He took a step forward, his eyes staring right at me.

We drowned in a few seconds of absolute silence.

"What?" I asked, amused. 

He shook his head, chuckling.

"Nothing" he murmured, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You alright blondie?" I asked him as the boy started laughing.

"Were you just falling for me or what?" By this point I was laughing too.

"I guess I was"

"Don’t stop then" 

The air suddenly thick.

"Promise me?" I suddenly asked, my pinky finger out for him to shake.

"Promise you what?" Even tho I haven’t even said anything yet, his finger was already interviewed with mine.

"Say you’ll never let me go" 

The boy smiled, I felt him holding his finger strongly, lightly shaking.

"I won’t" 

Silence fell, even the shouts of silly boys in the back didn’t break that instant.

Or hadn’t really, until I felt two strong arms rest on my shoulders.

"What’s going on over here?" Minho asked.

"Just made with this shuckface over here a promise"

Newt laughed, finally breaking the grip on my finger.

"Well it’s all very lovely but I need you two to come help me with Gally, that klunk is particularly unbearable today. Just got the new Greenie to the ground".

Dawn came, unannounced, as I slowly opened my eyes.

It was time to breath, it was time to act.

I eventually found the strength to stand up, my body almost shaking but grief had to wait for a couple hours more. 

I made my way down the stairs, the morning breeze freezing my face, close to the Map Room I could spot a circle of Gladers, towering over something, making my way closer I spotted Newt on the ground, slowly cleaning Alby’s bloody head.

"What happened?" I asked Winston.

"Looks like Alby tried to light up the Glade yesterday, keeps saying is because he wanted to scare the Grievers away, got a massive bruise on his head too, say he had to fight one".

Alby, the same boy who told me to protect the maps was the one who tried to burn them?

He went completely crazy after all.

"Here you are" Thomas found me in the crowd, "think I figured out something, where’s Newt?" I glanced at the boy, caring about his friend, as I slowly got closer.

"Hey" I called out, he looked at me, blood on his hands.

"Gotta go".

"What? Where?"

I tilted my head towards Thomas, the blond standing up and muttering something to the med jacks.

"What is it?" Asked Newt once he reached us, his clothes dirty and his forehead stained in sweat; it had been a long night.

"I think we figured out something, me and Teresa, I think I know how to read the Maps" 

We shared a look, then Minho asked: "what are we waiting for then? A Griever to come help us?" His eyes unlikely panicked.

"You have to let Teresa out first" Thomas asked.

Newt shot me a look, me nodding at the boy.

"This damn girl".

Fifteen minutes later we were sit around the small maintenance room of the Homestead, papers in hands as Thomas explained his idea.

"I think, if we get every pattern of every day together, something might stand out, a letter maybe or a number, words, anything."

After a first attempt we got a letter.

Tried again and got a different one.

"Can’t be a coincidence" teresa stated and I nodded, eyes locking with Minho’s and Newt’s.

If it comes down to choosing to trust the guy or not, trust him.

They didn’t need to be reminded though as they nodded energetically, hands shooting for more papers.

"We gotta run the Maze" spoke Minho.

"You crazy?" Asked Thomas.

"No he’s right" Newt barged in, "what if today’s pattern changes? What if it leads to a different word?"

Thomas doubts cleared in a second and he stood up, Minho following.

"We’ll come back as soon as possible" they muttered, leaving the room.

"Let’s keep going" breathed Newt, as we kept taking papers, moving them, writing down letters, cutting edges.

After a full hour, I felt newt’s breath on my neck.

"You alright?" 

I nodded, not leaving the papers’ sight.

"I know Gally-" 

"No" 

He sighed, "I’m worried about you, you haven’t spoken a word all day" 

"I’m fine" I cut short.

I needed to figure out the pattern, not relieve my emotions.

Newt breathed again, standing up.

"We can’t do this all on our own, I’ll find someone we can trust" with that he left the room, glancing my way.

There was silence for a minute, then for the first time in a few hours I felt Teresa’s voice speak up.

"He really cares about you", I looked her in the eyes, but didn’t feel like answering.

