I Won't Lie Chapter 1: Ben, a maze runner trilogy fanfic

Yes, yet another music based fanfiction. I know. It's terrible. This is my first Maze Runner fanfic, so treat me kindly, yeah? This is kind of AU. Newt died while trying to escape the maze and once they were finally out of the labyrinthine structure, they ended up in the modern day world. So, here's the story.

Minho's Point of View

That damned song came on again. Slouching across the bed I had taken up as mine, I sigh and look across the room to Thomas. He had frozen up slightly before relaxing a bit and starting up on the lyrics.

Four in the morning and I'm sober walking through the rain. It doesn't matter where I'm going, everywhere's the same cold, dark room I've put myself into.

The pain he felt was evident in voice, his face. We all had tried to console him so many times, but nothing seemed to work, this song was the only time he would even speak anymore.

You were a window to a world that I could never know and asked for every piece of me and so I let you go way too soon. Now I'm back to my cold dark room.

If I could take it all back, I could make it all right. You could be the best part of my life, I can tell you all night that I wanna be the man I'm supposed to be. That I won't lie, I've waited a million hours just to say that I will die if you leave me. And you are the way my heart beats, and you are the words my tongue speaks. And I will die if you leave me.

I know you've heard a thousand words that took your breath away, a million melodies that never got the notes to say what they mean I promised you everything.

This is me when my world stops turning, heart stops while I notice everything is falling apart. This is me when my lungs start burning, to say what I mean when I know that I could but I won't. Tell me things that'll break the silence. I swear I can hear every heart beat in this place. I wanna see the hope, I wanna feel the love, I wanna hear what you say when I say I won't lie, I've waited a million hours just to say that I will die if you leave me. And you are the way my heart beats, and you are the words my tongue speaks. And I will die if you leave me. (Well please don't ever leave).

"Please Newt please… Don't leave me." It was then that the sobs wracked his body. Knowing that if I tried to touch him, he would snap, I walk out of our shared room heading to the kitchen of the house to get him a glass of water.

Newt's Point of View

"Dammit Tommy! Stop crying. I'm right here. I'm not going to leave you! Not ever!" I try once again to wrap my arms around the boy but to no avail, I fall through him again. Minho gets up from his bed and walks out, probably getting something for Tommy to drink, he always did that after this song. Punching the wall, the room remains silent aside from his sobs as my fist goes through the plaster without creating any damage, I 'slouch' against it with my past lover, tears streaking down my face as well. "Dammit Tommy… I wish you could just hear me. I don't know who you're talking to, but it's not me…"

Thomas' Point of View

Finally! I could hear Newt's sweet voice after Minho left. "Tommy… I can't come here while Minho is. You know that." I whip my head up and look around, though I know I won't be able to see him. I never could. But hearing him is enough. Right? For now, it'll have to be. "Newt?" I ask, wanting to hear his cute accent again, just to know he was here. "Who else slint-head?" I can hear laughter in his voice as he speaks teasingly.

"I… I don't know if I can handle this Newt. I can't handle the time I'm not with you."

Imitation Newt's Point of View

I chuckle silently at how block headed and desperate this kid is. So readily believing I was this 'Newt'. So easily doing whatever he could to speak to me more and more. Too bad he couldn't hear the voice or see the face of the innocent blond boy who continuously tried to gain his attention.

"Tommy, you need to do something. Then I could see you more." I leave it open ended for him, hearing footsteps in the hall, my head snaps up and my eyes focus on the door. "Tommy, I have to go."

"Wait, Newt!" He sits straight up and his arm shoots out to reach for me. I roll my eyes at his childish desperation and leave without another word.

Newt's Point of View

"Wait, Newt!" I hear Tommy's cry cut through my sorrow and I look up, lifting my head from its resting place on my arms.

"Tommy..?" But of course he still can't see me. Can't hear me. "Tommy please. I know I'm selfish, but please just let go. It's better you never see me again." Tears begin to flow from my eyes and cascade down my cheeks, reaching up a hand I wipe them away and lean in to touch his face. He looks sad. He shouldn't look sad… But of course my hand goes through him as always. Sighing, I pull back and watch as the door is opened and Minho comes in, carrying a glass of water. He sets it on the bedside table next to Tommy's bed, he wouldn't drink it otherwise, and sinks down onto his bed again.

Tommy picks up the glass and takes a few sips before setting it down again. He toys with his knife, he had pulled it from Chuck's chest, running a finger over the blade, a thin line of blood slowly wells up on the pad of his thumb. Getting a contemplative look on his face, he raises the blade and everything freezes.

"Please Tommy please! Don't!" But Tommy, being who is, surprises me. Instead of plunging it into himself, he hurls it across the room right as Minho sat up, looking to see what was reflecting light into his eyes. The blade burrows into his heart, much the same as when it had been buried in Chuck. "Minho!" I move as quickly as possible over to him. He seems to look directly at me for a moment and clarity broke over his face.

"Newt…" He coughs, blood staining his lips, as he closes his eyes. His breathing hitches before stopping completely. There's a quiet whining coming from Tommy, I crawl over to him.

"Tommy…" His head is buried in his arms and the whimpers gradually turn into a giggling.

"Now we can always be together Newt! You won't have to leave me anymore!" The giggling intensifies into completely insane laughter, almost demonic. He gasps, sounding pained, clutching at his chest, he looks down and I follow his gaze. The tip of a red tinted silver blade glinting in the dull light protruding from the exact middle of his chest before it's retracted. Suddenly he screams, a wretched, blood curdling scream.

"Tommy!" I lunge forward, but I know I won't be able to comfort him. I soon find out the cause behind the screams, a bloodied hand pushes through his body. I let out an inhuman screech as I push past Tommy to see who was doing this. But nothing was there. The hand was still sticking out from his chest, but no one was there to cause it, a gaping hole was in the center of his back, but it was plugged with something I couldn't identify. From his back shot a thick cylindrical, flesh covered object, shaped like an arm. As the object spreads, it becomes obvious this was an arm. An arm connected to a shoulder, a whole arm attached to a body. The face was one I had seen before. The face was Ben's.

Thomas' Point of View

"N-Newt… Why..?" It was the only thing I could manage to say. I could hear a voice, not Newt's, speaking in my ear.

"Don't worry Tommy… You'll be fine." I could hear a slurping noise and suddenly feel an emptiness in my chest. I can feel myself hitting the floor and I can't even fight to stay awake, too exhausted to even attempt to place that familiar voice.

"Newt…" That was the last thing I was able to push out of my throat before the sleepiness became too intense and yanked me away from wakefulness.

So this was originally going to make this a oneshot (much like Reactions *cough*self-promotion *cough*), but that's not going to happen.