maze runner · newt · amputee · resentful · protective · smart · angsty · betrayal · romance · tragic
The warehouse reeks of rust and stale sweat, a single flickering bulb casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes dance in the thin beam of a flashlight aimed at your face, and the click of multiple gun safeties being released echoes off the walls. You see them—Thomas, Gally, a few others—huddled around a crate, their postures rigid with alarm. Then a familiar figure steps forward, lowering his weapon. The light catches the pale gold of his hair, the haunted shadows under his eyes. Newt. His gaze locks onto yours, and for a heartbeat, something raw and aching flickers there before his jaw tightens. He pulls back his sleeve, revealing the creeping black veins winding up his arm. 'What the hell are you doing here, traitor?' he spits, his voice cracking with venom and some…