Newt (theglue) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-12-09 20:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !log, !open, ~2017 december, ~40 points, ~~newt (theglue), ~~stuart (imdarkandstormy), ~~thomas (ranthemaze) |
Who: Newt and OPEN
What: Newt was running in the maze... and then he wasn't. [aka Newt's arrival]
Where: The forest, but not too deeply into it. Deep enough the trees are thick but still relatively spaced apart.
When: 10:00 PM on December 9, 2017
Warnings: Technically swearing but its swear words made up by the Gladers, so... PG-13 just in case.
Status OPEN | Incomplete CompleteNote: Open to just one person please.
UPDATE: Thomas will be joining in at some point for obvious reasons.
Newt ran as if his life depended on it, which was because it bloody shucking did. If the situation wasn't so dire, he would be pretty impressed with himself because he'd been able to keep up with the others. That was good, considering his limp and everything. Of course, his leg was screaming at him but with the adreniline coursing through his veins, and their minds all on escape, he was able to ignore it.
There was a griever, and everyone turned a sharp corner, Newt almost falling in the process.
"Bloody shuck it," he swore as his bad leg tried to buckle under him. He was able to get it to cooperate and it didn't take long for him to catch up with the group. They turned another corner and that time he did fall, a list of all the Glade explicitives he'd stored up over the last few years coming out in an angry stream. He couldn't stay down though, he had to get up. The others it seemed hadn't noticed he'd fallen, and he had to catch up.
Pushing himself up off the ground, he started to run hard before his mind caught up with the fact that his surroundings had changed. The ground was now grass and he was running through...trees. Where were the walls? More importantly, where was the group? Where were Thomas and Minho?
Ice cold fear slid down his neck and into his spine. His momentary distraction had him run right into a tree. He hit the ground hard and bit his lip to bite back the pain in his bad leg as it broke the fall for his body. He was still covered in dirt and sweat and cuts and scrapes from the work in the Glade but where he had fallen, wherever he was... it was definitely not the Maze.
The fear did not recede even with this knowledge. This was those people after all... Wicked. They had put them in that maze and he was certain that something like this wouldn't be outside of their capabilities. After all, they had messed with them in the first place. Had gotten rid of all their memories. It would be easy for them to distort his mind into thinking he was somewhere else.
He needed to move and he needed to move now. He tried to rise but dropped almost immediately. Now that he'd stopped running for his life, his body had given into the complete fatigue that coursed through it. The icy fear didn't help. He considered crawling until he could find a safe place to hide but then he was sure he heard voices. Or a voice. Someone talking, he was sure of that, but too far off for him to hear what was said.
Well, isn't this just bloody perfect.