Altered {Maze Runner}

Banished

This is a happy chapter--- sorta... hope you guys enjoy after waiting months cause I'm a poo. ;)

And lots of point of views switching btw

Newt's POV

Logan's eyes were laced with terror as Glader's pumped their fists while crying out she be punished. A mass of cheers pounded through the Gladers as the vote was concluded, Logan was being sentenced to survive the rest of her life in the Maze. Chuck, Minho, Thomas, Teresa, and I were the only objections. This didn't seem to waver Gally's decision. Before I could repeat anymore retorts, Gladers jerked Logan towards one of the Maze walls. She pounded against them, hollering for me.

I bolted after them shouting commands, "Stop! Please! This isn't how we run things!" Nothing. The creaking of the Maze walls shifting to a close bellowed throughout the Glade. Gladers advanced while jerking away Logan, my screams couldn't penetrate the proceeding crowd. Racing around the crowd, I planted a stance in front of the Gladers blocking the entrance from the Maze. Doors leaned closer, within seconds it would smash my body together. Everyone halted to a pause while the brushed Logan through the doors, instead of continuing she collided into me.

She shook in my grasp, but I draped my arms around her. "This isn't how we run things. We are closer than ever to escaping. Except you all want to throw another member into the Maze! Think about the consequences!" Faces altered for seconds, contemplating the single idea.

This was all Gally's fault. He demanded power, while other boys were hungry for blood. The girls were amongst the group, including Emily. The feeling between the both of us were mutual, we hated each other. No surprise stung we when I noticed her mischievous smile. Thomas, Teresa, Chuck, and Minho were attempting to bulge through the crowd to obliterate the actions. There were too many. Nothing at this point could stop them.

"If you love her so much, why don't you join her!" was all Gally had to mutter, when a force caused Logan and I to tumble through the doors. The cries of Minho, Thomas, Chuck, and Teresa bellowed before we faltered into the never ending passage.

Thomas' POV

(bet you didn't see this coming) :)

Before I could control my body, I lunged in the direction of Gally, raising a fist. My fist penetrated Gally's face ,but someone weaved themselves between us before I could land another one. Teresa. Her hair was spiraling in an assortment of directions with a scowl directed towards me. Gally strained to his legs, with the aid of other Gladers. He flung a wad of blood caked spit into the grass while wiping away the new bloody nose. Most likely broken.

"What were you thinking?! You idiot!" I barked, rage etched in my words. Gally heaved a few breaths before snatching my gaze. "They're good as dead!"

"At least we'll have something to look forward to." he snickered, but instantly locked his lips when I eased my fist into the air once again. Teresa shot me a scold but she was aware of my intentions. Instead of delivering a retort, I stomped off, unaware of my destination.

Teresa was crunching twigs behind me. Nothing was removed from her lips but calm, deep breaths. Slouching against a tree, I sighed brushing away my hair from my vision. She followed my gesture but landed in front of me. "Thomas-"

"I don't want to here it Teresa. Not now." was all I managed when she placed her hand on my knee in sympathy. Tingles sprouted in the new found affection. Her blue eyes locked with mine.

"Thomas, this is hard for all of us. Gally has to be stopped, along with finding a way out. Newt knows what he's doing, he used to run in the Maze too. He'll survive, Logan too. For now we must focus on Gally. What he might try next." Teresa offered, although her voice wavered with daunt.