Hi! In this story there will be some adult themes and I just want you to know that I will always warn you at the beginning of the chapter. Also you should know thst the beautiful boy's face was not my ides by James Dashner's. At the beging of this fic thr keeper of the runners is Newt and not Minho. Thank you so much for checking out my first fanfic I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: The Maze Runner belongs to the amazing James Dashner.
A flash of a beautiful face.
Alby arose from his peaceful sleep, and ran a hand over his scalp. The dream kept on coming back to him no matter how hard he tried to forget; it seemed the harder he tried the more it surged to the front of his thoughts.
When he had woken up in the box he had seen his parents and the boy; they were the only things he remembered from his past life except for his own name. The boy had dirty blond hair that fell to his shoulders; chocolate eyes just a shade lighter than his own, and freckles that littered his cheeks.
Newt.
It had been one hell of a shock when he noticed that he was the exact same boy from his memory. It seemed though that Newt didn't remeber him. It always plaged Alby to know that he knew him before getting dumped in this hell hole.
Alby never admitted that he knew him.
When Alby entered the kitchen he was met with several pairs of eyes on him: the runners, Frypan, and Nick, the leader of the Glade. He walked towards them and sat between Minho and Newt. Minho was devouring his eggs while Newt just picked at his seemingly uninterested.
"Did Frypan burn your eggs or something?" Alby joked nudging Newt with his elbow.
Newt didn't respond and just kept on swirling his eggs across his plate.
It had been like this for a while, every day Newt kept getting more and more distant. Rarely had Alby seen the old boy who would try to cheer everyone up just a couple of months ago. No one ever commented on his behavior but it was obvious that everyone had noticed the severe drop in his mood. It hurt Alby to see Newt like this it felt like his friend was slowly slipping away from him.
For the rest of the meal Alby remained silent.
Alby followed Nick towards the east door to see Newt and Minho off. The two got their stuff together and were just about to head in when Alby stopped them.
"Be careful out there." He said lamely.
Minho turned towards him and gave him a playful glare. "We will shuck face."
Newt looked back at Alby with grief imprinted in his eyes. The sight hurt Alby's heart, but as soon as he looked back Newt was staring forward again and he ran towards the door with Minho right on his heels.
He spent the rest of the day showing the new greenie the fields, so he could see which job suited him, and he helped Nick with work around the Glade.
He was just walking out of the homestead when he saw the first runner return from the maze. One by one they came back. Alby jogged towards the map room to see what progress they had made today. Only when entering did he notice that they were missing someone, Newt.
He checked his watch; he was supposed to be back five minutes ago. He waited five more before heading towards the east door.
"Where do you think he is?" Minho asked from behind him.
Fifteen minutes until the doors close for the night. Fifteen minutes until Newt was lost forever. He pushed that thought out of his mind and strained his ears to see if he could hear footsteps.
Nothing.
That's when he started to run. Shouts from Minho could be heard telling him to get back here, but he didn't listen; he just kept running into the dark maze that had haunted him since he had first arrived.
When Alby hit section seven, Newt's section, he paused before heading for the center of the section.
He had never been in the maze himself but every week he and Nick studied the maps themselves to see if they were missing something. It made him quite the expert of the maze.
Perspiration ran down his face and made his shirt cling to his chest. The air was colder in the maze because of the tall stone walls that encased him and made him feel trapped; which he was in fact, they all were. Ivy twisted along the walls like knitted clothing and cracks lined the floors.
Alby heard a moan from ahead and his spirits dropped. He turned one last corner and stopped immediately at the sight.
His best friend laid sprawled on the floor two dozen feet away.
Alby sprinted towards the broken looking figure and kneeled down above him. He seemed to be unconscious; just to be sure Alby pressed his fingers against the boys neck and felt for a heartbeat. Tears started to fill his eyes and he nearly jumped back when he felt the small hum of his heart against his fingers.
That's when he saw Newt's leg, the sight made him want to vomit. It was a deep shade of purple and red and stuck out in the wrong direction; bones protruded under his skin that he swore were not supposed to.
"It's going to be okay Newt" Alby sobbed while picking up Newt in his arms. He said it more to reassure himself than Newt.
The boy whimpered in pain and Alby tried to be more gentle but they didn't really have that much time until the doors closed. Alby started to jog as fast as he could with Newt in his arms.
Alby almost missed the words that Newt managed to get out of his mouth.
"I'm sorry, Alby."
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