In The Maze

Chapter twenty-four (Minho)

From here on out I'll be incorporating some movie scenes/dialogue. While I always include canonical info/dialogue in all my fics, I've never rewritten full scenes word for word. Since I want to follow movie canon for this fic, I'll be adding some scenes straight from the movie though they might not coincide 100%. More like 90% since this is an AU.

Please let me know what you think! I live for your comments!

Chapter 25 will be posted Sunday February 19th!
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My leg muscles throbbed as I pushed myself harder and faster one step at a time. My biceps strained under Alby's deadweight but I refused to let go. I couldn't leave him at the mercy of the maze. He meant too much to Newt and we needed a leader.

The griever that stung him came out of nowhere then vanished as quickly as it came. One silver lining, I supposed. Still, that did nothing to ease my fears as the sun began to set. Turning the last corner I saw a crowd waiting by the doors. They cheered me on, willing me to run faster with their words.

"Come on, Minho, you can do it!"

"Come on! Go!"

"Come on, you can make it!"

"Minho, you gotta leave him!" That's not going to happen.

The doors shifted and began to close, their massive gears turning inside. I cried out from the exertion and pushed myself to move faster though I knew it was futile. Then, just before the doors closed, someone squeezed through.

Chuck screamed, "Thomas, no!" But it was too late.

I fell on my backside, panting heavily, Alby unconscious at my feet. "Good job. You just killed yourself."

Thomas looked over Alby, concerned. He didn't seem to understand the consequences of his actions. "What happened to him?"

"What does it look like?" I snapped.

"He got stung." It wasn't a question. "What happened to his head?"

"I did what I had to do." Knocking him out had been the easy part. He'd gone ballistic immediately after getting stung.  As much as it pained me, I doubted Alby would survive the night. I pulled Thomas up with me. "We gotta  go. The maze is already   changing."

He remained locked in place. "Hey, Minho! We can't just leave him here."

I rolled my eyes. We didn't have time for this. "We gotta go, Thomas. We have to keep moving."

"No! We have to hide him. Where?"

"I don't know."

"Are you telling  me there's not a single place  we could  take him?"

"Listen to me, shuckface, all right." I grabbed his shirt and shoved him into the wall. This dumb shank was going to get himself killed. "Take a look around. There's nowhere  to go! Don't you get it? We're already  dead!"

Stubbornly, Thomas shook his head and bent over Alby. With a grunt, he hoisted him to his feet and began dragging him down the corridor. At that rate, neither would stand a chance against the changing walls let alone the grievers.

I was tempted to run off. To find someplace to hunker down and pray that I'd live to see the morning light. But something stopped me. Maybe it was Thomas' optimism or the guilt that I'd feel for not trying to help. Or maybe it was the understanding that, if (Y/N) had had help, she might not have been taken from us.

Groaning, I draped Alby's other arm over my shoulders and took some of his weight. "You're a real stupid shank, you know that?" Thomas just smirked.

We settled on hiding Alby in the ivy. Hoisting him up high in hopes nothing would notice him. The vine was nearly in place when I heard a deep, guttural growl off to our left. A new passageway opened and a hulking figure appeared. "We gotta go. We gotta  go now!"