The Maze Runner -Flare In Flames- |Newt X Reader|

Chapter 31~Foul Play~

Y/N's POV

I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling. What was all of that about? Rowan cannot possibly be in love with me. He has no idea who I am. I roll over onto my side. It's around 12:30. I didn't get to go with Aris to the Warehouse today. Hopefully he was able to make up an excuse as to why I wasn't there. Maybe Rowan deserves a chance? I furrow my eyebrows turning back to my other side. I barely know him. He doesn't know I am Y/N Paige. Besides, I can't do that to Minho. When I'm ready to try again, Minho will be the first to know. Right? I rearrange myself again trying to get comfortable. I love Minho. But I'm not sure it's in that type of way. If I decide to try with Minho, I am afraid I will be reminded too much of Newt. I flip around once again on my back. Minho and Newt were friends... brothers even. How can I be with Minho without feeling guilty about Newt? I'm not sure I can handle that. It's not fair to either of them. Maybe that's why I've been so hesitant with Minho all this time. I sit up in my bed. I think back to his words on the island. 'I have feelings for you. I always have.' From the beginning, Newt and I had a connection. Minho kept his feeling to himself so we could be happy. Now that he's gone, I cannot imagine having that connection with anyone else. From the moment we all met, I was too focused on other things. I dreaded sleeping, kept running, fighting... and when Minho was taken, I spent hours planning how we could get him back. I was so caught up in making sure everyone was safe that I never gave Newt the love he deserved. I regret not loving him harder. Everything I said to Rowan was true. I may have accepted that he's gone, but I cannot forgive myself for letting him slip from me. For not loving him like he loved me. At this point I'm laying down. All the thinking gets to me as my eyes grow heavier and heavier. Tomorrow will be a new day.

Rowan's tall, broad figure stands before me as I'm unfamiliar with our location. He takes a step closer to me, gently pulling me in by my waist. One moment he's staring at me, the next he is softly kissing me. I let my arms wrap around his neck as his firm hands grab the back of my legs, lowering me down to a comfortable bed. He kisses me more slowly traveling down my neck. My breathing becomes heavy. It is so wrong but feels so right. Suddenly, he comes up to take his shirt off. The red shirt goes over his head revealing Minho on top of me. Minho's calloused hands brush my sides underneath my shirt, beginning to pull it up. My hands wrap around his torso, stopping him from removing my shirt, and bringing him down to kiss me once again. His kiss is nothing like back on the island. Not rushed or sudden. His body is warm and his lips are soft. Minho sets me up for a second attempt at taking off my shirt. This time, I don't stop him. His hands glide up my sides, sliding the thin shirt over my head. When he lays me back down, my head reaches the pillows. Our lips connect again, and I feel a change. When he pulls away, it's him. The shaggy blonde hair. His brown eyes looking down at me with so much hope. My hands come up to his bare chest sliding up to his face. His skin is so smooth, so real. "Please..." I take a deep breath. "Please don't stop." Newt's arms hold him up above me, keeping his body from mine. A smile forms on his face. "I'm right here love." His hands wrap around my sides as his body presses against mine. He resumes the kissing. My heart flutters at the feeling of his lips touching mine. His kisses make their way down my neck and all I can do is wish for more.

