

        "Autumn?" Newt had sprung up and spoke my name in a questioning voice. I didn't respond, I took another step. 

        "Autumn, where are you going?" I shook my head slightly, red hair moving back and forth like an entrancing firework display. 

        "Autumn stop." I heard the rustling of blankets behind me. The old wood creaked in protest as Newt stood up behind me. I felt a warm hand on my cool wrist. I whipped around to face him. 

        "You don't understand, Newt. They murdered him! The Creators could've stopped it, they could have called the Greiver's off or made the Door's stay open for just a little bit longer! They killed them." He let go, my words were a torrent, washing him away from me. His expression was shock and fear. I spun on my heel and walked out of the door. 

        "Hey wait, what are you gonna bloody do? You can't even buggin' get out yet the shuck Door's won't just open for you, Autumn!" I ignored his protests. He doesn't understand. I was down the stairs and out the door, the dewy air of the morning clung to skin. I was barefoot, I hadn't bothered to put on shoes...I could feel everything beneath me, there was energy coursing through the ground. It powered the lights, the water, perhaps the entire Maze. It sent chills through my entire body, made the hairs on my arms stand up. 

        I walked, slowly but steadily toward the closest Door. My breathing had slowed, but I was no less angry. It was like instead of the beast clawing to get out it was controlling me, sending icy calmness over my entire body. 

        There it was, a one hundred foot tall slab of rock, looming above me. I took a step closer, and closer, and closer until my hands were on the Door. They were placed on either side of the large crack that showed where the two sides would split apart. I wiggled my fingers, the energy felt stranger here — almost weaker. But I was not weak. I would not let them kill my friends. With both hands on the Doors I did something in-explainable I pushed them apart, it wasn't dramatic, a few centimeters and then a few more, until the opening was just big enough for my slim frame to slip through. It was like they responded to me, I was one with the energy.

        With those thoughts filling my head I took a step into the dark Maze.