Runners (Teresa x Y/N) [Book 1]

10 - Stupid Idiot!

Y/N Pov

After talking while working and my apology to Newt for my actions before, he heard a commotion at the maze door "What's wrong" I ask everyone as we ourselves reach the maze doors with Newt standing by my side "Minho hasn't come back yet" Thomas said pulling us both to the front of the crowd standing here, we all stand there watching the entrance preparing for the worst thing, "What happens if he gets locked out there?" I ask still not completely knowing anything about the contents of the maze myself "Well we have before, myself and Minho that is and we survived, but let say it wasn't easy at all, and almost never made it back out" Thomas said I looked quite concerningly.

"Damn... Do you think he's ok and could do it on his own?" I asked Thomas who shrugged , really worried, "I'm not sure..." he muttered I then turned my focus to the path in the maze the whole time my mind telling me don't do anything stupid over and over and suddenly I saw him and it changed my whole thought train "Look! There he is!" I exclaimed, the group starts to cheer him on and he goes faster but he is obviously injured struggling.

"Guys he needs help!" I yell going to step forward, but my arm gets grabbed by Thomas preventing me from moving he shakes his head at me, I glance at him while my brain yells I have to help him, "Why! It's fricking clear that he needs help Thomas!" I yell "The walls will shut! and plus you're not allowed in there anyways Y/N!" he says.

I look back down the path "He's not going to make it!" Dan yelled as the walls began to close, he went quicker but he was still too far from making it and I knew that, I manage to break free from his grip bolting for the maze, bolting between the closing doors.

"Y/N! No!" I hear several people yell and other yells from Thomas followed with footsteps, we both barely made it inside the maze I quickly bolted over to Minho as Thomas follows obviously angry, "What the hell! You aren't a runner Y/N, Stupid idiot!" he yells shoving me hard, I jump up brushing myself off pushing him back "He needs our help! And unlike you I wasn't going to risk losing him! Okay!" I yelled as Thomas went over to Minho to help him.

"What do we do with him then smartass" he asked "firstly lose the attitude and nickname" I say before Minho stops us fighting more "G-Guys stop.. You have to go on w-without me.." he says I look at him shaking my head "No way in hell! You are living today! You are going to help me become a runner in the future! We are doing that ok!" I say to him.

Thomas looks around seeing a ledge behind the vines that we could use to hide Minho safely till the morning comes "Here a ledge we can hide him here, it's nice and hidden from the grievers" Thomas says, we got Minho onto the ledge as a team making sure he was comfortable as we weren't sticking around for long not wanting to risk attracting them here.

All a sudden as we hit the floor we heard the sound of mechanical movement heading our way we completely dropped out current personal issues with each other and Thomas looked at me helping me down "Shit!.. Come on, we have to go" he yells putting me ahead of him, we run down another hallway, a long one too of course, We bolted down a bunch of twists and corners constantly running before running to a dead end of course just our fricking luck of course.

"Well.. This wasn't what I wanted.. for my death.." I said looking at Thomas with regrets, But without thinking I bolted past the griever very stupidly, it begins to chase me "Thomas! Run! Now!" I yell as I ran with the griever following me as I bolted down more hallways and turns, it must have been about fifteen or twenty minutes I wasn't sure at all when I finally thought I'd lost the griever I lent against a wall trying to catch my breath so I didn't end up passing out, my legs felt absolute numb and exhausted I need a break.

Suddenly I feel something drip from above me, I slowly look up and there it was "oh fuck my life!" I mutter, I try to run but get caught in a vine unable to free myself, the griever grabs my leg, pulling me closer and closer to it as I continued struggling against it hard "No... No... No!" I yell realising there is nothing I can do, this is it for me as it clawed the concrete floor stabbing it's stinger like a syringe straight into the right side of my chest hard, I scream out in complete extreme pain.

After it removed it's stinger from my abdomen it of course didn't finish me, couldn't put me out of my fucking misery could it, and did it have to fucking drop me too this night couldn't get any worse right? I thought as I groaned in pain rolling on to my back  laying on the ground, I glanced down at my chest it wasn't bleeding and my shirt was intact too? My mind then went straight to thinking wait am I going to end up like Ben! Oh god no! please no! I didn't want to end up like him not after what I went through, I carefully sat up leaning my back against the wall.

"Y/N!" Thomas yells bolting straight towards me having found me here "Are you ok!?" he asked crouching next to me seeing me injured no idea it was worse than that, I decided not to say anything about me being stung I didn't want to be left here alone, I'll admit I am really scared right now.