And then he's gone. I am alone in my own bed sweating and breathing heavily. It looked so real... it felt. Before I can think anymore, my thoughts are interrupted by noises coming from the room next to mine. Aris' room. Loud rustling and talking make me instantly sit up. Looking over at the time, it's 2:30 in the morning. Even if Aris is up right now, which is very doubtful, who is he talking to? Especially past curfew. I carefully step out of my bed unsure about what to do. What could possibly be going on over there? I press my head against the wall to listen. There are definitely muffled voices. Without fully thinking, I quickly place the wig atop my head, then I make my way to the door. Carefully opening it, I am greeted by a man in uniform. Not a guard uniform, but not a regular citizen. "Excuse me," I start to the man standing outside of Aris' door. "What's all the ruckus about?" Bags linger underneath his eyes, but he is surprisingly friendly. "I am so sorry miss... did we wake you?" I rub my eyes for show and partly because of the bright hallway lights. "Unfortunately, yes. Is there something wrong? What are they doing in there?" He shakes his head. "So sorry for the noise. We're just wrapping up on an investigation. Mostly classified but between you and me, I'd be careful wherever you go. We have reason to believe there is some foul play going on." My eyes widen naturally and accidentally in fear. Where is Aris?! All I want to do is scream and tear this city apart. Where is Aris?! I have to keep my cool. "What foul play? Should I be worried?" I try to peak into his room unnoticed. His hand flies up in my line of sight. "I'm sorry, but that is all I can say. Get some rest. Our men are just wrapping up." I allow myself to seem relieved but panic thrives deep down. "Thank you sir." I quickly turn for my room without further verbal contact. As the door closes, a gate of terror and worry engulfs me. I begin to cry, tearing my wig off, and basically leaping for my bag. I dig for the walkie-talkie barely able to see past the tears in my eyes. We need to get out. I don't care if we have to wait on the equipment. We'll find another way. Aris is worth more than a successful mission. The black communication box fills my palm. I turn it on hoping they are not asleep. "Thomas." I whisper shout into the walkie, afraid of being heard from the other room. "Minho... Gally." I check the time, almost 3 am. Please wake up... please wake up. I give them a second before trying again. "Please, we need to get out." No response. "Hello." Nothing. I begin to cry harder. "Please... I can't do this alone." After waiting minutes for a response, there is nothing. Without thinking, I slide all of the decorations off of the dresser, staring at myself in the mirror. I set the communication devise on the bed, pulling at the roots of my hair. My heart is aching and my legs feel numb. Where could he be? Thomas and them have no idea. I can't do this by myself. Suddenly, my door begins to open. Unlocked from panic after Aris' disappearance. I look around to find my wig but there is already someone inside. "Finally, I found you. I can finally be paid by your end of the deal." I recognize him. The bight pale skin... crooked smile. I see him through the door to the room. The recruiter from the city stares at me blankly. He recognizes me too. "You..." His eyes are so wide like a feline ready to attack it's prey. I put my hands out with heavy breaths, slowly walking forward. "Wait. We can talk about this." I knew he was tweaked in the head the day he gave into my temptations. The day I promised him my body if he got me into the city. "So Mason was right. The boy next door is here with... you. I wonder who else is inside these walls. Who else I can turn in and become rich." The wanted reward. $500,000. "Listen." His crooked smile gleams, "No... you see. It's too late. You are dead and I... am rich! When Mason finds out that I recruited you. That I found you, I will receive my reward and be the first picked for salvation." The word picked rings in my ears. Mason wants exactly what Jansen did. There's not enough for everyone. They will choose who lives and who dies. The recruiter swiftly reached for the door handle. Thinking fast, I chuck the closest object toward him... a glass vase. Before he can get the door open, glass slams into his shoulder and shatters amongst the ground. I am barefoot, but I don't have time to get shoes. I sprint over to him, ripping him away from the door, locking it shut. He doesn't go down without a fight. The recruiter wraps his arms around my legs, pulling me to the shards with him. Stinging comes from my arms and feet, but it doesn't matter if I'm already dead. He gets on top of me and begins choking me with his hands. I try to pry his hands away from my neck, but I'm running out of air. Seconds feel like minutes. I use my knee to kick him in between his legs, making him let go for long enough to get away. His adrenaline is way too high to feel that right now. I crawl away from him gasping for air as he tackles me to my side. His punches are weak but enough to make me unstable. Banging comes from the door, and a man with a deep voice shouts, "What's going on in there!" I see the recruiter's words form in his brain before he speaks them. I fight my body aches and cover his mouth with great force, "Help me!" I use the most feminine voice capable. "Please!" The beating on the door continues as he wrestles my hand away. "It's-." He tries. I pull down the glass pitcher of water from the kitchen counter top. That glass also shatters, water spilling all over him. "You bitch!" His strength is surprising as he aggressively lifts me up, pushing my back against the wall. A shudder escapes my mouth. A picture frame falls from the wall next to me when he slams my body into the corner of the dresser. I lay limp on a coating of glass while he wipes his nose free of blood. He takes this as an opportunity to let in whoever is on the other side of that door. My vision is blurry from who knows what. My head throbs and weakness begins to consume. He thinks he's won, but I don't go down that easily. I can fight. I will fight until my last breath. Glass cuts my hands as I charge at him with all of my strength. I ram him into the door as hard as I can, throwing him onto the floor. "Sorry man." I state smacking him against the head with a frying pan from the small kitchen. Finally, he's out cold. The man on the other side of the door is trying hard to get in. I run for the couch, snatching the wig from where I threw it off earlier, then I open the door. I play the part, falling into the strangers arms. I act out of breath, my arms and legs weak. "What happened?" He questions pulling me from him and examining me. I bring tears to my eyes. Not from emotion but from my physical pain. "That man." I point at the recruiter lying on the ground. "He came in my room. I think he was going to..." I cover my face in fake shame, waiting for the man to say something. He pulls me into a hug. "Shhh shhh... it's ok. I will call security to get him and clean this stuff up. We can get you an escort to the hospital. He was helping me investigate that room just 10 minutes ago." I bring my face up to meet my 'hero'. He is much like the guard dog standing in the hallway moments earlier. "Please do! I am a nurse! I will know where to go from there." He nods. I let go of him, and he goes to take a look in the room. Trashed. Glass and blood covering the floor. Furniture toppled over. It looks like wild animals were let loose inside. He pulls out his phone, bringing it up to his ear. That was way too close. I barely escaped that with a hidden identity... let alone alive. As soon as this recruiter wakes up, he will tell them everything. Starting with that tiny detail. That I'm Y/N Paige. "Okay, security is on their way. Along with an escort to the hospital." I rub my elbow with my hand, "I think I'll just stay at a friend's house tonight. Can I go in there and gather my things?" He instantly nods, "Absolutely. We'll get to the bottom of this." I give him a small smile. "Thank you, sir."