Transparent ☆ [The Maze Runner] Gally

As the World Caves In

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A/N: I'm back! I hope everyone enjoys this chapter!

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The souls of my feet slammed against the ground as I trailed behind Newt. At first, his hand had held onto mine in an unbreakable grasp, but now I found myself chasing after him.

I didn't even know if I had the will to continue. Minutes ago, it had felt as tho my heart had been torn out of my chest, left unprotected, only to be crushed again by someone's wandering feet.

Now, it had felt like the air from my lungs had been sucked out of me. I was breathing on borrowed time.

My body came to a halt in an attempt to catch my breath. I watched as Newt's frame grew smaller as he ran further away from me.

My figure slumped forward, my hand secured on my knees, while I gasped for air. I drew my eyes to the spot we had come from. I couldn't remember how far we'd gone into the maze, but if I turned back now I could be with Gally again.

Though, the truth of the matter was that I didn't know if he wanted to be with me again. The truth was I wanted him to follow me.

I wanted him to tell me he couldn't bare to see me leave. That he wanted to fight for me, but when I turned around again he wasn't there. I wasn't sure he would ever be there, where I needed him to be.

I inhaled sharply, my eyes fixed behind me until I heard the patter of feet coming towards me. I slowly turned around, my body facing the person before me.

Chuck panted, trying to retrieve his breath before looking at me solemnly. "Y/N, c'mon we don't want to lose you too". Chuck held a faint smile upon his face then extended his hand, "We care about you too much".

I let out a breath before mirroring his expression. I was almost hesitant to take Chuck's hand. My mind ran circles, questioning if at any second Gally would catch up to us.

If I had just waited a little longer. Would he show? I shook the thought out of my head, grabbing Chuck's warm hand.

Together, we ran through different sections of the Maze. We had been on our feet for a while as we searched for the rest of the group. I was beginning to feel dizzy from all of the sharp turns when we heard shuffling.

It grew louder, causing us to back away from the sound. "Stay behind me", I whispered loud enough for Chuck to hear.

Chuck moved behind me, the sound of the bags he carried making enough noise to alert a Griever from a mile away. "Sorry", he snorted. I shook my head smiling, it was too evident we were not cut out for the Maze.

The shuffling seemed to get closer by the minute, prompting me to find us a hiding place. Once I found a good spot, I squeezed Chuck and I into a patch of greenery.

For a moment, all one could hear was light inhales and footsteps. My hand flew over Chuck's mouth as the heavy footsteps soon came to a halt.

In one swift motion, the shrubbery we were once concealed in was gone, leaving us completely exposed. Fear trickled across my body, but was soon replaced by a massive sense of relief.

"If this was Griever hide and seek, you'd be dead", Minho rolled his eyes. "Minho! Boys", I tightly embraced Minho as if he was someone I hadn't seen in years.

"Hey to you too little warrior", he patted my back. "Welcome back, now we've got to get out of here", Thomas interrupted. I nodded, letting go of Minho.

Getting lost and leaving Gally had become the least of our problems in a matter of seconds. As we cut a corner, Thomas stopped abruptly motioning us to move behind him.

He then placed his index finger against his lips, urging the rest of us to stay quiet. Thomas quickly peeked behind the cement wall, yanking his head back almost immediately.

The ticking sounds and heavy metal dragging across the floor had made it too obvious as to what lied behind our only protection, but Chuck wanted to be sure. He let out a shaky breath before asking, "Is there a Griever?".

Thomas held his breath before fully turning to face Chuck, "Yeah". My heart sped and my palms became covered in a thick layer of sweat. You could almost feel the anxiety of the whole group.

Minho looked to Thomas before his eyes fell on Chuck. He looked at him with such determination as he pulled out a metal piece that he had once said they pulled from a dead griever. "You take this Chuck, stay behind us", Minho's eyes dragged back to mine as if saying to protect both Chuck and myself.

I nodded cautiously in return soon moving forward to pull Chuck closer to me. "Don't worry, you'll be safe with me. I promise", I whispered. I could feel his body tremble slightly out of fear, pushing me to compose myself.

I needed to be strong for Chuck and everyone else. Most importantly, I needed to stay strong because that's what Gally would have wanted me to do. He'd want me stay strong for myself.

Thomas sucked in a breath, then nodded. "Once we're through, this will activate and a door will open" , he began. "Alright we stay close, we stick together. We get through this. We get out now, or we die trying", Thomas glanced at Newt.

I now found myself looking at Newt, who had already been watching me. He gave me a reassuring nod and a small smile. It was almost as if he could read the fear in my eyes.

I pulled Chuck even closer to me, afraid to ever let go of him. Minho turned to me, softly placing a hand on the back of my head, "It's okay, you're safe with us". I gave them all a timid smile. "We're going to be okay", I breathed out. Though, it seemed to me I was trying to convince myself.

Thomas soon spoke up, "Ready?". He slammed his staff down as minho pulled out a machete. The rest of the boys tightened their grip around their weapons.

Thomas looked at me before letting out a motivating cry, "Let's go!". The booming voice of the rest of the group shortly followed after him, as we seemed to have placed ourselves in the face of death.