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Bloodstained Knife

Bloodstained Knife (Newt x Reader)

Word Count: 858 words (tryna make these longer)

Warnings: kissing, attempted suicide, death, losing a loved one, (why are these so hard)

Summary: Screeches echo from down a street and you can only hope that you’re wrong about the source.

you are running. running so hard your legs burn. sprinting. hoping against hope that you didn’t hear correctly. that maybe it was just a cat. yes that had to be it. a cat must have survived the flare and made that noise. it couldn’t be..

you push the thought away. a stitch burns in your side but you don’t stop. you won’t stop until your sure. until your sure he’s safe.

the screech sounds again, tearing through the air, and your heart beats harder. you urge your legs to move, if it were possible, faster.

you feel yourself falling forwards, unable to stop your momentum as you skid across the concrete. blood stains your clothes, but you scramble to your feet and keep running, ignoring the pain in your hands and knees.

the screeches continue, a hoarse voice is shouting, but your too far away to hear what the voice is saying. then the voice stops.

you skid into an alleyway and see two boys. at first you think they are wrestling, but upon a closer look, you see it’s one boy, shaking the other, as though trying to wake him up.

you didn’t want to look any closer, scared of what you’d see but you move forwards. your heart seems to stop as you recognise the boys.

Thomas crouches over a very familiar blonde haired boy, shaking him roughly. Newt lays unmoving, eyes open and glazed over, blood seeping from a knife, that punctured his chest.

a strangled cry escapes your mouth and Thomas turns towards you, tears wetting his face. you rush towards the boy on the floor, pushing Thomas aside so you can look into Newt’s eyes.

they were full and empty, his pupils far too big. they were no longer gentle and caring, and they never would be again.

dark veins made spiderwebs across his whole body, and strings of drool hung from his open mouth.

you rest your head on his chest where you so often had, looking for the familiar, steady thump of his heart, but only finding cold silence.

burying your face in his neck you let hot tears spill from your eyes, making the crimson stains on his shirt ripple and run across the fabric like rivers.

you felt no warm breath, rustling your hair, no gentle hands pulling you close, no whispered words of comfort, and you never would ever again.

people began to crowd around you but you didn’t turn to look at them. whispers and muffled sobs sound from behind you. you do not move. you do not speak.

that is until you feel the boy’s body being slid out from under you. you look up, eyes blurry to see many gladers, along with Minho and Thomas dragging Newt’s body away from you.

“no” your voice is cracked and quiet but it still makes the others turn. “y/n-” Minho starts to speak but you cut him off.

“No, you’re not taking him” your voice is stronger now. Thomas looks at you in pity, “y/n, Newt is dead”

you shake your head, “no”, as though saying it could make it untrue. “y/n” Thomas tries to speak but you drown out his voice.

“no, no, no, no” you repeat it over and over, getting louder and louder until you are screaming, not letting go of the boy you love. or you loved.

the gladers all watch you, none of them doing anything, all of them feeling the pain of losing a friend. they just watch as you continue to scream your throat hoarse.

tears stream down your face, as you scream and scream and scream. why was the world still turning, why hadn’t it ended.

Newt was dead, he was dead and they were still alive. you were still alive. the world kept spinning, it continued. but how could it?

your screaming lessens until you are whispering, “no, no, no”

the boys still hold Newt’s body, waiting for you to let go of him. you look around, looking at all of their faces, and then back at Newt.

you lean down over his face and kiss him gently, whispering into his ear, “goodbye”

the others relax, obviously expecting you to let go, to let him be carried away. but that is not your plan.

quickly yet gently, as you could with your shaking hands, you pull the blood stained knife from Newt’s chest and hold it up to your throat closing your eyes and gripping the dead boy’s hand, preparing to slice.

Minho kicks the knife away from you, sending it spinning across the concrete, and pulling your arms behind your back. you try to scream but your voice is gone and only a small gurgling sound escapes your mouth.

you watch helplessly as Newt is carried away. bowing your head, you sob, not able to look at anyone.

Minho lets go of your arms and you curl into a ball, still sobbing silently. you feel cold, alone, no Newt to hold you. no Newt to wipe away your tears. no Newt to comfort you.

Newt was gone. to a place you couldn’t reach him. he was gone. forever.

Maze

Maze (Newt x Reader)

Word count: 151 words (yikes it’s tiny)

Warnings: kissing, death, injury, grief

Summary: the battle is over, but the casualties are not

(Lil note, if you haven’t read the book, this isn’t what happens, but this is something I just thought would be fun to write so, here it is)

you grip the knife in your hand, feeling your arms ache, and throb with scratches. people shout and grievers shriek.

out of the corner of your eye, you see Thomas throw a makeshift spear at a griever that had its pinchers gripped on a boy and it screamed, releasing him.

Thomas crouches down and Minho jumps over him, slamming into the griever. but at that exact moment, Teresa and Chuck must have managed to turn off the grievers. the creature shrieks once more and then stills.

Minho straitened up, looking around. blood splashes the walls of the maze and dead grievers and gladers alike lay sprawled on the ground.

Thomas joins Minho, surveying the area, “is it over?”

the remaining gladers are crowding around the pair, some with tears in their eyes and most with cuts and bruises. “I think so, I think it’s finally over”

the boys let out a small cheer and some slap each other on the back. you grin at the faces of the others, sure they had lost many, but it was over, they were safe.

your eyes fall onto Newt and you smile at him. he looks at you meaningfully, and takes a bloodstained hand away from his stomach, looking down at the scarlet blood spreading across his clothes.

“No!” people turn at your shout, and watches you sprint towards Newt. his eyes roll into the back of his head and he slumps to the ground.

you slide towards him on your knees, pulling his head onto your lap. his breathing is raspy and shallow.

“shh, shh, it’s alright, you’re alright, you’re going to be okay”

you look over at the others, “someone do something.” they stare at you, looking scared and helpless. “y/n.” he says quietly, and you look down at him.

“lean down.” you do as he says, not taking your eyes away from his. he pulls you closer to him and kisses you. your tears drip onto his gentle face. “I love you” he whispers in your ear, his breath rustling your hair.

you hug him tightly, “I love you too.”

you lean back to look at his face and his breathing is slowing. “Newt, you’re going to be okay.” he shakes his head and smiles sadly at you. his mouth opens and you put your ear next to it to hear his quiet, rasping voice, “Live for the both of us, okay?”

you nod at him and tears stream down your cheeks. he lets out a soft sigh and his eyes glaze over.

you lean your head on his chest and sob as the others crowd around you, some crying as well.

Minho puts a hand on your shoulder and pulls you up to your feet. “We need to go.” you wipe your nose on a sleeve and reach for Newt.

“y/n, we have to leave him.” you look at him and see sadness in his eyes. you nod, look back down at the boy and plant a kiss on his lips. “I love you”, you whisper in his ear, before following the others.

away from the glade. away from the gladers. away from the maze. away from Newt…