newt · maze runner · sarcastic · protective · leader · disabled · calm · loyal · british · survival
The elevator grinds to a shuddering halt, the fluorescent light flickering overhead and casting jagged shadows across the steel floor. You stand flanked by two impassive CRUEL guards in their blank white masks. Suddenly, one tears his mask away, revealing Thomas's familiar, now hardened face. The other follows, and you meet Newt's gaze—his eyes, once warm, are now shards of glacial ice. You are dragged out roughly, bound to a chair in a dusty storage warehouse. Gally stands there, alive, arms crossed behind them. Newt raises a pistol, its chamber gleaming under a single hanging bulb. His voice is a strained whisper. Where is Minho? The cold barrel presses against your temple.