Cursed Peace (Minho x Reader)

The end of the Beginning

(Y/n's) Pov:

I was behind. Running with a limp, painfully slowly at the back of the group. I'd never been the last person when running. It was an odd feeling to not be able to see every twist and turn before my very eyes, instead relying on the people in front of me to lead the way.

Things had changed for all of us. Thomas had taken the place of our leader, running towards a hope we had all scarcely felt for so long. I was proud to follow my friend. And I was proud that I had finally been able to see the day we'd escape the maze.

With adrenaline pumping through my veins, dulling the pain in my body, I ran through the corridors that I had marked in my brain for years. Never again would the runners of the glade suffer at their cold, cruel hands again.

Thomas had led us back towards the grievers home, stopping just before turning the corner. With his back pressed against the stone he peeked his head around to assess the danger. Now at a stop I could finally join Minho and Newt at the front of the group.

"Is there a griever?" Chuck asked.

"Yea," was all Thomas replied with.

Grabbing the device that opened the doors, Minho passed it to the small boy, "you take this, Chuck. Stay behind us." After passing on the key the keeper turned to me and placed a gentle hand on my arm, making sure he avoided my wounds. With a stern and worried look he commanded, "Go with Chuck. Stay at the back I don't want you fighting."

"Tell that to every scar those bastards gave me. I stay and fight with you." I commanded back, turning to look at Thomas and Newt on the you. We'd all fight together. That's how its always been and how it'll stay.

Minho was about to argue when Teresa spoke up, "It's ok, I'll stick with him," she said as she handed over her spear to me before tying her hair back. I gave her a single nod of appreciation. She returned the gesture.

Now that that was sorted it was time for the game plan. "Once we're through it'll activate and the door will open. Alright? We stay close and we stick together, we get through this, we get out now!... or we die trying," Thomas spoke with the power of a leader. "Ready?" He slammed the end of the spear into the ground, sparking adrenaline throughout all of our bodies.

Those who carried their knives or any other weapons drew them from their sheaths, preparing for the onslaught we were about to face. My hand tightened on the spear as I braced my legs to start running again.

We were ready.

"LETS GO," Thomas shouted before the group followed him around the corner and to our future.

With a defying battle cry from all of us we charged down the bridge towards the awaiting griever. Its hideous roar was masked by our own. It sprung into action, tail raised high and ready for the kill. Our group stuck together stabbing our spears at the creature forcing it to jump to the side. We turned our bodies to face it once again and continued our assault.

"Push it!," Thomas screamed and we followed his command.

Loose hairs were sticking to the sweat on my face as I ducked from its wildly swinging tail. The fight had taken my focus off the pain that I was in thankfully but I could still feel my ribs crying out in pain from the movement.

The griever took its first victim then, grabbing one of the boys and throwing him over the edge to his death. That's when I saw one of its legs crash down in front of Chuck, causing the poor boy to lose his grip on the key. It went rolling across the bridge as he chased after it.

"CHUCK!" I cried as half of his body fell over the the edge.

Abandoning the battle for a moment I flew with a newfound speed towards my friend and grabbed ahold of his bag and vest. Using what little strength I had left in my body I tried to haul him back up.