MISTAKE | Minho / The Maze Runner

twenty-seven

Newt was dead. Thomas had shot him. He had succumbed to The Flare, and begged Thomas to end his suffering. Newt was a fighter, and he sure as hell fought to the very end.

Minho was losing hope rapidly. His best friend was gone. It felt like losing her all over again. They had lost everyone. Winston, Clint, Jeff, Chuck, her, and now Newt.

Minho knew he had no more hope left in him when they were captured. They were going to be sold to WICKED. Minho couldn't even find it in to fight his capturers. Minho loved to fight. The adrenaline, the violence, but not anymore; he didn't see the point.

Then, Gally walked into the bus Minho and the others were being held in.

"I told you to take it easy on them," he scoffed, visibly angry.

"Follow me, we're going to the Right Arm's headquarters," Gally said.

Minho, Thomas, Brenda, and Jorge followed the boy into a large building, which from the outside, looked completely abandoned.

"All this time, this is where the Right Arm has been hiding," Jorge muttered to Brenda.

Up until a week ago, the pair thought the Right Arm was just a rumour, a ghost of something that might have existed at one point, but now here they were, standing in the Right Arm's headquarters.

"Minho, Thomas. I'm taking you to meet the leader of the Right Arm. He's going to explain the plan to the two of you," Gally explained.

"Plan? Why can't Jorge and I come?" Brenda scoffed.

"Vince only wants two people. I'm taking Minho and Thomas. Trust them more, sorry. And the plan? We're going big this time, infiltrating, and taking down WICKED's headquarters," Gally said, motioning for Minho and Thomas to follow him.

Gally led them to a big room, a man was sitting in a chair. The room was empty, the chair being the only object in there. The man was tall and blonde, and held an air of authority, he demanded respect without having to even say anything.

The second thing Minho noticed was a girl standing next to the man, a large gun in her hand. Her hair was long and ginger, in two tight braids. The large scar on her face stood out against her freckles.

Minho's first thought was that he might have been dreaming, his second thought was that he had died and went to heaven.

It was her. Not matter how different she looked; it was unmistakably her.

"Vera," he breathed out.

The girl looked up at him, and he knew. It was Vera, his Vera.

"Minho," she said, her voice faint.

The gun clattered to the ground and in seconds she was wrapped in his arms. He buried his head in her air, breathing in the scent of her. Then her lips were on his, feverish, like they too know just have much they have missed each other.

When she pulled away, his gripped tightened on her waist, like she could simply disappear at any given moment. His eyes scanned her face, and he was tempted to pinch himself, to make sure he really was awake, and this wasn't all some sick dream his mind had decided to bestow upon him.

"You died! How? What?" Minho sputtered out, at a loss for words.

"It was WICKED, they took me out of the Maze. Made it seem like I was dead. I escaped with Gally, joined the Right Arm," she explained.

"That slinthead," Minho seethed, "I saw him a week ago and he never told me you were actually alive!"

"He didn't tell me he saw you guys either," Vera said softly.

"I'm never leaving your side, not again," Minho said angrily.

At that moment, he knew that he had to destroy WICKED. He would get revenge on them.

"I love you. I love you so much," Vera said, kissing him again.

When Vera pulled away, she asked the hardest question, "who did we lose?"

Minho swallowed the lump that was building in his throat, "a lot. We lost a lot of Gladers. Alby, Chuck, Clint, Jeff, Winston. Newt."

"Newt?" Vera asked, hoping she heard him wrong, but Minho nodded his head in confirmation.

Tears fell down Vera's face. She never got a proper goodbye, and now her best friend was gone forever.

"Sorry to break up the happy reunion, but we got a plan to discuss," Vince said.

Vera nodded, stepping away from Minho but immediately going to his side, letting him wrap his arm around her.

"This is Vince. Leader of the Right Arm," Vera said.

"Vera, Gally. You trust them?" Vince asked.

"With my life," Vera said with confidence.

Vince nodded, getting the reassurance he was looking for.

"Alright, plan time. Listen closely."