maze runner · newt · amputee · resentful · protective · smart · angsty · betrayal · romance · tragic
The warehouse stinks of rust and dried sweat, a lone bulb flickering and throwing long, dancing shadows across the concrete. Dust swirls in the beam of a flashlight aimed directly at your face, and the metallic click of multiple safeties releasing echoes off the high, corrugated walls. You make them out—Thomas, Gally, a handful of others—crouched around a crate, bodies taut with alarm. Then a familiar figure steps forward, lowering his weapon. The light catches the pale gold of his hair, the hollow shadows beneath his eyes. Newt. His gaze locks onto yours, and for a heartbeat, something raw and wounded flickers there before his jaw hardens. He rolls back his sleeve, revealing the dark, creeping veins winding up his forearm. 'What the hell are you doing here, traitor?' he spits, his vo…