A11: The Fighter- A Maze Runner Fanfiction

Chapter 11- Y/N's POV

My feet pounded the stone underneath my feet, my hair flew all over the place as I ran as fast as I could. The Griever roared at the top of its artificial lungs and began rolling after us, its terrifying mechanical noise following in tow. Minho held onto my hand firmly, tugging my arm nearly right out of its socket. Beads of sweat broke out across my forehead, my muscles screamed, ragged breaths tore out of my throat... but I kept on running. I knew the Maze was going to be horrific, terrifying, maybe even traumatic. I wasn't stupid. Grievers were no joke, and I knew that before I entered the Maze. All the Gladers kept reminding me, after all. But this? I couldn't fathom it. Could barely take it. But still, my feet continued to take me back to the Glade. Me and Minho were fairly ahead of the Griever and it was all looking okay until...

My face smacked the pavement.

Minho screamed out of shock and frustration.

The Griever darted straight for me, its pincers and blades spinning.

Closer.

The blade span straight above my eyes.

"Y/N! Y/N!!!"

I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable.

"Hey ugly! Get a load of this!" Minho screamed at the Griever. Minho abruptly began to sprint towards the ivy that choked the Maze walls, seized it and began to embark up it. The Griever chased him immediately, its pincers practically grazing Minho's legs. I watched, helpless, as Minho continued to climb up the wall, the Griever clawing its way after him. Eventually he made it to the top of the wall, ran across it and leaped to the next wall. I gasped as he did this, certain that he had his death warrant signed. The Griever pursued him mercilessly, and yet he still continued to run, hardly faltering. He was running straight back for me, his hand outstretched, and I took it without hesitation. It was slick with sweat, but I still held on.

"Come on, Y/N! We're almost there!" He yelled at me. I was by far too tired to attempt a response, only nodded my head. We were running straight for an opening in the wall, large enough to fit the two of us in. But it was closing. We increased our pace, faster, faster, faster...

"JUMP!" We threw ourselves at the opening and tumbled out the other side. The Griever tried to get through the opening, but the walls closed in and it crushed the thing, its green blood splattering the ivy. I gasped out of relief, squeezed Minho's hand triumphantly.

"We made it!" I choked out.

"Oh yes we did!" He grinned at me and pulled me into a fierce hug. I clung onto him as we walked back to the entrance of the Glade, narrowly avoiding the closing of the walls. Newt came running to where we stood, concern etched across his face.

"Shucking hell! Are you two ok? You look rough, if you don't mind me saying." He raised his eyebrows enquiringly at us.

"Griever. Came straight for us- It very nearly got Y/N here but I saved her from its clutches." Minho explained to Newt, who looked at me nervously.

"Y/N, are you sure being a Runner is a good idea? It's your first day and you very nearly fell victim to one of those things." I nodded my head fiercely.

"I know. But I have to have this job. I know you don't understand and I don't expect you to. But I need this. I will stay with Minho if it makes you happy. Just please let me have this." I pleaded with him. I saw him hesitate, his brow furrowed, his face clouded with thought.

"Ok. I will let you have the job. But Minho," He turned to him.

"You need to keep her safe. Promise me, man."

"I promise nothing will touch a hair on her head." He said solemnly, and the two of them shook hands.

"I can handle myself, thank you. Today just wasn't a good example." I told them, and Minho smiled.

"Right. I better go. Frypan's serving dinner up as we speak." Newt nodded at the two of us and walked off, his limp showing ever so slightly. Me and Minho began to walk away, side by side.

"He likes you, you know." Minho murmured to me.

"What, Newt?" I asked.

"Yup. But that doesn't mean I'm giving him a chance with you, though." He wrapped an arm around my shoulders as I laughed, although I did feel a bit guilty about Newt.

Several hours later, I woke up screaming. A nightmare. I could've swore the Griever was chasing me again, its horrible blades and pincers clawing at my flesh, hacking me to shreds. It all felt so vivid, so real. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I covered my mouth to muffle the screams. My whole body was shaking from my head to my toes and I was covered in sweat. I hoped that nobody heard me, but Minho came bursting into my room, his eyes darting fearfully around my room.

"Y/N? Are you ok? What the shuck happened?" He asked me.

"A nightmare... it was just a nightmare." I gasped at him.

"Oh. Don't worry. I get those all the time." He sat down on my bed and squeezed my hand reassuringly.

"Would you like to tell me what it was about?" He asked me softly.

"It was that Griever from before. It was chasing us again. Well... chasing me. You weren't there. I tripped like before but this time it got me. I could've sworn it was real, that it was actually tearing my skin apart, ripping my limbs to shreds..." I began to sob at the memory of that hateful dream, and Minho wrapped his arms around my waist, cradled me as I cried into his chest. He didn't say anything, just held me, stroked my hair as I continued to cry. Once I had stopped, I tilted my head up and looked at him.

"Please don't leave me. Stay. Just for tonight. I just... I don't want to be alone right now." I pleaded with him, and he smiled gently at me.

"Of course." He lay down on my bed and I nestled into him, my head on his chest, his arms wrapped around me.

"Goodnight, Minho." I looked up at him. He tilted my head towards him and kissed me softly.

"Goodnight, Princess."