Ruby's POV
It's been weeks since I've arrived in the glade. I've been wanting to become a runner but Newt says it's "too dangerous". We were all waiting for Thomas and Minho to return but they were taking very long, me and Newt were beginning to worry. I glanced at Newt, worry clearly shown on my face. He just looked at me and said " Don't worry, they're gonna make it." Then the doors started closing. Everybody was panicking until we saw Minho and Thomas. Minho seemed to be... carrying Thomas? Oh no... Everybody was shouting and encouraging Minho to go faster. He tried and tried but Thomas was too heavy for him to carry alone. That's when I got an idea. Newt stared at me and it was his turn to look worried. "Ruby n-"
"Newt, I have to."
That's when I bolted through those doors.
Newt tried to grab my wrist but I slipped out of his grasp.
Everybody was now screaming at me. I was in. I turned around and those doors were tightly closed shut. I slightly jumped and turned back around when Minho broke the silence.
"Great job." He began, trying to catch his breath. "You just killed yourself."
"Now's not the time to worry about me. What happened to him?" I questioned him, referring to Thomas. "What the shuck does it look like? He got stung." He sassed. "Is he-" "No. Just unconscious." I was so relieved. Minho scrambled to his feet when he heard a mechanical whirring noise. "We gotta hide." He whispered. We've been hiding for hours, nothing. We were just about to come out from our hiding place when the sound of mechanical whirring came back. It kept getting louder, and louder, and- Oh shuck. We both grabbed Thomas' body with one arm over my shoulder and the other over Minho's. That Griever finally found us; and it didn't look happy. "Run and find a place to hide. I'll distract it." Minho whispered.
"What?! Minho are you insa-"
"Go!" He interrupted.
"No! I'll distract it, and you hide!" I whisper/shouted.
He sighed. "Fine."
We both ran our separate ways and ran for hours. We ran into each other making both of us jump. It was almost morning and the doors were about to open. There was another section were we could hide for the night and the Grievers wouldn't be able to find us. Hopefully. Minho had already gotten there and was waiting for me. "Ruby! C'mon!" He shouted.
I had my sights on the griever just feet away from me. "Come on!" I shouted, as if it could hear me. The doors for that path were starting to close. I ran as fast as I could with the griever on my tail. "Ruby!" He shouted, once again. Then the doors closed. I did it. I killed a griever. The doors were closing and everybody stood there waiting for us. Everybody then lost hope and walked away. Chuck turned to them and turned back to the maze. "Yeah!" He shouted, catching everybody's attention. We were almost at the doors carrying Thomas. We were out! That would prove to Newt that I could be a runner."Quick! Take Thomas to the Med-Jacks!" Newt shouted before running toward me and Minho. He then pulled me into the tightest hug. He then pulled away. "Are you out if your bloody mind?" He asked. I just gave him a sheepish smile. "We'll talk about this later." He said. "So, Ruby.." Chuck began. "You saw a griever?" He asked.
"Y-"
"She didn't just see one, she killed it."
Minho replied, giving me a proud look.
WOOOH! That sure was a long chapter! I will be writing more, so this isn't the end. It would be a pretty sucky ending too.... -Mysterious writer who would like to keep her name in secret
