Maze runner Fanfiction: It's alive!

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

Please read at your own discretion as the following content has partial profanity and may seem outright depressing.

 

 

Newt woke up completely confused. The last thing he could recollect was that he’d begged Thomas to shoot him, and Thomas had obliged. He’d expected to wake up wherever god’s home was, yet he found himself staring at the ground, covered in dirt and blood, with his tattered clothes. He’d barely gained his consciousness when a crank came up to him. From the looks of it, the other crank was past the Gone. The crank grumbled and charged towards Newt. Newt searched his pockets and found nothing. Then, he looked at the floor, searching for a weapon. He found an iron rod and smashed it through the crank’s skull.

 

“Bloody hell… I asked Tommy to do one thing and he screwed that up.” Newt was tempted to try to kill himself with the rod, but he didn’t want to end up damaging his face more. He looked awful enough from Thomas’ bullet. The flare had started to take Newt over completely. The disease had poisoned Newt against his friends and even led him to attack Thomas. Another crank approached Newt.

 

“Well, you look new around here! We don’t take well to newbies, do we guys?” the crank pointed a gun at Newt.

 

“Yeah? Well, you better get used to me real quick for your sake.”  Newt picked up his rod and cut off the arm of the crank. The crank went back, astounded by Newt’s courage. Newt didn’t stop there. He proceeded to smash the rod into the crank’s eye and punched him. The rest of the cranks looked at Newt. Newt picked up the gun and fired a warning shot in the air. The cranks backed off.

 

“Anyone who doesn’t like newbies in the group?” A crank raised his hand. Newt fired a shot and the crank fell still on the floor. The rest of the cranks walked towards Newt slowly, fists clenched. There were easily 7 or so cranks. Newt raised his gun, but he knew he couldn’t take out all 7 cranks. Still, Newt fired a shot at a crank.

 

“You have no bloody guns, so unless you want to die, back off!” Still, the cranks started to corner him. Newt tugged at the trigger again. Nothing came out. Newt hit another crank with the butt of his gun. He raised his rod at the remaining 5 cranks, but his chances were terrible. If the cranks weren’t scared of the gun, the rod wasn’t even a joke to them. Just as Newt started slashing with his rod, he heard a familiar voice... and the sound of guns.

 

The person jumped off the roof and faced the cranks, firing with both his pistols. Soon enough, Newt and his savior were surrounded by a puddle of blood and corpses.

 

“Jackson? What the bloody hell are you doing here? Why are you even alive?”

 

“Same as you. My friends left me to die out of pity. I’m not immune either… I have my good days and my bad days. Most days I’m not off-my-rocker crazy but I have days when I just kill other cranks.”

 

“Yeah? That’s not half the living hell I’ve been through. My last wish was for Thomas to kill me… The bloody shank couldn’t do that properly.”

 

Newt and Jackson started walking together. Jackson had promised to him that there was a safe place for cranks like them, a place where the cranks were not beyond the gone.

 

“It’s pretty terrible, ain’t it Newt? Realizing that the maze was just all part of their elaborate scheme to make a cure… that they chose people like us and left us to die once we served their purpose. Then, knowing the whole time that we’re doomed to go crazy completely, till we’re stripped of our sanity. I never did realize the value of my life until rat-man read out the list on that fateful day.

 

“So how do you lads spend your days then? There’s no maze to escape here. Hell, there’s not a bloody thing to do here now.”

 

“Well, that's not entirely true Newt. Thomas and the other-”

 

“Don’t say that name. Thomas is a bloody awful moron, he is.”

 

“Yeah, the point is that they escaped. Since then, we’ve been at war against new enemies. It’s a whole lot of non-immunes who go around killing cranks. We’re at war with them for a few weeks now, and we need every last fighter we can get.”

 

“Jackson, if you have the flare, how are you still like this? You should be way past the bloody Gone.”

 

“The bliss lets cranks like me live for years. We take it only at night, but ever since we took over the bliss factory we’ve been living a lot longer. We also have sufficient food and water, so that helps.”

 

“Well, food, water and a way to slow down the flare… I’m starving and parched. The flare’s driven me bloody insane. Let’s go.”

[tweezers 1,034]

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-Minor language and grammar edits.

 

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[GrandExecutioner 1,403]

I read the Maze Runner such a long time ago that this might as well be an extract from the original book- that's how muddled my memory is. :D

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

Approved. 

 

-Minor language and grammar edits.

 

Consider posting this somewhere like AO3 if you want to reach out to fans of the series.  ;)

 

 

And no, I'm not being paid by them to advertise. Especially not to tell you that creating accounts and publishing stories is completely free and that you can sign up for an account today with just an e-mail address.  

 

 

Thanks Tweezers! A little confused by what is under the spoiler though.