A/N: This story is dedicated to Newt, and my way of writing him back to life. :)
This is mainly about Newt, but also has Minho and a few other Gladers. The only cautioning is violence, and a non-Glader character death (not an OC either). However, this contains a mix of action/thriller/emotional stuff. It will mainly be third person-omniscient, but the prologue and epilogue are under POV's. Thank you for reading this. Reviews are welcome. I'll do my best to make this sad, but happy in another way!
Disclaimer: I do not own TMR. Dashner owns it. I wish Newt was mine though! :)
Enjoy!
Prologue
I couldn't keep waiting.
I couldn't understand why he wouldn't do it.
It was my only wish.
It was my last wish on this unwholesome earth.
I knew he could help me.
He would end my misery.
But he hesitated.
He didn't want to do it.
I understand why, for we both were friends.
But I needed him to do it, just a simple act.
His dark eyes showed he was capable.
Yet his dark eyes showed more than that.
They showed pity.
They showed compassion.
They showed reluctance.
They showed remorse.
They showed love.
It would he hard, yet at the same time it wouldn't.
He just needed to squeeze that trigger.
And my suffering would end.
Permanently.
It would all come to an end.
He wouldn't need to see it either, to witness a friend go mad.
He would leave with the others, and be happy.
Wouldn't he?
I wrote that note, and I meant it with all my heart.
My friends wouldn't do what I asked, anyone except him.
I hate him for hesitating.
But I don't hate him.
"Please, Tommy," I had pleaded in earnest.
But he wasn't moving.
I wanted to stay, to live a real life outside of the Maze.
I knew I couldn't.
I knew I would go insane.
Then I cried.
The tears fell no matter how hard I tried to be strong.
"I can't take it anymore," I whispered.
Something changed in the boy's eyes, something that told me he was ready.
So was I.
In that moment, he squeezed the trigger and ended it.
Ended it all.
I didn't feel anything, nothing at all.
Then one thought invaded my dying self.
Where do people go after death?
I saw nothing, an empty void.
I was expecting heaven with golden streets and angels of light.
I was expecting if not a fiery chasm, where the devil awaited my broken soul.
But there was neither.
There was nothing at all.
I opened my eyes, and saw something through my blurred vision.
A pool of dark red obscured it.
As my eyes cleared, I saw dirt.
I saw blood.
I saw everything I had seen before.
Except my friend.
Was I not dead?
Then I felt it.
I felt pain radiating from somewhere in my weary body.
But it wasn't from my head.
By Casey Aldrich