Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

Minho Imagine {1}

This imagine is dedicated to my life long friend marksnooty . Yes sharing the same name is kinda awkward but what can I say? I love you. Welcome to Wattpad and I hope you enjoy!
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"Alright Ashley your on!"

With that said, the mad dash began. Corner after corner, turn after turn. A race to the death. Well, not really. Just a race against your best friend.

You sprinted to the left and he went for the right. Whoever got to the glade first won. Seems easy enough right? Wrong. You could say you weren't the most athletic.

Despite your smaller size you did keep good stamina allowing you to run non stop for at least eight - hundred metres. Five minutes passed by as you realized you needed a break or your heart would explode.

Luckily for you, you took the shorter route, allowing time on your grateful hands. While you took your well deserved break you began to walk for a few minutes.

You never got to take in your surroundings properly here, as you were running for your damn life half the bloody time.

Although the Maze was a towering structure it was somewhat calming. The green vines did give it some life despite the dead looking stone walls.

You traced your hand along the cracks in the stone, as if it were to tell you it's secrets and, a secret passage would be revealed.

"I wish we could get out of this mess already." Your voice was less than a whisper. Your breathing was washing over your voice as you neared the next turn.

Wait. Was it left? Or right? Come on Ashley think! What would Minho do? You started to panic now, fearing for the worst. You've never gotten lost in the Maze before. Ever.

"It's a fifty - fifty chance."

You adjusted your backpack as you began your run once more. Choosing the right side never fails right? You ran along the inside of the wall incase an unwanted intruder lurk ahead.

Another ten minutes wasted on an area you didn't recognize. You knew you should have turned back once you didn't notice anything.

"I'm so dead.."

A metallic shriek was heard from somewhere in front of you. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end. Minho had to be back in the Glade waiting for me.

You turned another corner, your body sliding against the wall for somewhat 'more' coverage. Could you possibly die like this? You didn't want to think of that any longer.

One. Two. Three.

Clicks and whirls were approaching you dangerously fast. It was now or never. You ran as fast as your little feet could carry you. Keeping your breathing on focus you ran back the way you came. Luckily for you, your mapping skills were great.

Left, right, left again. You never knew what to do in a situation like this because this had never happened. Clicking was heard from all directions, they were obviously closing in.

You came to a four way opening as you stared through all four corridors. Darkness loomed at the end of each one hiding even the largest enemy. The sky above you was blotched with grey and dark blue patches.

The doors.

The doors were about to close. Regaining your memory on where you were, you made a mad dash towards corridor number three. At least you'd die trying to find a way back.

You were running like you never had before. The maze walls just a blur as you sped past. The darkness almost ready to consume you in a matter of seconds. "I'm on my way."

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An hour had past and there was still no sign of you in the Glade. Minho was now starting to worry. Maybe this was a bad idea after all.

As the keepers moved everyone away from the doors, Minho stood gazing upon the darkened halls. You were going to make it. He knew that.

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You screamed at the top of your lungs as a blade came inches from your leg, almost surgically removing your limb.

Another few turns made your heart skip a beat. A slit of light caught your attention. The doors.

The doors were closing as you saw you so called 'hero' standing there dumbfounded. Did he really just- never mind.

You squeezed through the impossibly tight opening as you began to collapse to the ground. A pair of strong arms held you firmly in place allowing you to look behind you at the now closed door.

"You slinthead I thought I lost you!"

With that said he embraced you in a tight hug. You cried silently onto his shoulder creating a now wet patch of fabric.

"Minho I'm sorry!" Your crying now became noticeable as he smiled sympathetically. Were you really sorry? You were never sorry before and this didn't feel natural.

"I knew you'd make it out. I have faith in you." His words almost brought you to more tears if that was even possible. Big brave Minho almost crying over you. You wiped your eyes as you gave him a small smile.

"I love you, you shank."

" I love you too, shuckface."