Wicked IS good: Chapter two (Hiding)
When Newt saw her, he hoped he was hallucinating.
She was running again, not like she was the first time he had seen her. Before when she was running, she seemed to come alive against the tendrils of ivy cascading down the looming walls. Now, as Elizabeth raced through the dead center of the glade towards the maze, desperation and determination alike were etched into her features. Newt immediately raced after her, shouting for someone, anyone, to stop her.
She was going to die out there.
And that's how it happened. That's how Newt, a firm believer in the rules, that no one but the runners should ever go outside the walls, exited the Glade without a pause of hesitation. She was about a minute ahead of him, but not to far that he couldn't hear her footsteps echoing across the stone.
"Elizabeth!" He shouted; a half choked sound that nearly made him stumble. "Elizabeth!"
As he rounded the next corner, he stumbled to a halt. She stood there, chest heaving, glowering. "Go back, you'll slow me down and we'll both be dead," she snapped.
"Instead of just you?" He demanded.
She met his eyes with a hard stare. "If I die it'll be because of you. Because you slowed me down. Because you didn't let me leave earlier. Because you yelled out my name. My death with all be on you."
"You're going to die at all. God, why can't you just stay put?!" He shouted at her in frustration. A mechanical shriek of a griever let loose through the air; a warning of the impending darkness. He met her startlingly green eyes and an understanding passed between them. "Don't tell me you're stupid enough to think you can make it now."
She scoffed, a humorless smile pulling at her lips. "No, I'm not that stupid. But I hope you aren't either." The maze walls began to creak and moan as the sun drifted below them. The slow grinding of the doors echoes throughout the alleyways. "We aren't making it back at all tonight."
"So what, we just sit here and die?" He demanded, as panic began to set in. Newt had imagined countless times what he would do if he were ever left outside the walls at night. He'd imagined that he'd fight a griever, or at least outrun the damn things. He'd hide in the ivy, or climb it back over the wall into the Glade. He hadn't known he would feel this...weak.
"No...I have an idea. Come on, come with me."
"Why should I go with you? We still might be able to make it back...we have a few minutes" he replied quickly as he spun around to check every direction for grievers.
Her eyes bore into his almost pleadingly. "You can't make it, I timed how long it takes. You have to trust me."
It was then that the sun dipped behind the walls and they were left in a luminous gray light that wouldn't last long until total darkness. Newt could still see her eyes though, those damn green eyes. Without daylight, they lost their shine, and the green that was left behind was dark and dangerous like he was beginning to think she was. His next words lingered heavily in the air. "Why should I trust you?"
She bit we lip and gave a half shrug. "You shouldn't" she whispered, then turned without a word and took off into the night.
He ran after her.
They ran through the twisted stone pathways separate at first; Elizabeth leading and Newt following after her, cursing as he did so. But as darkness descended and the vines and crumbled bits of stone. But as a few moments passed and tripping became more frequent, they came to hold on to each other to keep their balance.
A few more minutes passed, and with it the clicks of the grievers became more frequent. Finally they rounded a corner into a dead end with the walls covered in ivy. The walls were about thirty feet in length, and small boulders and rocks littered the ground. Newt watched Elizabeth as she jogged towards the corner, leaped up onto the rocks, and proceeded to climb up the ivy. She paused at about fifteen feet up and leaned into the corner as she held tightly to the vine with her legs. He watched with a slight confusion as she slowly pushed aside a clump of ivy and tugged out a fairly large boulder from the wall. From below, all Newt could see was a dark opening, but with grievers sounding closer than ever before, it seemed like more than enough.
He scaled the wall and joined her suspended in the air. "How far down is that?" He asked as he managed to crouch with her in the missing chunk of the wall before she sealed them in.
She shrugged. "About six feet, and it's only about three by three down there too. If you don't like small spaces...well you just better hope you do."
He nods slowly. "I see...ladies first?"
She chuckles. "I'm not a fricking lady. Go ahead, Blondie."
He sighs and takes a last look around before slipping down into the utter darkness.
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-Bella