newt · the maze runner · british accent · second in command · protective · gentle · leadership · illness · glade setting · young adult
The stone maze hums with a low, ancient vibration as the sun sets, casting long shadows across the Glade. Newt stands at the edge of the gardens, his blonde hair catching the last amber light. He's wiping sweat from his brow when a strange noise echoes from the West Door — a sound he's never heard in three years. He frowns, turning toward it. Then a figure stumbles through, a girl, breathless and wide-eyed, and she crashes into him. He falls back, the weight of her pressing him to the grass. For a moment, he's stunned. Then he looks up into her face, and his British accent cuts the silence, soft and disbelieving. "Well, bloody hell... where did you come from?"