Minho Love Story (Maze Runner fan fic)

Eighteen

We all run for the doors, not being able to believe what was actually happening. It was well after dark, dinner hadn't even been served yet and the doors were still open, allowing the grievers to haul their ugly asses in the glade. The place we are supposed to be most safe. This was not good.

As we stand there, we hear the mechanical noises of a griever but the noise is soon replaced by a loud boom making it's way across the glade as another door opens. One that has never opened before. We look behind us and see the door, slowly opening like it does in the morning. We hear the noise again as the two other doors open in the same fashion. Every point the grievers could see was open. We were sitting ducks. And we were screwed. Thomas quickly kicks into action.

"Chuck. Go to council hall. Start barricading the doors." He orders and Chuck nods, Newt ordering Winston and Frypan to go help. "Minho, get as many weapons as possible." I didn't have to be told twice to follow him and we bolt to the map room where the weapons are kept. 

As we're running off, we hear a griever make its way to the main passage of the maze. "Alright, everybody hide!" I hear Thomas yell, making me run faster to avoid the eyes of the incoming griever. 

When we reach the map room, Minho fiddles with the lock on the cupboard. Frustrated but mostly scared, I roll my eyes and grab my machete. "Watch out." I announce and he steps back before I swing my arm to the wood separating us from the weapons. 

"Nice." Minho comments before grabbing spears and knives of difference and passing them out to the people waiting on the inside. To be honest, I could have cared less if they walked in. If we were right, we could get out of here. If we survive tonight. 

At least 20 minutes has passed before we reach the glade, all of us running full speed toward the griever that was attacking a defenceless group of teens. Including an injured Alby with Clint and Jeff helping him along.

"Ahhhh!" Minho screams as he throws a spear into a griever which yes, pissed it off, but also bought us time to get to safety. All the weapons had been thrown and again, we were screwed.

"Guys! Over hear!" Chuck yells, a lantern in one hand, and his other waving us over. We sprint to the hall entrance and quickly close the door, all of us gathering in one corner, staying down and keeping quiet. 

The griever, knowing our location, begins tapping on the roof of the council hall, trying the find the weak spots. We quietly move in closer, trying to stay out of reach from the griever. Then it happens. A mechanical arm shoots through the roof and snaps the bit of wood in half that holds up the wood making the straw cave in and brushing us to the ground. We all shout in fear.

"Everyone OK?" Newt asks

"Yeah." I cough before getting up and seeing a griever poke its ugly face through the hole it made before its tail (?) comes through and finds the closest person to grab: Chuck. Thomas lurches forward as Chuck screams in fear, the rest of us holding Thomas so he doesn't fly out either.

"Don't let go Chuck!" Thomas pleads.

"No shit!" Chuck shouts back. We try desperately to win the tug of war match between us and the griever then we hear Alby's battle cry as he picks up a thick piece of wood and smashes off the grievers stinger, screaming as it drops Chuck and retreats back outside. 

"Chuck are you OK?" I ask him and he nods.

"Yeah I'm fine. Thanks Alby." He says and Alby nods before the griever comes back and grabs Alby. Again, Thomas lurches forward and grabs Alby's hand. Alby holds on to the wall.

"Thomas, get them out." And those were his last words as he lets go and the griever takes him to the night.

"No!" Thomas screams and makes his way for the only door in the place.

"Thomas no!" We all yell and follow him out. The scene that confronts us made me shudder. The glade was destroyed. Where the hammocks used to be, contained fire, same for basically every single structure in the place. Frypan's kitchen was destroyed and all of the places we slept, including the homestead was gone along with our medical supplies. The only structures left that we could see was the pit and half the council hall. I hoped to god the map room wasn't damaged.

"Oh my god." I say and I feel Minho snake his arm around my waist.

"Wait, who's that?" I hear Teresa ask as Gally's obvious figure stalks his way to us before he brings up his fist and punches Thomas in the face before we all even have time to react. Thomas crashes to the ground while we all try to hold Gally back.

"This is his fault! Look around you Thomas. This is all because of you!" Gally shouts.

"It's not his fault!" Minho shouts and I punch Gally in the gut to surrender him of his strength even if it is only temporary.

"Thomas!" We all hear Teresa shout. We turn around and notice the griever stinger that Alby knocked off was in Thomas' leg. He stabbed himself with it and just as we reach him, he falls into unconsciousness. 

In the morning I wake up in front of the pit with Minho's arm snacked around me and Newt next to me, snoring softly. In the moment I would have smiled but last nights events prevented that. Next to Newt was Chuck who was already lying wide awake, unsure of what to do. As I'm about to move, Minho's grip only tightens and his eyes open. 

"Let go." I ask him with a small smile and he loosens the grip, allowing me to get up and go over to the youngest glader; disturbed by last nights events.

"Hey Chucky." I greet and he looks up.

"Hey." He says sadly and I sit next to him, encasing him in a hug.

"You OK?" I ask and I can see he wanted to nod his head, but he goes for a 'no' before leaning his head on my shoulder.

"I'm scared." He confesses and I sigh, rubbing his back.

"It'll be OK." I assure him and he nods. I look over the sleeping boys and see Minho is getting up, wide awake.

"Sorry if I woke you." I tell him and he shrugs, stretching his back. Somehow we stayed warm throughout the night but I'm assuming that had something to do with the fact that we were all sleeping right next to each other.

The only reason we were sleeping front of the pit was because Thomas and Teresa were in there and we were waiting for Thomas to wake up. Which he still wasn't. Thomas' unconscious body held Teresa's sleeping head.

"I'm going to get some food from the gardens. Whatever is left. You guys want any?" I ask as Newt wakes up and they all nod before I make my way over. An entire section of strawberries were left unscathed by last nights events and most of them were ripe for the picking. They would have to do for now. As I got to picking I feel a presence behind, knowing it was Gally, I ignored him which I knew he wasn't happy about.

"I know you know I'm here so cut the crap." He states bluntly. I whirl around, a grin on my face, strawberries in hand.

"What do you want?" I ask him, emotion lacking in my voice.

"For you to share the food." I think about it for a minute before popping another one in my mouth. 

"I am sharing. Just not with you." I retort before pushing past him, pockets and hands full of strawberries and making my way back over to the pit where Thomas was now awake.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Chuck scolds Thomas and I laugh as I pass a handful though the gaps in the door. 

"I found out why we were sent here. And we can get out. We just need a plan."