“Be careful.” Newt said as you tightly double-knotted your running boots.
“That’s the third time you’ve told me that Newt.” you responded. “I’ll be okay. You’ve seen me run. No Griever will catch me.”
“It’s not only the Grievers I’m worried about.” Newt said as you two walked out of the hut you and Teresa shared.
“What do you mean?” you asked. Newt ran his hand up and down his cheek.
“Just… Make sure you come back, okay love?” you shivered. You always did when Newt called you that. He was the first face you had seen in the Glade, and your best friend. Friend. That was all it would ever be. Newt was second in command, and he was loyal to his responsibilities. That was one of the things you liked about him. But it didn’t matter. This was about getting out of the Glade. You all wanted to live, not survive. You had learned that there was a difference. Newt’s words shook you from your thoughts. “…And not a single scratch on you, okay?” you smiled and held up your pinky. Newt scoffed, but laced his finger with yours.
“Promise.” you said. And you meant it. You planned on coming out of the Maze. You blushed as Newt kept his pinky in your until you reached Thomas and Minho.
“Don’t worry Newt. I’m gonna be with y/n the entire time.” Thomas said, then saw your face. “Only because it’s your first time!” you sighed, but nodded, then gave Newt one last reassuring word before running in.
“Minho went toward Sector 8, so we’ll be taking Sector 7.” Thomas said. You nodded, taking a sharp right. You ran a few paces before something caught your eye.
“Thomas, look.” you said, slowing down. You peered at the puddle of red. “Thomas, this is blood.” Thomas knit his eyebrows as he crouched down next to you. “Do Grievers bleed?”
“This… This is Ben’s.” Thomas said in shock. “Shucking-”
“That’s not possible! He was banished a week ago! This is fresh, which means-”
“ What other explanation is there? And if it is fresh, it means he’s close by.” Thomas finished. You both heard a yell, one that sounded like it was in pain.
“MINHO!” you both took off in the direction of the sound, toward Sector 8.
“Over this way!” Thomas yelled. You two found Minho in a small corner covered in vines, holding his leg. Above him stood Ben, panting hard and holding a long, thin, blade. Hearing your footsteps, he turned and made a low growl in your direction before charging you. Ben hit you with such force you were on the ground in no time. Thomas began to move toward you.
“No!” you screamed. “Get Minho!” Ben slammed his weight down on you. You grunted in pain, but felt your fingers close around a rock. You brought your knee up Ben’s crotch, then hit him in the head with your rock. Ben fell almost on top of you, motionless. You ran over to the boys, putting Minho’s arm around your shoulder.
“The Maze is closing soon.” Minho wheezed. He was right, it was getting darker, so you and Thomas picked up the pace. Relief struck you as you saw the opening, and it was even better when you saw Newt waiting. You were wabout to smile when you heard the Maze moan.
And the doors began to close.
You and Thomas started running, reaching the doors when they were halfway shut. You attention turned to Thomas and Minho. We won’t be able to make it. You realized. Looking through the doors, you glanced at Newt one last time. By the look on his face, you could tell he knew what you were going to do.
“Y/n, No!” Newt yelled. You didn’t listen. Pressing your hands on Minho’s and Thomas’s backs, you shoved them forward with everything you had, propelling them through the doors and into the Glade.
“Y/N!” you heard Newt once again. The frantic look on his face broke your heart in two as the two giant slabs of stone closed, sealing you inside. You banged your fists on the doors.
“I’LL KEEP MY PROMISE!” you yelled. You would.
You were making it through the Maze.