Hey guys, just finished the Maze Runner. After seeing Thomas Sangster, I'm just like *plays hallelujah in the background*...
Newt is AMAZEBALLS. Just never mention page 250 and I'm good. This is the Maze Runner with a little twist, ultimately making the whole thing kinda change. Kinda. Don't own any of the characters, only the OCs. Hope you guys enjoy!
P.S. Let's assume Newt is straight
Netanya's POV
Darkness, darkness everywhere. The sound of metal grinding against metal vibrated around me. I tried to remember how I had got into this elevator. Nothing. I couldn't remember anything. Surprised I tried to remember what I remembered last. Nothing. At this I got scared. I tried to remember my parents. Blank. This time, dread filled me. What was happening? What happened to my life? Why couldn't I remember anything? With absolutely nothing of my past clear to me, I tried to ask myself the simplest question possible. What was my name? Netanya, I thought.
"Help!" I screamed, my voice hoarse. "Someone, anyone!" I stumbled around in the dark until I fell over something. I got up and felt around. Suddenly, I red light started flashing. I looked down to see a girl, lifeless, on the floor. I screamed and scrambled to the furthest corner I could get. Cradling my legs in my arms, I rocked myself back and forth, muttering my name over and over again. It was all I had. How long would I be in here?
All of a sudden, the elevator stopped and there was another grinding noise, but this time from the top. I buried myself deeper into the crevice and felt a jab at my side. I looked around to see a pointed knife in a crate. I slowly extracted it, without drawing attention. Voices came from outside. Soon, a pair of feet entered the box.
"Holy..." it muttered, as a second pair followed.
"No way,' said the other. I could hear voices from outside making a commotion, but one question stood out from the crowd: What had happened? The two guys didn't seem to notice me yet, I slowly got into a crouch and sprang. I held a knife to one of the guy's throats. He had blond hair and dark, brown eyes. The other guy was already hauling the dead girl to the surface.
"Where am I?" I hissed with all the poison I had, but I was weak and confused.
"Whoa, put the bloody knife down, we're not gonna hurt you,' he said. I didn't waver, waiting for my answer. "Come on, put the knife down. You'll see where you are once you're out of the Box." Hesitantly, I pulled the knife away from his neck. He walked to a rope which was hanging down and gestured me towards it. I cautiously approached him and waited.
"We're gonna need another rope!" he shouted to the surface. A voice from outside answered while lowering a rope.
"Why? We got supplies?" he asked. The Blonde Boy glanced at me.
"Not exactly," he replied. Once we both got a bearing on the ropes, Blonde Boy tugged it to let the others know we were ready to be hauled. As soon as I reached the surface, there was a collective gasp. Everyone was silent until a boy with flaming red hair spoke.
"So we get our Klunk-head, shucking greenie one day and he messes up everything and then the very next day, the Box comes up with a girl who is dead then another girl just pops out of the Box? What in the shucking Glade is happening?!" he shouted. I already knew that I didn't like this guy.
"What type of language do you speak? Idiot?" I spat at him. Lots of boys looked at me, clearly surprised and chuckled. The boy, who had become as red as his hair, scowled so deeply, I thought it was permanent. Once again, it hit me, I didn't know where the hell I was, who I was and what the heck I did to get here. The red-head was about to speak again, but the dead girl suddenly took a sharp intake of breath. Everyone kind of jumped backwards.
"Everything is going to change," she said before dropping dead again, her right hand making a fist in the air. Blonde Boy slowly extracted what seemed to be a piece of paper which was enclosed in her hand. He read it out loud.
"This is the last one. EVER," he muttered. Everyone took a collective gasp and broke into a commotion. The other guy who had been in the Box seemed to get everyone under control again. I realised that he must've been the leader. I watched as they took the girl to an old, run-down building. Everyone seemed to scatter at that point, under the leader's orders. It was almost as if no one remembered or even saw the confused, dirty girl who was looking around hopelessly. I crumpled to the ground and felt the warm tears rolling off my cheeks. Suddenly, I voice appeared beside me. I lifted my head to see a boy with brown hair and next to him, Blonde Boy.
"Hey, you alright," he asked. I just looked up at him, the tears falling like a waterfall. He took a seat beside me.
"I know it's confusing, but you're in the Glade. Every month, a boy is sent here, their memory completely wiped. Well, that's until now. I arrived yesterday. Someone shouldn't have arrived until next month," he said.
"Who did this to us?" I whispered, horrified at the idea of people just kidnapping kids and placing them in a random place to fend for themselves. The boy just shrugged.
"The only thing we remember is our name," he said. Blonde Boy crouched in front of me.
"My name's Newt," he said.
"Like the reptile?" I asked. He scowled. His name was so ridiculous, it brought a smile to my face, but only for a moment.
"What do you remember?" Newt asked.
"Netanya. My name is Netanya and..." Suddenly, a name crossed my mind. I just blurted it out. "Thomas. I remember the name Thomas. Suddenly, Newt looked confused and stared at the boy next to me.
"Netanya, meet Thomas," Newt mumbled, gesturing at the brown-haired boy. For some reason, I felt embarrassed for knowing his name. "You know, Thomas, she must be hungry. go fetch a sandwich, will ya?" Once Thomas was gone, I started talking again.
"Am I supposed to know that?" I asked, feeling oddly guilty.
"Not exactly," he said. I felt like a complete idiot and failure. I'm sent to a group of weird kids who don't know anything about their past and I manage to be weird even by their standards. I threw my hands up and wanted to scream, but suppressed it. Instead, I curled into a ball.
"I'm the weirdest most idiotic human in the world, aren't I?" I cried.
"Hey, I know it's confusing and annoying, but you'll get used to it, Net," Newt said soothingly.
"Don't call me that," I said, putting my head up. Newt put his hands up.
"Sorry, already done, Net," he said with a smirk.
"You know, Blondie is a pretty bad name," I said, mock-considering the name.
"You wouldn't," he said.
"Oh yeah, Blondie?" I retorted.
"Fine, Netty," he said back. I groaned. He knew I hated it. "Fine, then quit calling me Blondie," he offered.
"Guess I'm stuck with the horrible name, Blondie," I said. I nudged him and he chuckled. A nice chuckle, not too high or deep. Thomas returned with two sandwiches. He gave both to me before hurrying off. I didn't blame him. He must've been creeped out by me, a psycho girl who knew his name somehow. I wolfed down the food while Newt explained the order and rules in the Glade. Suddenly, a short, cherubic boy ran up to Newt.
"The runners are back," he said, huffing. Newt nodded and stood up.
"Chuck, could you make space for Netty and tell her the basics about the Glade?" Newt asked the chubby boy. The boy nodded and looked down at me.
"My name's Chuck, shuck," said Chuck. I glared at him.
"I don't don't know what that word means. I don't even know what Klunk-head means, but I will call you Klunkhead from now on if you call me "shuck" one more time. Clear?" I said, sternly. The boy seemed kind of surprised at how annoyed I was.
"Word of advice, Netty, doesn't like nicknames of any sort," Newt loudly whispered to Chuck. Chuck nodded and started walking, gesturing for me to follow him.
"I gotta go and check on the runners, but I'll see you soon," Newt said. I nodded as I watched him run across the Glade, already missing his presence.
Blonde Boy, I thought and smiled. Blondie.