arrhythmical - maze runner/minho <3

Chapter 12~ power

3rd person pov

Feeling like she had no say in what was happening to her was one of the worst feelings for Hope. His hands moving all over her body made her skin crawl. It was like he was gripping her neck like a lion carries a cub, making her feel small and powerless.
Her heart was racing so loud she could hardly hear anything else. Each beat felt like it was shaking her whole body, reminding her how scared she was. She hated feeling like this, like she had no control over what was happening to her.

Janson's cruel words cut through the air like a knife, slicing into Hope's soul with each venomous syllable. His smirk twisted with malice as he taunted her, hurling insults meant to tear her down.
"Defenseless, are you, Hope?" Janson sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.
"Show them what you truly are-a monster. You can't hide forever. You're nothing but trash, tossed aside by your own father."
Hope's heart clenched with pain as Janson's words pierced her like arrows. Memories of her father's cruelty flooded her mind, each blow leaving scars that ran deep. She had been beaten down until she believed herself to be the monster Janson accused her of being.
Her head pounded with the force of her racing heart, adrenaline coursing through her veins like a wildfire.
The soldier's hands tightened around her neck, squeezing with an iron grip, until suddenly, his body convulsed violently, choking on a black liquid.
Hope watched in stunned disbelief as the soldier collapsed to the ground, his movements growing weaker until they ceased altogether. His breaths became shallow, then stopped entirely, leaving behind only silence and the lingering echo of whispers coming from around her.

As Hope's eyes slowly drifted away from the lifeless body beside her, a woman's voice cut through the air, startling her out of her reverie. It was a voice she hadn't heard until now, a voice that sent a shiver down her spine.
"Janson, bring her to me," the woman commanded, her blonde hair framing her stern face as she extended a hand towards Hope.
"Ava," Hope whispered, the name slipping from her lips almost involuntarily, surprising even herself with the sudden recognition.
Ava's expression tightened at the mention of her name, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "I knew brainwashing wouldn't work on you," she remarked coldly. "You're a special case, Hope."
Hope's eyes sharpened with anger as she met Ava's gaze. "You killed her," she accused, her voice trembling with raw emotion. "You killed my mother. What are you going to do, kill me too?"
As Hope's voice grew louder, she rose to her feet, her movements slow and deliberate as she approached Ava. The woman held up her hands in a gesture of peace, but Hope's defiance was unwavering.
"I won't hurt you, Hope," Ava insisted, her voice tinged with desperation. "I just need you to-"
"Trust you?" Hope interrupted, her voice laced with scorn. "Yes, exactly. Go to hell, Ava," she spat, her words dripping with venom as she stood her ground, refusing to be swayed by the woman's empty promises.

Teresa's bold move towards Ava caught Hope's attention, her eyes flashing with defiance as she stood her ground. But when Thomas's gaze met hers, a silent understanding passed between them, and she slowly retreated to stand beside him, finding strength in their solidarity.

Janson's voice rang out, breaking the tension as Thomas's face contorted with emotion. His hand moved from his back, revealing a bomb clenched in his grip. "I won't go back there," he declared, his resolve firm as he faced down their captors.

Minho's eyes locked onto Hope's, his silent support palpable as he made his decision. With a determined stride, he walked towards her side, taking her hand in his and offering a reassuring squeeze. "Whenever you're ready, Thomas," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos around them.

Hope's heart swelled with gratitude as their lips met in a slow, tender kiss, a moment of stolen intimacy amidst the turmoil. She whispered her longing into his ear, her words a confession of desire that had been building since the panic attack. Minho's smirk and Fry's knowing smile spoke volumes, but Newt's admonishment reminded them of the danger that still loomed.

As everyone took cover, Hope clung to Minho's hand, drawing strength from his presence as they braced themselves for the inevitable explosion.

Hi babies
The story is kinda coming to a end
I'll make a second story ofc ofc
I love you sm
Proud of you
Go drink water
And take a little break you deserve it <3