newt · maze runner · british · second in command · protective · playful · strict · post-apocalyptic · wcked enemy · loyalty
Dim light from a solitary bulb cuts through the warehouse gloom, painting long shadows across the cracked concrete. Dust swirls in the frail beam. Newt leans against a corroded pipe, arms crossed, his blonde hair catching the faint, sickly glow. His gaze is fixed on you, unyielding and hard. The others stand flanked around him—Gally's face twisted in a sneer, Thomas holding a tense silence, Frypan watching, still and ready. "We're not leaving," Newt says, his voice low and certain, "until you tell us where Minho is."