The girl didn’t stop though, "I think you’re special, just like me and Thomas, aren’t you?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about" I breathed, hand reaching for a paper.

But you can hear can’t you?

My temples burning. 

"Stop it" I breathed, hands holding my head.

"I knew you could do it too" 

"Do what?" I asked, more exhausted than interested.

"Talk…telepathically" 

I snorted.

"Thomas told me he did it with someone other than me" she breathed, her tone more curious than hostile.

"Why?" I found the strength to mutter, too devastated to even process the new information.

"I guess we’re different" she shrugged, hands clasping maps, as her hair fell in front of her face.

"Why didn’t you tell them? That you can talk to Thomas that way?" I asked.

"We can talk to Thomas that way" she corrected, than looked around "it’s not time yet" 

"What?" I tried to ask but was cut short as Newt entered the room, four boys behind him, Fry closing the row as he sit close to me, eyes taking in the view.

"Looks like we’re a long way from that dinner aren’t we?" 

I lightly smiled, sorrow already playing with my heart.

Hours went by, it was by noon as Newt finally decided we had to prepare for the night, his now leaders’ duty couldn’t wait.

I offered to help him out to take a break, hands as stiff as olds maps.

We exited the small room, shoulders touching as he faced me.

"Can you let it out?" He asked.

"Not yet" I shook my head.

Newts hands found my cheeks, making their way down towards my waist as he softly pulled me closer, hugging tightly.

"I’m not gonna let them take you" he whispered.

"Second-in-command number one priority" he stated, throwing a joke I didn’t catch.

"I’m not afraid for me" I mumbled against the skin of his shoulder, lips pressed onto his collar bone.

The boy breathed heavily, he didn’t need to ask.

His eyes locked on mines as he shifted.

His lips started moving but he quickly beat back what he was going to say, his eyes falling shut as he sighed.

The grip got loose as he pressed his forehead onto mine, "you don’t know how much I’ll give up to go back to that night one more time" he whispered, his eyes closed, his teeth pressed on his lower lip.

I smiled, taking in his scent, his presence.

"I never told you" I confessed "but I always suspected I knew you before all this mess, no way we got this close in so little".

"I’m glad you found your way back, then" he breathed.

I smiled, fondly.

"Let’s go" I broke the hold, slowly pulling his arm, Newt, sleepish smiling, followed me.

The next hours are a blur in my head; we arranged the big building just like we did the night it had rained, Newt ordering around to take food and any valuable object inside the building.

It felt like preparing to go to war.

I hardly left Newt’s side as I helped him accomplish tasks.

A couple hours before dawn we spotted Thomas and Minho’s figures slowly making their way towards the Glade, running at a defeated stance.

"Nothing new" muttered Minho, hands on his knees as he caught his breath back.

"How is it going with the code?" Thomas asked.

You know it. You asked her didn’t you? 

The boy looked ashamed at the ground.

"Pretty well, checked before, the shanks I choose are working their hands out." Newt.

"Good that" muttered the brunette.

"If what Gally said is true.." Eyes shooting my way.

"They’re gonna take someone else tonight" I mumbled, silence answered my statement.

They’re gonna take someone tonight, one of the faces I was looking at, would have disappeared, through a whole on the wall, or by the door, or anywhere the Grievers liked to go.

As the first ray of silver aimed for the Glade, a loud scream in the distance broke the chatting. 

Gladers hurrying inside the building, as Newt shut the door. 

Night begun and none of us was ready.

Mia 

(that’s it, my fav chapter by far; what do you think about it?”)

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chapter 22

"Sometime I wish we never met" I confessed, my eyes fixed on the blond.

Chuck brought me back to reality: "why?" He asked, voice low, heart heavy.

"It’s devastating when you care about someone that much, if something ever happens to him I-" but I kept quiet.

What could I have possibly done? 

Scream?

Fight?

Cry?

What was a stupid girl gonna do against the Creators? 

"Newt can take care of himself" the boy whispered, "he’s good but he’s brave too, you don’t have to worry".

