"If you're going to decipher a hidden code from a complex set of different mazes, I'm pretty sure you need a girl's brain running the show."
James Dashner, The Maze Runner #1
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When the rain stops, everyone runs to the maze doors. We all knew it was going to close soon. We all knew they weren't there. We all knew what was going to happen. But everyone refused to believe it and stared silently down that dreadful and haunting stone corridor.
Everyone was slowly giving in though, to the pessimistic side where giving up was probably the only option. They needed to stay optimistic though, for their leader if not anyone else.
Then, there was a grunt at the end of the corridor. The doors would close anytime now but everyone started calling out saying they could make it. But nobody took a step forward. Nobody went to help.
Minho walked around the corner, seeming out of breath and dragging Alby over his shoulder. Something was very wrong.
Everyone yelled at him to run, and the loud groan of the maze beginning to close sounded. You knew he wasn't going to make it no matter how hard he tried.
Newt seemingly nudged up right next to you and grabbed your hand. You held his tightly too and blushed a bit. You wondered what this new feeling he was giving you was, just like back when he was trying to warm your hands up. Somehow it was a reassurance for both you and him. A little spark of hope, and when he glanced over at you, the stars in your eyes seemed to shine just a little bit brighter.
Absentmindedly letting go of his hand now, you thought you might be able to help. You were faster and stronger than the other gladers would like to admit.
"Wait, no!" You heard Newt yell as right before the doors closed, you ran in. Thomas looked over at you, seeming to have the same idea so he went right after you, him being a runner and all. Everyone tried to catch you, but you had to help. You couldn't let Minho and Alby just die out there.
When the doors clanked shut, Minho set Alby down. They were both drenched in sweat but the difference was that Alby was unconscious.
Minho started yelling and Thomas put a comforting arm around your shoulders.
Wait... I thought this was a one-person thing, I thought it was only Newt, you thought. The same fluttery feeling was buried deep in your chest under the waves of panic.
You ran in here to save them, yet he was saying that you just killed yourselves. You remembered the noises you heard when you were up late. Sounds from the maze. You didn't want to see what they actually were.
Now that it had gotten dark you needed to find a spot for Alby though. A safe spot, and away from whatever those monsters in the maze at night were.
Thomas figured we could hitch him up the wall.
We took some vines and tied them around his lower abdomen and waist. We grabbed one thick and sturdy vine and all pulled, hoisting Alby up the wall like a pulley.
It was a secluded area and you were sure he would be okay once you got him up there. Then, Minho ran off screaming.
"Y/N, Thomas, we gotta go! We gotta go!" He kept saying.
You and Thomas turned around and peered down the other dark corridor. At the end was a nasty metallic, green slime-spewing mechanical creature. A 'Griever' or as you would better describe it later, a 'Nightmare'. Because it definitely was one.
You remembered Newt's words like he had said them a minute ago, now longing to be back where you could hold his hands and it would all be okay, or at least you could think it would be.
"No one's ever seen a Griever and survived."
You shuddered and kept pulling. You still had Thomas, you would be okay. Thomas was just plain thankful to have you still there with him.
He tied off the makeshift rope vine contraption. Then, the metal clanking grew louder, extremely fast. Thomas slipped under the stone wall, seemingly a crack being there or it not fitting just right. After all, this maze looked eroded and barren, no wonder this had happened. This is what a bit of weathering could do, but not just a bit, a ton. He tugged on your ankle and you slid under as well. The Griever strode by slowly, stopping and examining the wall they had just been at. Then, it wandered off, you hoped it went somewhere far away.
You checked on Alby's ropes, but apparently, the Griever heard. It sped back towards you and all you could do was run with Thomas right beside you.
You ran for a while, taking twists and turns, lefts and rights, you mapped it in your head but one turn confused you and the moment you were thrown off the Griever took its aim. It jabbed its leg at you which managed to scrape you a bit. But it wasn't vital, just like a paper cut, that's how sharp the metal was. You didn't really care and it stung, yeah, but you could handle it.
You claimed that as a near-death experience and did not want to experience it again, so you ran.
Thomas then took the liberty of going first and vaulting up a wall when you were stuck at a dead end. You failed miserably and kept trying, the Griever was getting too close for comfort. It slunk towards you like a spider waiting to attack and then did the most curious thing. It vaulted up the wall too.
What a show-off. You tried to make light of the situation with yourself. The Griever went after Thomas and you wished you could scream bloody good luck right then and there and maybe a quick don't die, I need to figure out my feelings for you or something like that. But you didn't have a voice yet. You hated life right now.
You ran out of there, and based completely on instinct found a suitable wall to climb yourself. You thought it would be beneficial to have the high ground. After all, it was slippery on the stone because of the previous rain. You couldn't see much but proceeded to run across the top of the maze, searching for any signs of being close to the glade.
Unbeknownst to you, Thomas managed to get away from the Griever, and had met up with Minho. You on the other hand could just hope that he was okay.
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When the maze doors opened once more, Chuck and the others who were waiting there stood up. They tried their best to spot any signs of life. When everyone began walking off, losing hope, Zart pointed down the narrow stone corridor. The one path connecting the maze, to the Glade.
Minho and Thomas were there! Dragging an unconscious Alby behind them.
The gladers were cheering, and whooping, and hollering at them. They collapsed on the ground as the med-jacks ran over to look at Alby. Then, everyone took a breath.
Newt was furious.
"YOU LEFT HER?!" he screamed at Thomas.
"I didn't mean to- the Griever came after me! She ran the opposite direction, at least be glad I was the one in danger!" Thomas shouted a bit.
"She's still out there though! She's not a runner. What if she's already dead." Newt covered his face with his hands. This was the first time he had felt something towards someone, even if she was the only bloody girl in the Glade. He didn't want to lose her.
"You bloody shank! You absolute idiot!" He kept yelling, backing Thomas into a wall as Newt screamed in his ear.
Thomas tried to defend himself shooting remarks this way and that. When he had finished Newt almost began to sob, and when the reality of the situation fell onto Thomas' shoulders he said something he shouldn't have.
"IT WAS HER CHOICE!"
Newt paused, looked at Thomas with such hatred in his eyes that an army would be scared to fight him. Hatred that spanned from the tips of his toes to the crown of his head. A fiery emotion that wasn't good for anyone to experience.
Newt was second in command maybe, but he couldn't ask the runners to go back out there, and after that all the other runners quit. So, he took a breath. It's been bloody 2 months. Compared to the three years Newt had spent in the Glade that wasn't a lot. So why did he feel so strongly towards her then?
Minho walked up and patted Newt on the shoulder.
"Falling hard there?" he whispered into Newt's ear.
"What did he just say?" Thomas asked with a hint of dying rage still left as Newt's ears went red and he scowled. He refused to fall for you. He didn't need anyone, much less a girl. At least he thought.
"Nothing." Newt muttered and wandered off to sort out the mess of Gladers and Alby's situation.
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