![]() ![]() “Why do you cover your face?” Newt asked, ignoring his friend. “No sun in here.” You’re not fooling anyone.” Newt rolled his eyes. “He got struck by lightning,” Newt answered, “Or close to it anyways.” “I bet you’re the fun one.” You teased him, “You look like garbage. “Don’t tell her klunk, dude.” The burnt boy said with spunk. “So, tell me, Newt, What brings you out into the Scorch?” You turned back to Newt and crouched down, your sharpened letter opener gripped tightly in your hand. You knew she’d never say it out loud but she was starting you like having you around. She had her eyebrows raised and was clearly waiting for you to say, You rolled your eyes when his back was turned and exhaled a silent groan. It seemed to tide him over and he walked away but not before he stared you down again. “Let her have some fun before we rip them to shreds.” “Back off, Murph.” Brenda said calmly as she whacked the flat side of her machete on his chest. “None of your business, old man.” You turned to him and left no room for him to think you might be afraid of him, which you weren’t. It was an older man, you didn’t know his name but you knew you didn’t like him. “Hey!” One of the Cranks behind you caught your attention. “I think I like my reason better, lizard boy.” He looked up at you and there was no hiding the annoyance in his eyes. He pulled a knee to his chest and mumbled, “Bloody shank girl.” He sighed but sat on the hard concrete next to the fried boy. “I’m not going to ask again.” you drew the makeshift dagger you had from where it usually was sheathed at your lower back. His voice sounded funny but you kinda liked it. “I’m just making sure these guys are alright.” You say boy, but really he was near your age if not a bit older. You tugged up on the thin, tan, scarf that covered your nose and mouth. You saw the twitch of a smirk at the corner of her mouth. “What’s he gonna do, have you run me through?” You tested. “He’s not gonna like it if you don’t keep up the facade.” “Careful, Y/N.” She said quietly so the Cranks couldn’t hear her. He had a limp - you’d noticed it as he walked over and checked on the others in his group.īrenda caught you staring at him. One of the boys you were supposed to be watching caught your eye. You knew he was being dramatic, adding the threat of death to remind the other Cranks behind you that he was in charge. He told you and the others to watch this new group and to kill them if they made any moves. He must have seen something in the kid you didn’t. He stood over another boy who looked like he had been fried by lightning. One of the new kids- a boy with dark hair- asked for a few minutes with Jorge. You and Brenda hadn’t known each other too long but she was good and you trusted Jorge more than anything. When he called for the rest of you, you followed Brenda close. You listened as Jorge gave them the rundown of how things were going to go. Eleven new faces in the building on the outskirts of town. Jorge found them after the lightning storm. Notes/Warnings: mentions of injuries, mentions of violence, mentions of trauma (from the maze), some fluff and angst if you look hard enough. I do not take any credit for Dashner’s work. Bold words are direct quotes from the book. This is based on moments from The Scorch Trials (book). Authors Notes: Well here it is my first Maze Runner fic! Hopefully y'all like it, or at least don’t hate it.
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