Forever in my mind~a Newtmas fanfiction [HIATUS]

Chapter 11: Ignoring fate

HI GUYYYSSSS it's Myrthe! Just wanted to thank you all for the support and lovely comments :) Andddd for the 300(!) reads of course! I'll stop talking and get on with the chapter now. Byeee!

THOMAS' POV

What have I done.

I'm facing the door, crying. What have I done. I bang my hands against the rough stone of the doors and let out a cry. I sob, but get interrupted by a low, metallic moan. The same moan that woke me up last night. A shiver makes its way through my body and my instinct makes me turn around, but I immediately regret it. My eyes stare into the deep abyss of the Maze. Dark, ivy-covered walls make paths and corridors. Minho is facing me, and he says: "Welcome to the Maze. You have just killed yourself."

Panic fills my stomach as another deep groan finds its way to my ears, but much closer this time. "If you want to die worthy, then get the hell out of this place and RUN!" Minho shouts. "I'm not gonna leave you here!" I shout back. "But I'm not gonna leave Alby here as well!" he says. "Alby needs help. He has been stung."

"Stung?" I ask. "A Griever got to him and stung him. He is in real danger," he explains. "But no time to chit-chat, go! Go!" to which I reply: "I'm not leaving without you!" and he groans. "Shuck it, Thomas, you have the best chance of living! Alby is already dying and I'm exhausted. For god's sake, Thomas, RUN!" he shouts. But I ignore everything he just said. Instead, I think. I think of solutions, how to get out of this place alive.

MINHO'S POV

I watch as he doesn't react to anything I just shouted, and feel the anger build inside my stomach. Just as I'm about to stand up and do something about it, his face lights up and he runs over to Alby.

He takes Alby's arm in his hands. "Give me a hand!" he shouts. I stand up and grab Alby's other arm and together we drag him to the wall. "If we tie him up in the ivy, he won't be visible" he states, and I laugh cynically. "And then? Just leave him there, to die?" I ask, sarcastically. "We can come back for him in the morning." he answers. I laugh again and say: "You're a smart one, Greenie."