I smiled, "I won’t" heart aching at the mere thought, when sleep finally won. 

I was shaken awake by someone ripping my sheets off my body, their hands quickly getting me further from the wall.

A scream came, than another.

The mere sound in the distance making my skin wince.

They were coming and by the sound of it, it looked like there were a thousand waiting outside.

Suddenly, Gally’s theory seemed as valid as anyone’s.

So many Grievers for only one boy? 

Odd.

A lush of metallic arms cut the silence, a boy crying in the further of the room.

There was a thumb, than a swing and in seconds the whole structure started lurching.

"Stay in the middle!" Screamed Minho, his voice steady.

My arms wrapped Chuck’s body as I pushed the little boy as far away as the walls as possible.

Silence overcame again, not a breath, I was pretty sure every single Glader was holding it in.

Then in a fanatic sequence of sounds, we heard a scream, the sound of fight, the wood cracking, "take Alby!", the thud of a body falling against the floor, the hitch scream of a Griever and silence again.

As i moved, making my way toward the entrance, I was able to open the door a little, peeking at the sight of Grievers happily running away, clinched in their strong hold was a body of someone I didn’t recognize.

I turned around, eyes frenetically scanned the room.

Chuck was still around my arms, Thomas in the corner holding Teresa’s hand, Minho with something that looked like a blade looking around.

My heartbeat increased as I moved for the other side of the room, arms pushing aside scared Gladers and there I saw him, eyes sad, his breath shorten, his legs weak, he was glancing at the Glade through the window on the left as he turned around.

"They took Nick".

Thomas sneaked behind us.

"We have to leave" he breathed.

"Tomorrow" stated Newt.

"Tomorrow morning we leave"

Nobody tried to question.

The morning arrived, this time later than usual.

We spent the hours between the Grievers attack to the first morning lights to arrange the codes, preparing a plan, a route.

Minho and Thomas explaining they had a idea of where to head, but it was crazy and stupid and absolutely worth it. 

The hours spent trying to get the Maze maps revealing some words, without a very reasonable meaning.

All we had was a route, some words and hope. 

But that was all we needed. 

As the morning light finally crept in, Newt was by Minho’s side as they explained to the crowd of Gladers what was the plan.

Some were skeptical, some just eager to leave the place before night came and someone, incredibly, bored.

The one who was the most doubtful, was Alby.

"I saw things, Newt! And believe me when I say you don’t wanna leave this place" 

"I know you guys are scared, but this isn’t our home, we were trapped here and we need to leave" Thomas spoke.

The crowd went silent. 

"If we don’t leave now, they’re gonna take you slintheads!" Minho yelling.

Silence filled the Glade.

"We leave now or we lose all" Thomas again.

"Alright, thank you, we’re all bloody inspired" Newt. 

"Decide what you want to do, people who want to go, come help us pack things for the lovely trip" he turned to the left, Gladers following him to the Homestead.

Fry was going around giving out food for the trip when someone hold my shoulder.

I quickly turned around, shivering by the sudden contact. 

As i met Alby’s crazy eyes, my fear only increased.

He darkly chuckled, tongue between his theet, as he opened his mouth to speak, closing it again quickly.

His eyes spinning, he closed them and when he opened them again he looked as normal as ever.

"You…" He muttered.

"You of all people should despite them the most" his words were arid, hard, dry.

I widened my eyes, Alby went crazy and I knew it, but what did he mean? 

"Guys! Help us out!" Teresa spoke.

Alby left the hold on my shoulder, looking one last time sadly in my eyes, before heading the opposite way.

Minho came jogging, his hand brushing my arm, "what was that?" 

I shook my head "he officially went nuts". 

you..

Of all people..

Should despite them..

The most.. 

What did they do to me?

Mia

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chapter 23

"I’m sorry" I whispered as I hugged him thigh, face pressed on his back.

"I’m so sorry for what had happened to you"

His body suddenly relaxed, his hand covering his mouth.

"You don’t deserve this I’m so sorry" his body fell to the ground, again, me slowly falling with him.

I moved close to his face.

