The Maze Runner Imagines

A Reason to Fight [Minho]

Minho was barely conscious when WICKED researchers moved him for another test. He was laying on a stretcher and all his squinted eyes could see, were the neon lights on the ceiling flashing at him. His body felt heavy, numbed by the drugs. When they finally stopped, he tried to make sense of his surroundings. They were in the lab. Again. Or was it just a dream? One of their shucking experiments? He didn't know how much time passed since they brought him to the facility, but not a day went by without a test. They had forced him so many times to revive his worst nightmares that Minho was starting to lose it. One moment he was in the Glade and the moment later he was running like crazy through the dark underground corridors of the Maze trying to escape from a Griever. However, they weren't the most terrible ones. No. Those he could manage put up with. But not when it came to Y/N.

During their time in the Glade he had tried so hard to deny and hide his feelings in fear of losing her the moment he had voiced them out. It would have meant admitting that he cared more than he wanted to, and he had a hunch the Creators would have loved to take advantage of it. He wasn't sure he could bear it, so he contented himself with just being good friends. And he was right. He had seen her die so many times in his induced hallucinations that he couldn't take it anymore. How many times did he hope to see her again? To touch her. To hold her tight and feel that she was still alive. That was the only thought that kept him going, knowing that his friends were probably trying to find a way to free him. He was sure that Thomas would never give up, but he was starting to waver. No. Stop it. He couldn't back down just now. He had to hold on. For them. For her...he had to fight.

The researchers around him were all busy preparing the tools for his umpteenth experiment when loud noises came from outside the room. He couldn't see clearly from his lying position but judging from the confused expression on the guard's face beside him, Minho was sure that something was going on.

To his surprise, he was also starting to feel his limbs again. Did they lower his dosage or was it him who finally got used to them? Whatever. That could be his chance. He closed his eyes again, feigning to be still under the effect of the drugs and waited. When one of the researches was near enough, Minho opened his eyes, taking the man by surprise, snatched the syringe from his hand and skewered it in his leg. Another man tried to reach him with another syringe, but he was faster. He took the second researcher from behind and injected the needle into his throat. Then, without thinking twice, he charged the guard and knocked him out. He took a moment to catch his breath – after a long time without running he wasn't used to it anymore. He did it!

More loud noises came from outside caught his attention. From the glass walls, he could see people running around with worried expressions. He had to go. Minho slowly opened the door, sneaked out and run, turning right at the first corner. Unfortunately, he found himself face-to-face with one of the guards. When the man saw him, he immediately pointed his gun at his chest and was ready to fire. Shuck! He was screwed. While waiting for the hit to come, the image of a smiling Y/N flashed in his mind. Would he really be able to see her again?

But the hit never came. The man in front of him suddenly jolted and crumbled to the ground. Behind him another soldier. What the hell was happening? Minho's chest rose and fell rapidly, and his eyes darted between the lying body and the standing figure. They looked at each other for a few second that to him seemed an eternity and he contemplated whether or not to charge him too. Then the soldier rose his hand and with a smooth movement removed the helmet from his face, letting Y/C hair fell out.

"Glad to see you're still alive."

He couldn't believe his eyes. "Y/N?" Was he hallucinating again? He looked around and waited for the scene to change as in all his nightmares, but nothing happened.