Favoritism. (mazerunner fanfic)

Chapter 9: You just got yourself killed.

He pulled away and stared at me for what felt like hours,

You're stunning mei.

he said in my mind, pulling me back into a kiss at the same time.

As his lips touched mine, I felt a rush of emotions—comfort, reassurance, and a hint of something deeper. I wrapped my arms around him as he wrapped his around my waist. pulling him closer, seeking solace in his warmth.

"I'm glad you're here with me," I whispered when our lips finally parted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"I'll always be here for you, Mei," he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

I smiled, feeling a weight lifted off my shoulders.

"Get some rest, we have a long day tomorrow." he stood up, still smiling, and tucked me in.

Soon enough, I had drifted off into sleep.

wicked is good.

I was there, being tested on like a lab rat by wicked, screaming in pain as they injected some things into me.

"Shes very valuable. Surprisingly, her tests have been the most successful, similar to subject A7.
It doesn't matter if we lose any of them, as long as she's alive."

I heard them say these horrible things, like I wasn't even human. they treated me like I was lesser than.

"Who knew one of our staff could be our most successful candidate? if we hadn't done a blood check, we would've missed a fortune."
they chuckled clinking their champagne glasses together.

"YOU MONSTERS!" I struggled against the restraints, my wrists sore from the leather straps.

"She's resisting, put her to sleep." the woman ordered.
"Sweetie, if you'd just calm down, this would be easier for both of us," she smirked as she injected something into my neck. it burned, I could feel myself drifting away.
"no.. have to stay..a.wake..."

"Mei, wake up!" I opened my eyes in confusion,
"What happened?"
"You were screaming in your sleep, something about staying awake and monsters, You woke up the whole glade." he looked at me with concern.
"Oh, I'm sorry.." I looked down in embarrassment.
"It's fine, maybe you should rest today, maybe you are too stressed from everyth-"
"I'm fine Newt." I pinched my nose bridge. "I can work today."

He stepped back, giving space to stand up,
"Alright, just let me know when it gets too much for you, I'm always here for you, okay?" he tried to smile at me.
"Thank you newtie." was all I could say in return.

I tried to push the disturbing dream aside as I went about my tasks in the Glade.

Newt kept a close eye on me, his concern evident in every glance he cast my way. Despite my efforts to appear fine, the images from the dream lingered in the back of my mind, unsettling me.

Then I realized I hadn't seen Alby at all. This morning, he'd usually be shouting at other gladers to get back to work, so I decided to ask newt about it.

"Newtie, where's Alby? I haven't seen him yet."

"Alby went to retrace Ben's footsteps before sundown." He said as he continued burying something.

"But why would Alby go into the maze? I mean, he's not a runner." I asked, confused.

"He knows better than any of us." Newt finally stood up and looked at me, leaning on his shovel.

"Whats that supposed to mean?" I crossed my arms.

"Every month, the Box sends up a new arrival. But someone had to be first, right?"
"Someone had to have spent a whole month in the Glade, alone. That was Alby. I mean, it can't have been easy."

As evening approached, the atmosphere in the Glade shifted. A sense of unease settled over us, a silent understanding that the maze held dangers beyond our comprehension. I found myself seeking comfort in Thomas's presence,

"Are you okay?" Thomas asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

I nodded, forcing a smile. "Just a bad dream. I'll be fine."

Thomas didn't push further, respecting my need for space. I had changed my mind, as I decided I could trust him.

"Actually could we talk?" I asked quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. Thomas nodded, his expression softening.

"I keep having this dream," I began, my voice trembling. "About WICKED, about being tested on like some lab rat. It's like...like I'm reliving it all over again."

"I keep on having similar dreams too, I think used to work for Wicked," Thomas said, his voice filled with uncertainty.

I looked at him like I had just seen a ghost. But I didn't have time to reply as Newt approached us and sat down beside us, looking worried,

"They should be back by now," he said, his eyebrows furrowed in fear.
"What happens if they don't make it?" Thomas asked.
"They're gonna make it."
"What happens if they don't?" he asked again.
"They're gonna make it." newt said, this time with a hint of anger in his voice.

The evening passed, and the sun was almost setting, as all the gladers were at the maze doors, waiting for Alby and Minho. I could feel the panic stirring in me, I didn't realize Minho was with Alby until now,
I don't think I could bear to lose him.

"Come on, guys, can't we send someone after them?"
Thomas asked, clearly worried too.

"That's against the rules. Either they make it back, or they don't." Gally said, trying to be tough, but I could see that he was scared for his friends, too.

"We can't risk losing anyone else." Newt held his shoulder.

"There!" Chuck shouted.

There, Minho and Alby were, except something had happened to Alby. He was injured.

"Come on, Minho, you can do it!"
"Come on! Go!"
"Come on, you can make it!"
"Minho, you gotta leave him!"

Shouts could be heard all around, I felt my heart ache as I watched minmin struggle to get to the doors, which were already closing. I could hear Tommy in my mind again.

They're not gonna make it Mei, I'm going in.

I held Thomas's hand and looked at him,

You're not leaving without me, are you?

In the final moments, as the walls were closing in, we sprinted hand in hand. With a surge of adrenaline, we hurled ourselves forward, diving into the narrowing gap just as the walls met,

"You slinthead, what were you thinking bringing meimei into the maze!" Minho shouted in anger.

"What?" Tommy said, still catching his breath.

"Good job."
"You just k*lled yourself."