I didn't think I was going to continue, but I was bored after I watched the maze runner for the millionth time ;) Anyway, Enjoy!

Newt woke up feeling just as weighed down as he did last night, if not more. He had fallen asleep on the floor in a corner of the homestead, and his back was hurting from the awkward position he was in. He had a dream last night, it was a good dream so when he woke up from it, it made him feel even worse.

He met Alby at breakfast. The only reason he kept holding on was because of Alby. That was the only reason he didn't think about it sooner.

"Your awfully quiet this morning," Alby said studying Newt and the purple bruise like bags under his eyes.

"Yeah well, I didn't sleep very well. I slept on the bloody floor and my back is killing me," Newt snapped

"Whoa, slinthead. It wasn't a bad thing. Just an observation," Alby put his hands up defensively.

Newt glared at him for a while before sighing "I'm sorry Alby. Really, I am. I'm just... tired," He put his face in his and groaned again

Alby laughed a little, but gave him a concerned look.

Newt went to go pack up his stuff for The Maze, while Alby went to go find Minho

"Have you talked to Newt this morning?" When Minho shook his head in response, Alby rolled his eyes

"He seems off today. He seemed weird yesterday. Ever since we talked about The Maze being completed, he seems depressed, don't you think?"

Minho shrugged, "I hadn't really noticed,"

Alby rolled his eyes again, this time he sighed too "Whatever. Whether you believe me or not, I want you to watch Newt. Make sure he makes it back okay."

Minho smirked lightheartedly "Calm down, shuck-face. He'll probably be fine,"

Alby gave him a dangerous smile "Good. Then it will be easier for you to watch him,"

"Minho, let's go," Newt said, walking towards The Maze. He looked at The Glade, which looked more lush and green than he remembered. If all went as he planned today, He would never have to see it again. After today, he would be free of any pain this world was causing him.

He gave Alby a smile, it masked the sadness in his eyes. "I'll see you later," he gave him a quick kiss on the lips. This surprised Alby; they never really kiss, or did anything for that matter, in public.

!He gave Minho another worried glance. Minho rolled his eyes "you worry to much,"said softly before he picked up his pace and dashed into The Maze.

He watched the two until they became nothing more then dots running off into the distance

-...-..-

"Okay," Newt said once they were deeper inside The Maze "You go explore section 2, I'll stay here,"

Minho thought about doing it, then remembered what Alby had said "Actually, I think I'll stay here also,"

Newt sighed growing impatient "Minho, it'll be faster if we split up. Go,"

"Newt. I. Am. Staying. Here. If you have a problem with that, then go jump off a wall," Minho said folding his arms

'Thats kind of what I'm trying to do, slinthead,' Newt thought to himself "I do actually have a problem with that." He folded his arms, glaring back at Minho "Fine. I'll be the bigger person and I'll go to bloody section 2,"

"Well it looks like I'll be following,"

"Minho!" Newt threw his hands up in exasperation "What is with you today?!"

"Newt. I haven't seen you all morning, I just wanted to bond with you as we ran," Minho said dramatically

Newt rolled his eyes "Go. I. Will. Not. Ask. Again," his face was red with annoyance

"Damn, shuck-face. I thought we were friends," Minho held up is hands in defeat "I'll go, just don't do anything irrational" he jogged off without a second thought. He honestly thought that Newt was fine. Alby could just be a little bit over protective. Sure Newt had been a little depressed lately, but Minho himself had been a little out of it. Even Alby and Nick had been disappointed. They had yet to tell the other Gladers about it, and hell knows how that would go.

-...-...-

Newt took a breath, his breathing was jagged from running so deep into The Maze. Without hesitation, he started up the wall. He gripped careful not to fall; he didn't want to fall of while he was still so close to the ground. He didn't want to end up alive with this horrible life changing injury.

His fingers were turning red from how tightly he was gripping the ivy. He reached for another vine, but his fingers just grabbed the air. He looked up. The ivy had stopped, it didn't go all the he top, Which meant that he had to jump from where he was. It wasn't as high as he would have wanted it to be, but it was a good 15 feet.

He closed his eyes his breath wavering.

"I'm sorry Alby," he whispered, his eyes still closed.

He carefully detangled his fingers from around the vines and that was it.

He felt himself falling, the cool wind swishing around his face. He closed his eyes, feeling all the weight he'd been carrying evaporate. It almost felt unreal

Then he hit the ground.

He let out a blood-curdling scream, which he regretted doing. It wasn't as painful as it sounded, it just knocked all of the air out of him. He had landed on his back, his head was undamaged but His whole body felt numb. Tiny spots covered his vision, and everything went black.

How was it? I'd love to know what you thought! Anyway Merry Christmas ;)