The Maze Runner Imagines and Preferences

#14 Newt Imagine

Girl Of My Dreams ( #12 Newt Imagine Pt.2)

REQUESTED by @Onechictolive (Changed the plot a little, hope you don't mind ^_^)

Newt's POV

"Aha, Newt come on!" [Y/N] urges, running around. I laugh.

"But I have a limp, I can't catch up with you. You have an advantage," I say as I feign hurt.

"Oh come on, Newt. If you can chase after any glader that flirts with me and beat them, I'm sure you can catch me," she answers, smiling her smile that can light up a room, the world...my heart.

"Better watch out, love," I warn, running towards her. [Y/N]'s eyes widen before she takes off, screaming. She continues to run and I continue to chase her until she sprints through the doors and into the maze.

I slow to a jog, stopping just outside the doors. "[Y/N] come back. It's dangerous out there."

I watch as [Y/N] abruptly stops running. She turns to face me, her eyes dark. A griever comes up behind her, stabbing its stinger into her abdomen.

I gasp. "[Y/N]!"

"Why didn't you come inside the maze, Newt? Why didn't you help me?" she asks, her voice emotionless, reminding me of a robot.

Tears prick my eyes. "I-I..."

"Why did you let me die, Newt? Why didn't you save me?" she tilts her head, questioningly.

I shake my head as I hold in tears. "It's a rule. I'm not allowed to go into the maze. I'm not a runner."

"But you were a runner, weren't you? So why didn't you help me, Newt?" she asks, her voice deadpan.

"I'm sorry," I apologize, disloyal tears falling down my cheeks.

"It was all your fault, Newt. I'm dead because of you!" [Y/N] shouts. "It's all your fa-"

I wake up sweating, a scream ripping out of my throat. I blink rapidly as my eyes adjust to the room's lighting, my ragged breaths the only sound.

It was just a dream.

-

"Minho? Why are you back from the Maze so early? Is something wrong?" I ask the runner as he sprints in through the North Door.

"I-I saw...a dead...g-griever," Minho breathes out, crouching down.

"You what?" I question as Alby walks towards us.

"D-dead...griever. Did...I...stutter?" Minho pants, trying to catch his breath.

"Actually Minho, you did," I retort, pushing my shovel in the dirt, leaning on it.

Minho glares at me, opening his mouth to say something when Alby interrupts. "Are you sure it's dead?"

"It looked dead to me," Minho answers, standing up.

"Okay, we'll check it first thing tomorrow morning and I'm coming with you," Alby states before walking away.

I purse my lips as Minho speaks. "And Newt?"

"Yeah?"

"It was a rhetorical question."

-

"So Alby went with him?" Thomas asks, lounging around on a tree stump.