Just Smile (TMR Fanfic Minho x Reader x Newt)

Chapter 34

"No," I cut off. "Absolutely not, I am not going to leave them to defend us and enter the code."

"But you might get hurt," Vera protested. It stung my heart, how she easily forgave me about her brother and worried for me.

"We all can get hurt. I'm not backing off, and that's that," I firmly stated.

"Alright, so we'll clear the way for you two, and you guys enter the code," Newt concluded.

"Make it three, take Chuck with you," I glanced at the boy who had been panting next to Thomas. He shot me a grateful and guilty look. I ruffled his hair one last time.

"Stop, there's grievers up ahead," Minho interrupted. We all stopped, and sure enough, around the corner were at least fifty grievers.

"How many can you blow up?" Tommy inquired.

"Not that many unless they were all covered in oil," I grunted.

"Shouldn't someone give a speech or something?" Vera asked, looking at Thomas, Minho, me, and Newt.

"Go ahead," Newt nodded at Minho, who turned to the crowd.

"Be careful. Don't die," he said dryly.

I snorted.

"Great, we're all bloody inspired," Newt rolled his eyes.

We focused on the current matter, and stepped into section 7. Minho held me back before we all ran in to face our fears.

"I'm serious. Don't die, and be careful. I love you," he mumbled. His nearly black eyes stared back at me, and I couldn't register what he said at the end. He smirked, but it was a sheepish look.

"I care for you too, so don't go off and be reckless," I scowled to cover up my embarrassment.

His smirk turned into a happy smile.

"Alright, everyone clear the way for Thomas, Teresa, and Chuck!" Minho hollered one last time before we charged at the grievers.

I stuck next to Chuck until I got distracted by Ren screaming. She had no weapons with her currently because it was buried in the griever. It grabbed her and tried to tear her apart. I felt enraged again, and threw a spear I had been holding onto, and It hit it's mark, killing the griever instantly. Ren fell to the ground, frightened and shocked, but that was it. I spotted Winston helping her up, and from there on I left her in his care.

The cries of the Gladers as streaks of red decorated the hall was earsplitting. I felt nauseous, and really really strained. If i ever saw those Creators, I would make sure to let them be torn by these same creatures.

"Minho!"

I turned around and saw Thomas frantically press at a keypad for a second.

"There Are two parts of the code! What's the sequence?!"

"What?!" Minho hollered back, distracted.

"THE BLOODY SEQUENCE MINHO!" Newt screamed from somewhere.

"Oh! Uh, 71526483!" Minho shouted really fast.

"SAY IT SLOWLY," Thomas yelled.

"SHUCK! 7! 1! 5!" Minho emphasized each number as he dodged the Griever's odd machines. He ducked as the griever sliced the air where his head had been. "Hey! Not the face or the hair, slimy git!"

"Help! Zia! Thomas!" I heard Chuck yelp. I turned around and saw him dangling from a griever again. These things have to stop attacking the boy. Like, seriously.

"FOCUS ON THE CODE TOMMY! I GOT HIM!" I shouted as Thomas tried to go after the boy.

Teresa was holding onto his arm, trying to not let go of him.

"Hold on Chuck!" Teresa growled.

"Again, NO SHIT!" Chuck retorted.

I barely got Chuck out of the monster's grip, and together, Teresa, Chuck, and I kicked the thing off the ledge of our corridor.

"MINHO! NO!" I heard Thomas freak out.

I looked towards them again, and saw Minho barely holding back a griever, flat on his back as the griever stood above him, trying to sting him.

I felt my blood run cold, and panicked, freezing. Jeff screamed and charged at the Griever, giving Minho some time to stand back up. By the time he had, Jeff was taken. I saw him die, and felt like there was a bottomless gap at the bottom of my heart.

"2! 6! 4! 8! 3!" Minho continued the code for Thomas. He entered it, and a door appeared. We all clambered through, and found another door, with a computer for the final code. Meanwhile, more Grievers started popping out from their pods, and Thomas started to fight one of them, leaving Teresa and Chuck to figure it out.

"Tom! What's the code?!"

Ok, seriously. Deja vu much?

"Float, catch, bleed, death, stiff, push!" Tommy recited quickly.

"Say it slowly you klunkhead!" I yelped as I ducked under a griever's stinging end.

"Float! Catch! Bleed! Death! Stiff! PUSH!" Thomas shouted, frustrated.

"It won't let me type in the last word!" Teresa panicked, frantically trying again.

"Found it!"

The griever, about to strike me, shut down and fell limp. I sighed in relief. Maybe it was over now. I turned to look at our Gladers, and felt my heart lurch at the small number of us.