Running From Your Problems (a Newt/ Maze Runner fanfic)

Chapter 40

A pair of arms wrapped around me. "Stop Y/N, please, stop." Newt's voice echoed throughout the silent Glade. "Don't do this to yourself again."

"She's telling the truth," a voice broke from the center of the crowd. Every head turned to find the source.

Teresa's raven black hair stood out in the midst of the boys.

"I know that she's telling the truth," Teresa restated.

"How do we know that you two aren't just trying to tear down what we've built here?" Someone yelled through the crowd. Those words sent the small crowd into uproar.

I stared off into the distance, trying to come up with proof that we weren't lying.

"If you don't believe me, then just look right there," I pointed at the North doors of the Glade, where the two foot opening was currently allowing fully armed men to file into the Glade.

"Now do you believe me?" I said, this time whispering. All heads turned to me. "What do we do?" I asked no one.

"We wait." Teresa's voice once again broke through the silent crowd.
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Waiting for every single WICKED soldier to come through the doors was nerve wracking. And by the time that they all got through, every single Glader had gathered and were staring intently at me and Teresa, waiting for orders from us.

If we weren't in a possibly life threatening situation, I definitely would've taken advantage of them and told the Gladers to make me a buffet of food or something like that, but now was not the time for that.

The soldiers made a huge circle around us, blocking any chance of escape.

"What do we do?" Teresa finally asked me.

I shook my head. I honestly had no idea what to do. Were we supposed to confront them or would one of them begin talking?

Luckily my question was answered before anyone else could ask.

"Who is the leader here?" A voice boomed from a group of men standing near the west doors.

All heads turned towards the four of us standing side by side. Just as we began to step forward, Alby suddenly broke through the crowd.

"I am the leader of the Gladers," he said with the authoritative tone back in his voice. "You have no right to be here."

"Actually we do," an older man stepped out of the line of soldiers. His gun trained on Alby's head. "I don't anymore lip from you young man."

"What authority do you have over us?" Alby demanded. "We did nothing wrong and we have not gotten in anybody's way. Why are you here?"

The man looked as though he were contemplating his answer for a minute. Suddenly, his face turned hostile and a loud bang echoed throughout the Glade.

Everyone dropped to the ground at the sound, covering their ears, but nothing could stop the screams of pain coming from Alby.

I slowly turned my head to look at the spot where Alby had stood just seconds ago. There he lay on the ground, clutching his thigh in agony.