runnerette || the maze runner fanfiction **UNDERGOING EDITS**

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For what seems like the millionth time, I was sharply awoken by the rapping sound of metal on wood.

"Come in." I mumble, rubbing my eyes.

Minho steps in slowly, dropping the purple flower curtain behind him. He slowly strolled over.

"Morning sweetheart." He puts one hand on the back of his neck.

"Hi Minho." I say, sitting up the best I could in my hammock.

"I just wanted to apologize," Minho starts, "for the way I've been treating you lately. Newt said something and I'm sorry, I didn't know I was making you feel uncomfortable. I-". He stops to shift his feet and put his hands on his hips. "I would like to be your friend, if that's okay."

I'm honestly shocked. I can't believe I'm hearing what I'm hearing. This was very unlike Minho. I guess he's being very sincere. I'll thank Newt later for saying something.

"Yeah, that's fine. I'd like to be your friend." I say, not as surprised at my words as I though I would be.

"Really?" Minho said loudly. He cleared his throat and continued. "Well we better eat breakfast and head out now. We'll have another shorter day so we can come see the greenie. Always do on Greenie Day. Oh, and happy one month here at home sweet home." Minho walks out, curtain swinging behind him. I quickly get out of my hammock and walk after him.

~*~

After a quick breakfast, we run. We don't say much so we could save our breath, but if we were talking, I'd like to believe we would be chatting. Trying to get to know each other better, beginning a friendship.

On our second break we have some time to talk.

"We're not going to go out to the outer rings today." Minho says, taking a bite of his sandwich. "I'm as excited to see the new greenie as you are."

"I forgot about that again." I say, turning to look at him. "What's it like?"

"Well-" He starts, but he gets cut off by the faint sound of a blaring alarm.

"Sounds like it's coming from the Glade." I say, standing up quickly.

Minho laughs and gets up slowly. "It is. It's the Greenie alarm. They'll be up in a half an hour. If we jog, we'll get there ten minutes after they come up."

I pick up my garbage and stuff it into my pack. "Let's go!"

"Oh alright sweetheart." He jogs ahead of me.

I catch up to him and we're jogging side by side. "So," I say, trying to start a conversation, "how long have you been here?"

"Since the very beginning." Minho says, looking straight ahead. "It was different, much different than it is now."

"A good different?" I cock my head sideways at him.

"A bad different. I'm thankful it's not like how it was before, and you should be too."

"What was it like?"

"Rough. At the very beginning, there were no rules. Those were dark days. Eventually someone took over, then Alby. Ever since then it's been better."

"Have you ever wanted to be leader?"

"How many questions do you have?" We laugh a little. "I did at first, I am the leader type, I think. Alby does just fine."

~.~

The whole jog back, we chatted, got to know each other better. We started talking about the time frame I've been here, laughed a lot, and got acquainted. It wasn't awkward anymore.

We get to the Glade and it was unusually silent.

"That's weird. We'll go talk to Alby & Newt after we draw up today." Minho's voice seems to echo off the Glade walls it was so silent.

I nod. We draw up our maps then wander around looking for Alby & Newt. We couldn't find them. We didn't even see Thomas. Also, no one seemed to know where they were, and no one would tell us what happened.

Minho rubs the back of his neck. "This is really strange."

Finally, someone told us they were in the Med-Jack hut. We hurry, hoping for the best. In there was Thomas, Newt, Alby, and Jeff, who was tending to someone I didn't recognize laying on a cot.

"What's going on here?" Minho demands. "Someone explain."

Newt folds his arms. "There's another sweetheart."

"Another one?" I ask, heart pounding.

"Yes, another girl. But this time she came with a message." Newt hands me a piece of crumpled paper.

I take it, unfold it, and gasp. Minho reads over my shoulder.

She's the last one. Ever

"No." Minho says, rubbing his chin. "They can't be serious . . . can they?"

"They could be shucking with us." I say.

"I don't think the Creators would." Alby says, speaking for the first time.

Thomas chimes in. "Newt went in there. The girl was really pale, he thought she was dead, but then she sits up and says 'Everything is going to change,' then goes into this coma, which she's currently in right now."

"That's strange." Minho says.

"Should we be worrying?" I ask nervously.

"Maybe," Alby says, "But not now. I want you and Newt to seperate the Box supplies, and everything to die down. We'll see what happens with time."

"Could this be the end?" Thomas asks. "This could be our chance. The time to get out."

"Yeah, but why now?" Newt chews his lip. I know it's an inappropriate time but he looks really hot when he's thinking.

"Well we can't be here forever, mazes are meant to be solved, right?" I say, swaying my right foot on my toes.

"Right, and we will solve it. I promised Chuck I'd bring him back to his parents, I can't break it." Thomas clenches his fists.

"I said I'd help too." I say.

"Thomas might be right." Minho adds. "This could be it."

Everyone looks at Alby.

"We'll see. Newt & Caroline, go through the supplies. Everyone else go do something productive. We can't let others freak out about this." He says, little emotion showing in his voice or his face.

I nod. "Alright Newt let's go. Bye everyone." I wave and we walk out.

"Another girl," Newt says, grabbing my hand and swinging after we left, "are you psyched?"

" I don't know." I sigh. "I should be, but I don't want to be catty with her or anything."

"Yeah, we probably shouldn't let that happen." Newt laughs. I laugh when he laughs. He's too damn cute.

We get to the box. I throw Newt a crowbar, narrowly missing his head. We look through the crates until we find a pink one.

"I'm guessing this is it." Newt says, snickering.

"Just open the crate." I laugh.

He cracks it open and we stare at it's contents.

"No way." Newt breathes. "You didn't."