"We’ll find a way, okay? Me and you, together"

His back moving with big sobs; the boy was letting it all out at once.

Minho would have laughed it off.

Minho…

"You hear me?" My heart aching as I held his head between my hands, his hands finally leaving his face.

"We will make it".

The events of that night will forever be inked into my mind, just like Newt’s following words: "I hate this place".

That night I spent most of my time close to Newt, heads towards the big doors, hoping for something to happen, wishing they would open any minute.

The Gladers were off to sleep even if I thought many of them were faking.

My hand glued into Newt’s as he rested his head onto the wood of the Homestead.

"Do you ever believe what is like out there?" He asked out of the blue, I shook my head.

I was too caught up in leaving the place that I never really thought about what was waiting for me on the other side.

"Do you?" I asked.

He nodded his head smiling.

"Very often really, things kinda changed since you showed up" his eyes were sparkling as a frown made its way onto my face.

"What do you mean?"

He shrugged: "I don’t think about it that much, or if I do, I kinda picture you with me" his lips left a chuckle as he looked my way, sighing.

I smiled, scooting closer, lightly bumping my shoulder with his.

I had no clue if anyone was hearing us or if the friends I had were running for their lives behind the Walls, everything, magically, felt alright.

The next seconds though were rushed; a scream, as loud as you can imagine, echoed inside the Walls, our heads instantly turning to the Maze, but the scream came again, louder and I found it scary when I realized it was from the med-jacks hut.

It was late at night, and darkness swallowed the Glade as I quickly lifted myself up, not thinking twice as I got a light and stumbled into the blackness, Newt hurrying behind.

The scream stopped just as I could spot the hut a few feet away from me, the door was shut open and my heart crumbled.

"Y/N? What do you see?" I heard Newt ask behind, his body eaten by darkness, I couldn’t tell if he was on my right, or on my left.

"The me-" but I wasn’t quick enough, as I was shoved to the ground, something or someone pushing me down from my right.

As i fell with a loud tumb to the ground, a gasp left my lips.

"Y/N?! Y/N?!" Newt was screaming now, but I couldn’t respond, the stranger glued to my body, his legs holding firmly mine as his hands were steadying my wrists.

The light fell just a feet or two away from us, leaving as much light as I needed to spot my attackers face.

Her hair were prettily falling down her shoulders, her eyes, as much as I could see them, were bright blue.

"You’re the girl! What are you doing?!" I managed to say, before she took out a knife, pointing it towards my neck.

"Who are you? Where am I? What do you want from me?"

"Easy there" we heard, as Newt’s steps finally reached us.

"I’d suggest you give me the knife" the boy spoke, his words as empty as my promises.

The girl shook her head, the weapon now touching my skin.

"Tell me who are you or she’s dead"

"Just stub me already" I spoke, her eyes on me again.

"For god sake Y/N just shut your mouth" Newt said, slowly kneeling to the ground.

"We’re in the Glade" he whispered, now eye level with the girl.

"This here you’re trying to stab is a very close friend of mine and I wouldn’t risk it if I were you, I’m not in the mood for a play tonight" his tone was light, like he was talking about candies, but his movements were not, he firmly hold his hand out, hinting the girl to give the knife back.

The brunette shifted a second, considering to think about it, then she handed him the knife, eyes lost.

"I’m Teresa, but I can’t remember were am I nor why I’m here"

"Happened to us all" I coughed, finally breathing again as she left her hold on my body.

"We’ll explain it all but for the moment I think you should spend the night in the pit" Newt stepped forward.

"Thomas" she whispered, "I need to talk to him".

My heart fell into my stomach as I hold Newt’s hand "let her be, she was scared".

The boy’s face as stoic as it had ever been, "we’ll see that tomorrow".

With that, they disappeared again into the night, me following behind.

As Newt sealed the bars, I squatted down looking at her.

"You said you need…Thomas?" I asked.

She nodded frenetically.

"Why though?"

"Can’t say"

I sighed standing up from the ground.

"Good night" as I left with Newt.

