𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐀𝟖 || 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐭

𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞

Your heart broke as Gally opened the Slammer, and forced Newt to hold you back as he forced your group out. He made people Thomas and Teresa weren't close to hold them, but he made the love of your life hold you. You felt a single tear drop onto your shoulder, and you turned around (as much as possible) to see Newt trying, and failing, not to cry.

You reached the doors of the Maze, where three posts where stuck into the ground. Newt took you to the middle one, tying up your hands up feet to look tightly tied, but they were actually very loose. You gave him a wink and a reassuring smile, which he returned, albeit weakly.

You leaned around your post as much as possible, to see Thomas being dragged along the ground and Teresa being hustled along very roughly.

"Why are you Banishing us, Gally?" you called out. "We haven't done anything wrong! Look at Thomas!"

You jerked your head in his direction, where he was still unresponsive on the dirt.

"Look at Teresa!"

Everyone looked at the other girl's blood-stained T-shirt.

"And look at me!"

You felt everyone's eyes on you as you rotated your arms as much as possible to show all of the bandages and cuts.

"We don't want to hurt you! All we want to do is get out!"

Gally leaned against his spear, eyes downcast. "This ... this isn't a Banishing, Y/N."

"Then what is it?" you asked.

"It's an offering," Gally sighed. "If we give you three up, the Grievers will leave us alone."

"Are you shucking stupid?" you spat, all pretence of bargaining abandoned with his idiocy.

"The Grievers won't leave you alone!" Teresa cried, exasperated, looking around at the boys furtively, trying to convince them of Gally's misunderstandings and potential unhinged mental state. "What if those doors never close again? The Grievers will come back and kill you all! They'll keep coming, and coming, until you're all dead."

Everyone seemed to consider this, except Gally. He remained stoic, unmoving. Unconvinced.

"Gally, please, maybe, he's right," Newt begged, trying to reason his with his old friend one last time.

"Who's side are you on, Newt?" Gally glared, his eyebrows in a full-on V-shape. He motioned to Thomas on the floor. "Tie him up."

Thomas lay limp until he was half-lifted off the floor, and then delivered a sharp elbow to one of the boy's groin. Newt unsheathed his machete and cut you down, handing you a spare dagger from somewhere.

When a boy raced to grab you, you grabbed his arms, kneeing him in the stomach and flipping him over your shoulder. Minho held a machete to Gally's throat, giving him a 'try me, shank' death glare. Teresa and Thomas joined you, along with Chuck and Frypan. Your heart ached that Alby wasn't here to escape with you.

Finally, we can go, and Alby's ...

"It's over, Gally," you said. "Come on. Please, just come with us. If you stay here ... Teresa's right. You'll die."

"Don't listen to them!" Gally cried as some people took a step forwards. They immediately froze: the Gladers were loyal to a fault. Every. Last. One. "Y/N's just trying to scare you."

"No, she's not," Thomas stepped in gently. You let him take the lead on this - he was good at reasoning with people. "You're already scared, alright? We just want to get out of here, safe and sound, and get back to our homes, to the people that love us. It's not too late to come with us, Gally. Everyone," he extended his arms. "Everyone - it's not too late. Do you really want to stay here, attacked endlessly by Grievers?"