𝘔𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳

𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆

Chapter is longer ~

The creaks of the Maze added more concern through the Gladers. Thomas stood in front, staring at the Maze with Newt, Gally and Chuck.

"Come on, guys. Can't we send someone after em'?"

Gally was crouched next to him, his eyes on the corner, waiting for any familiar face.

"We can't, it's against the rules. It's either they make it back or they don't."

Newt rubbed his arm, trying to comfort himself. The wood felt like it was burning his skin. Newt couldn't stop thinking that it would become symbol for loss.

"We can't risk losing anyone else."

His voice was quiet before a gust of wind made its way into the Glade. The doors clicked and gears turned as it slowly moved towards each other. Suddenly, three figures came around the corner.

"There!"

Thomas pointed, seeing (Y/n) and Minho carrying Alby.

"Holy shit! Come on, Minho!" (Y/n) yelled, hearing the Gladers shout for them to hurry. The boy had his arms wrapped around Alby's chest as Minho held up his feet.

"Wait, somethings wrong..." Newt had his eyes flickering over the three. The doors seemed to close even faster and Minho shouted.

Suddenly, (Y/n) dropped Alby, feeling the weight of the boy on his arms. His arms screamed for him not to pick Alby up again. Minho swore and started to drag Alby by his feet. (Y/n) grabbed Alby's arm, started to drag him to keep up with Minho.

(Y/n) dropped Alby's leg, his eyes widening. The Keeper watched as Thomas pushed himself through the slim opening. He shouted for the boy to stop, running.

The last thing, Newt saw was Thomas slipping through to the other side and (Y/n) staring at him with fearful shock.

Dread dropped in Newt's heart.

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"Good job, you just killed yourself..." Minho panted. He was on his knees, Alby laying behind him. His clothes covered in sweat and dirt.

Thomas looked behind him to see (Y/n) facing the wall. His forehead rested on the crack and his hands pressed into the stone.

"So curious like a shucking cat," (Y/n) whispered against the stone. Pushing himself away, he tilted his head back to look at the sky.

"What happened to him?" Thomas asked, moving to crouch down at Alby's side.

"What does it look like? He got stung."

Minho said harshly, head between his knees as he tried to get his breath back.

"What happened to his head?"

"Guess, smart ass," (Y/n) spoke. His fingers slipping off the stone so that he could the two. Silence fell on the three, two getting their breath back.