"Today the all bloody world seems to hate me" he half-yelled, the night in its deepest.

"And you and your mouth are gonna get us all killed" he mumbled.

"I’m glad you’re fine too" I scoffed.

"I can’t even look at you you dumb shank"

"Hey!"

"As hot-headed as Minho" he mumbled, his phrase dying at the end.

"I think we can call this a night, come on, let’s go sleep" I hold his hand, as we tiredly made our way inside the Homestead.

Mia

(I really like this one)

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chapter 19

I was feeling Newt going stiff at the upcoming moment, clearly not ready to take all the Glade’s responsibilities upon him; that was why I was stuck by his side, waiting for the break down that never came.

"These coward shanks" Alby whispered, fighting violently with his shoes laces.

"Let’s go Alby" we heard Minho’s distant voice as the leader mumbled something under his breath, standing up and patting Newt’s shoulder.

"You’re in charge" he managed to say, before following Minho into the depths of the Maze.

I kept close to Newt all day, following the boy around like a lost puppy.

I got to see him in charge as he kept passing pissed Gladers and lazy boys.

He did back and forth to the med jack almost a dozen times, eventually hearing a scold from Jeff: "you’ll be the first to know if this damn girl wakes up", he looked full of all the sudden events too.

The blond silently nodded, keeping on running around like a maniac.

The moment a problem was solved someone would come up asking to solve another one; more than once I felt the urge to break in but I kept silent, not wanting to steal Newt’s authoritarian position.

By afternoon, Newt turned around annoyed: "I said I’m fine! Just go".

To be honest, he was very glad for the girl to stick around him, but he would have never admitted it.

"I know" I replied.

Newt took a step, me following behind.

The blond stopped again, sighing, the only way to make me leave was to throw his lines at me and he knew them very well.

"I get it, you adore me and all, but you actually look too caught up, nobody’s gonna steal me." 

I didn’t move, nor flinch, stubborn.

If that was the game he was gonna play, he could have kept at it for as long as he liked, I didn’t have any doubt I wouldn’t have left him alone that day.

"You caught me, let’s go now" I pushed the boy as he groaned defeated.

"You’re impossible!".

By late afternoon a scary calmness surrounded the Maze; the boys were all finishing up their jobs, plans for the next day were arranged and no one seemed to have any complaint whatsoever.

Newt could actually breath for the first time that morning until: "Hey, Newt?" 

We both turned around.

Thomas was standing half stubbornly close, as he was scratching his hand.

"Weren’t Alby and Minho meant to come back already?" 

Newt’s body went stiff again as he quickly clarified "they’re coming back". 

"Shouldn’t we send someone to-"

I fired dead the guy: "he said they’re coming back, Thomas".

The boy looked like he wanted to say something but quickly bit his tongue, half nodding, eyes far from being peaceful, as he stepped away.

It was starting to get very late by now and like the moment Alby had left, Newt’s muscles were tense, his body already reacting to loss.

"Hey, it’s okay" I whispered, gently caressing his right shoulder.

Newt sent me a sorrowful look, gazing the ground.

"You were amazing today" he chuckled "believe me, I’ve seen it all" I smiled.

"Your personal shadow" I laughed again, Newt’s arm lifted towards me, holding me tightly and softly kissing my head: "more like my strength" he confessed.

His breath warm against my temples as I held him tighter. 

"Gonna check this shanks, see if everything’s ready for dinner" he slowly (painfully) let go, taking a step back.

"Can i trust to leave you alone for a couple of minutes?" I asked, the blond grinning.

"See you in a sec".

As he was making his way towards the tables, everything happened, in a flash.

The sound of the big doors closing, Thomas’ scream "here they are! Newt!".

Newt’s head flashing backwards, "don’t do it Tommy, don’t you bloody do it!"

Me sprinting towards the entrance.

By the time I almost reached him, Thomas looked my way, his lips moving slowly "I’m sorry" he mumbled.

My arms stretching out to catch thin air as he slipped in, leaving darkness and nothing else behind.

Thomas did it, he entered the Maze.

Mia

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chapter 18