Maze Runner: Unreal (Fanfic)

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

 

The sun was rising over the Scorch. Newt was walking out under the blazing sun. His head was throbbing with pain, he had somehow summoned the energy to walk after having a feast at a grocery store. Of course, there was no one in the store, so he just took it. He had a reason to fight now. He had to avenge Jackson but to do that he’d have to get to the crank rebels Jackson was talking about. Newt was just about to collapse from exhaustion when he came across an army barrack. An idea crossed his mind about how he could destroy the new WICKED base.

 

“I see you’re new here! Help me, please! I need help!” A crank told Newt as he entered the barracks.

 

“I don’t bloody care.” After saying that the crank charged at Newt. Newt jumped into a tank and locked its door.

 

“Come out! Help! Please help me!”

 

“Alright! Stand in front of the long hole, I’ll cure you!” Newt replied quite irritated. The crank did what he was told. Newt shoved a shell into the loading area and then fired it, splattering the crank’s blood everywhere. The gears in Newt’s mind turned. He picked up all the guns he could find and even took a rocket launcher with a rocket. After that, he blew open the door and went to war. Inside the WICKED base, chaos broke out. The scanners inside had picked up a tank painted in blood headed their way.

 

“Michael! Get out weaponry online! We can’t let that tank come any closer than it is!”

 

“Yes sir, we’re trying. The shock cannons are the only ones working! It seems that the crank which escaped is behind this.”

 

“Look, Michael. Just look at these poor people. No child nor woman in here deserves to get the flare. Not one of them deserves to die like this. Our cause is just, most of the crank rebellion is gone, and to save these people and ourselves, we must kill this crank. Your men should have finished him in the dark that day. You killed his friend and gave him a reason to attack us!”

 

“Sir, if I might add-”

 

“No, you may not. Get to work on something immediately!” Michael hurried off, knowing that the invasion was imminent. As time moved, Newt’s tank began to close in on the non-immunes. Soon enough, the tank stopped in front of rocks which seemed like pebbles to the artillery in the tank.

 

“You never should’ve taken my friend!” Newt’s voice boomed over the speakers of the tank, “It was bloody stupid of you. That’s why I’m gonna kill you all. Jackson was my good friend after I got to know him. You don’t take people’s friends and expect to bloody well get away with it.” After his short speech, Newt prepared the pulse gun and fired it at the destroyed complex. The ruins crumbled after a shot. Newt watched triumphantly from the safety of his tank and started to get closer to the compound. He had wreaked havoc inside his former prison.

 

“Michael! Where are our countermeasures?!”

 

“I managed to find a dynamite stick, sir! It’s a launching model.”

 

“Well then launch it, Michael!”

 

“Yes sir, I just have to make repairs on the actual launcher.”

 

Newt found the time to close in a lot more and fire a whole lot more ammunition. From the looks of it, WICKED was now almost destroyed completely. The rocks were ground to dust, the shrapnel had been vaporized and the cranks were no more. Newt had almost done it when an explosion rocked his tank. Newt tried to move forward. The computer displayed a message which said “Mobile systems failed, critical damage detected in treads. Worse still, a horde of angry people was now approaching Newt. Not just a few, but at least a couple hundred.

 

“Kill him now!” a voice roared.

 

“I say we execute him with his own gun!” yet another screamed. It became blatantly clear to Newt that he wasn’t very well liked by his enemies. Seeing as he still had time, Newt pulled out all his weapons and ammo and jumped onto the tank’s now destroyed turret.

 

“You want some?! Come and get some!” Newt manically started emptying ammunition on the hoard. Within a few minutes, the crowd had almost halved. Newt chucked out his used magazine and reached for a new one, only to realize that in his foolishness, he had squandered his bullets. Then, he realized that he still had one edge. There were at least 200 meters of desert sand between his enemies and him. Newt took his rocket launcher and rockets and headed as far as he could. Soon, his exhaustion gave way to recklessness. The hoard had reached the tank now. His plan had worked. He fired a rocket at the tank and everything near it was engulfed in flames. His enemies lay smoldering on the floor. Newt picked up a pistol he had found in the desert and headed towards the tank, just to make sure.

 

When he got to the desolated site of the tank, he was greeted by the putrid smell of burning corpses. Newt saw, in the distance, a figure. Barely standing. It was the general.

 

“So you’re the bloody moron who started this crap in the first place. That makes sense. You were at the back, which must have meant that you were bloody important.”  

 

“Why? Why did you kill my people!” the general reached for his knife slowly.

 

“You took my friend and would have killed me.”

 

“You mean like I killed the crank rebellion? They were… pathetic!” The general suddenly flew into a rage and slashed the knife left and right, missing Newt each time. Newt fired a bullet into the general’s hand and he collapsed in pain.

 

“People like you don’t deserve to live!” Newt fired shot after shot at the general until he was sure that the general was dead. Then, he dropped the pistol and started to walk away from the mostly destroyed WICKED base.

 

“You’re… wrong!” The general reached for the pistol. Newt turned around just in time to see the gun pointed his way. Then, the general fired. First Newt felt the bullet break his skull. Then, he was greeted by a voice.

 

“Congratulations! You are the winner of the game survive!” Suddenly, Newt was alive again, with all his friends in an arcade.

 

“Well done Newt! Even though your character wasn’t immune, you still survived longer than me, man. I dropped the ball on everything when I tried to make electricity. Speaking of which, nobody shall speak of that at school, got it? Besides, the only reason you didn’t die from that make-belief disease or go crazy, was because I shot you where the disease was, so I stupidly slowed it down and I lost.”

 

“What the bloody hell is happening?!” Newt raised his finger at Jackson in disbelief “You’re supposed to be dead! What is this, heaven?!”

 

“No man,” Jackson replied, “It’s been a few hours, but it's your 18th birthday! You said you wanted to do have a dystopian simulation!”

 

“Oh yeah! Never again though. It was fun, but that game was far too real for comfort.”

 

“Newt?! Are you ready to go? Let’s grab you and your friends some pizza and then we can head home ok?”

 

“Ok Mom, sounds good.”

 

Newt and his friends left the arcade.

[tweezers 1,034]

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Well done! That's quite the plot twist. 

[LOLKILLERTOTHEDEATH 1,921]

Approved.

 

-Replaced and added punctuation marks as necessary.

-Rephrased or reformatted some places. 

 

Well done! That's quite the plot twist. 

Thanks Tweezers!