The secret of the maze | Thominho fic

Chapter 5

Minho watched in silence behind a wall, watching the boy he once knew as a brave leader get stung and tormented by this beast. He wanted to help Alby, but he knew that would end up in both of them getting stung and dying brutally. That wouldn't help anyone. He waited until he was certain that the griever had left to go and help Alby. His veins were coursing with a deep purple colour and his eyes were a deep scarlet. His shirt was torn to shreds and there were many deep cuts all over his body. Minho went to prop the boy up onto a wall, but before he could, Alby stood up. His back was hunched and his breathing was rapid and heavy. Almost as if he had been brought back to a primal state. He stood up and loomed over Minho before attacking. He moved in an almost zombie-like fashion and threw his body on top of Minho's. Alby was going to kill him. Minho pushed the boy off of him and looked for something, anything he could find to defend himself. A bit of the wall had been chipped off by the griever. Minho scrambled over to the big chunk of brick, avoiding all of Alby's attacks whilst he got there.

He picked the piece of rubble up and looked at Alby. It's now or never. He rushed towards the boy, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Smack! The rock crashed into the side of his skull, knocking the boy out. Minho stood over the boy, trying to figure out what to do next. He glanced at his watch. Shuck. The walls would be closing soon. In that moment, he knew what to do. 

With great force, he hauled the boy onto his back and began to sprint towards the glade. Then, he saw it. The doors were closing in on the maze with a crown of boys on the other side. They were all screaming at him, telling him to leave Alby. But he knew he couldn't do that. People wouldn't forgive him for leaving Alby and the glade would become chaos without a leader. Sure, Newt would take charge but no-one would take him seriously and there's only so much you can do with a limp.

The doors were rapidly coming to a close now and Minho knew he wouldn't make it. Still he wouldn't give up. He couldn't. The figures in the door were becoming blurry, except for one person in the middle of them. Thomas. His heart fell to his stomach and his breath began to speed up.

Shuck. Don't do what I think you're going to do. Someone stop him! 

But it was too late. Thomas had ran into the maze.

Minho stood up and walked over to the boy, grabbing him by the collar and shoving him to the ground. Thomas' eyes widened. '' Why the shuck did you do that? You just killed yourself!'' Minho yelled. Thomas hadn't seen him this angry before. It scared him '' Why does it matter to you if I just killed myself!'' He yelled back '' You barely know me!'' '' BECAUSE I SHUCKING CARE ABOUT YOU, HAS THAT EVER CROSSED YOUR STUPID LITTLE MIND!?'' Minho yelled back in reply. He let go of Thomas' collar and stormed off into the maze.

It had been about an hour since Minho had ran off. Why the shuck did you do that Minho. You just killed him by walking off and leaving him for dead. Minho ran a hand through his inky black hair and leant against a wall. He was stupid. Really shucking stupid.

His train of thought was interrupted when he heard a shrill, high pitched scream echo throughout the walls of the maze. Thomas! He ran as fast as his legs could carry him to find the boy. He ran through every twist and turn until he could see Thomas. When he finally spotted him, he was running for his life with a griever not far behind him. Minho grabbed his arm from behind a corner and dragged him into the vines with him. Their eyes locked as Minho covered Thomas' mouth with the palm of his hand. ''Sshh, we don't want your pretty little face getting ruined now, do we?'' Thomas blushed yet said nothing, leaving Minho amused. They stayed like that for a while. Maybe 15? 20? minutes. To be honest, Minho didn't care. He was captivated by Thomas' dusky blue eyes and chestnut brown hair.