I still don't own any of the characters other than Skylar and Billie.
Also, this chapter doesn't really focus on Newt and Sky's relationship. I just don't have any ideas on how to create romantic scenes within the Glade. Any ideas would help if you wanted more of the chemistry.
Disclaimer: James Dasher owns everything
on with the story...
Chapter 11 - All Good Things Must End
Sadly, like all good things, the happy days had to come to an end.
It had been two months since Newt and I had started dating if you could even call it dating; we just hung out more than usual, when I wasn't running the maze and he wasn't doing official glade business, along with the occasional kiss.
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I was running through the maze, like normal, when a griever came out of nowhere.
I ran, trying to escape when I clumsily tripped on a fallen piece of rock. When I tried to get back up, pain shot through my body. By the time I was able to move again the griever was upon me. I drew my knife and tried to fight the best I could. It didn't seem to want to seriously injure me which seemed odd.
The griever came closer and I fell back against the wall. I screamed as the griever grabbed my wrist. It pulled me closer as if to take me away when I saw my knife; it had been knocked out of my hand when I first fought the griever.
I snatched it up and cut off the arm that was holding me. The griever froze and screeched as its arm was severed. I bolted, as much as I could with my ankle screaming in pain.
I realized later that I had not been stung.
My foot looked sprained and I'm pretty sure my wrist was broken, it had swelled and hurt like hell. I limped my way to the glade, barely missing the doors closing. They shut the minute I fell in the glade.
Newt picked me up bridal style and carried me to the med-jacks. I was too tired to argue. I fell asleep as soon as I was laid down in a bed.
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I woke the next morning to see Newt hunched over in a chair. I groaned as I tried to sit up.
Newt woke dazed before he saw me. "Sky! I'm so glad you're okay." He pushed me back down on the pillows. "Whoa, slow down. You broke your wrist and fractured your foot. You'll need to take it easy for a while."
I smiled at his concern before feeling the pain. "Bloody hell that hurts." I laid back down, taking care to do so gently without using my wrist. "How long am I on bed rest?"
Newt chuckled, "eager to leave I see." He paused to really consider my question. "Umm... Clint said about a month, a little more maybe? You can't walk on your foot for three weeks then you need time to get used to walking again."
I scowled. "Great, bed rest. Bloody bed rest. My favorite activity."
Newt chuckled, amused at my sarcasm.
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Alby came in an hour later asking what happened.
"A bloody griever happened that's what. It came out of nowhere." I took a deep breath. "I ran but I tripped, as you can see, and I had to fight it to get away. Miraculously, I wasn't stung and I made it back here, but just barely."
Alby was quiet for a moment, taking in my story. "What's a shuckin' griever doing out in the day? Usually, they come out at night."
I shrugged. I couldn't answer that question any more than he could. "Ask the bloody creators."
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The next month was pure torture. I couldn't leave my bed for three weeks...then I needed a bloody crutch to walk. I also couldn't run for another whole month! A month...
The only good thing was that I was confined to the glade, even if I couldn't do much. I mostly followed Newt around, when I could, or watched the track-hoes. It was very funny to watch George and Billie annoy everyone until finally doing their work. But that got boring real soon.
I'd help where I could but when you can't walk it's not much.
Newt ran my route on some days but he tripped. (There are apparently a lot of cracks, holes, and fallen rocks in the maze) Newt was confined to bed rest for a week. His ankle would be sore but he hadn't damaged it as bad as I did. He had only sprained his ankle, I'm pretty sure his hearing was also damaged, but that was within the glade. My hearing was still returning from both the combined questioning and talking from George and Billie, along with Minho relentless sarcasm.
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On most days I studied the maps, trying to find a way out. Didn't find much...
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The day before I could run again I accidentally moved the maps so that they overlapped. When I looked over I saw that they formed something. Looking closer I could make out an F. My first clue!
I spent most of the night in the map room. I didn't find any other letters but I had found hope.
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I woke early, eager to find a way out. I knew the clues were in the maps but where. I needed to get out there again. I saw Newt limp over to me. His ankle was still sore.
Newt stopped me before I turned to enter the maze. "Sky, promise me you'll return. I don't think I can live without you. Promise me you'll return..." He took a shuddering breath. "I love you." His eyes were somber but also filled with concern and love.
I nodded, feeling a pang of dread in my stomach. I knew he felt it too. "I love you too."
A tear made its way down my cheek and Newt gently wiped it away.
The walls opened.
I kissed him gently before whispering, "I promise."
I ran into the maze.
If you're wondering why she didn't tell any of the boys I'll tell you.
She wanted more proof, plus she only found one letter. She didn't want to give them false hope just in case it was a trick of the eye.
Later Gladers...