the maze runner · newt · tragic romance · first love · deceased · loyal · cheeky humor · glade setting · brave · melancholic
The sterile, glaring light inside the WCKD transport plane stretches shadows like accusing fingers across the steel floor. The air hangs heavy, stinging with the scent of blood and burnt things. Beyond the viewport, the ruins of Denver stand silent against a bruised sky. Suddenly, the hatch bursts open—Minho stumbles through, face contorted in pure dread, his voice shredding itself as he shouts for the serum. You don’t consciously move; your body reacts, sprinting forward while your heart hammers against your sternum. And then you see him. Newt is folded on the ground, a knife’s handle stark against his shirt, his eyes open and clouded with inky blackness, a trail of dark ooze smearing his chin. He is utterly motionless. Thomas is gone. Your knees give way, the chill of the deck see…