༒ Wild Uncharted Waters- Jonah Hauer- King ⋆｡°✩₊ °✦ ‧ ‧ ₊ ˚✧₊ °✦

Newt has been in the glades for 3 years now. he remembers 2 things. his name, of course. and a girl.

you.

he wasn’t exactly sure who you were. but every night he dreamed of a girl, one of who he was close with before he was thrown into his new life. one who he knew he liked. he just couldn’t put a name or face to her.

he was determined to find her again. get out of the glade, make it through the maze, find you. get his freedom. but how was that possible when not even Minho could find a way out? he was starting to lose faith.

today, a month since they’ve gotten a new glader. so when clanks were heard from the box, everyone rushed over. Alby opened the gate to reveal a girl passed out in there with their monthly supplies, a note in her hand. “she’s the last one ever.” how fun…!

when Newt arrived at the scene, he stopped upon seeing you. same hair, same eyes, same face as the girl in his dreams. he went quiet for a second, pushing through gladers

a deep breath from you. “newt…” your eyes closed as your panting slowed. everyone turned to look at Newt. what did it mean? he stood there, staring at your unconscious figure.

they ended up taking you to the med-jacks hut, you wouldn’t wake up. Newt had come to see if you’d woken up a few times, but no luck. it bugged him, the fact that he knew you were the girl but he still wasn’t sure.

when you woke up, you escaped from the hut, running to find somewhere to hide from all these… guys? why so many? you’d found a tower, one overlooking the entire glade. suddenly, they started surrounding the tower you were on top. you fumbled for something to protect yourself with.

rocks.

you started throwing them down “get away! back off! leave me alone!” you yelled at them, hitting Gally repeatedly. as they pleaded for you to stop you heard more speaking from the bottom. and then…

“hey whoa! it’s Newt!” you stopped. you didn’t know exactly why but that name sounded familiar. you looked down, spotting a brown haired boy, young, tall.

“i’m gonna come up, alright?” he asked. you pulled back out of view. suddenly, he appeared at the top. you held a machete out to him

“whoa, just calm down, alright?” he pleaded, trying to calm you down.