"The Night We Met" Newt edition

Maze, Griever and a boy.

I was met with a hard ground underneath me. I wasn't dead, omg I'm alive. I released air that I didn't notice I was holding "well done shuck face...you just killed yourself", Minho exhaled with his sentence "what?", I recognised a body that lay with no movement beside Minho. I picked up my body, his head had a still bleeding gash on the top right side of his forehead, dripping down is temples "huu! Is that Alby? What happened to him!?". Minho glared up at me, tiredly as he breathed out of exhaustion "what does it look like? He got stung", Minho replied with a defeated expression, his body slumped forward, looking as if he doesn't know what to do, looking as if he couldn't handle a thing more. "What happened to his head?", I commented combing my fingers through my Y/H/C hair, leaning forward trying to inspect the wound, grabbing my shirt and ripping a piece of it and dabbing it on the bloody wound "I did what I had to do...", I sighed knowing the feeling of despondency. "Come on, let's get him up, can you give me hand?", I took one of his arms trying to move him, but couldn't to no avail "we gotta go, the maze is changing, already". He began, while standing on his feet, even if he was haggard "Minho, we can't just leave him here!". Minho exhaled and nodded jogging over to me grabbing his other arm and putting his muscular arms over his shoulder...

It's been hours on end trying to not get trapped by the puzzles of the maze, but Minho isn't that bad, I guess. "You know you got some guts leaving your man there", Minho smirked, I turned my head in confusion "what?". "Newt...He's probably giving himself reasons why he didn't follow you into the maze", Minho chuckled as I blushed "he does that so much, beating himself up for things that weren't even his fault. He likes you, I can see that, It's obvious. He needs someone like you, Y/N." I nodded as his voice mellowed down to seriousness, "promise me something", I nodded once again staring in his blank face that showed only a bit of emotion... passion. "Promise me that, you'll always be there for him. I know he doesn't show it that much, but things really affect him at the oddest of times. Like if anyone touches you, he'll send us to hell", Minho laughed at the end of his sentence continuing with walking. "I promise, Minho", he smiled 'wow, damn that's the first' "Thank you, Y/N" ...

We came through a hallway, with our feet aching and blisters starting to form, but we kept holding Alby in our arms, carrying him with us. "Just sit him down...sit him down" Minho groaned, gently placing Alby on the wall of the maze, while I knelt beside Alby, catching my breath "this isn't going to work, we gotta go". Minho paced around panicked, I lifted my body even though how fatigued it was, with every tremble of muscle "what do you mean? We're just going to leave him here?". I was shocked, this is their leader, he was the first, they can't lose Alby, I can't loose Alby, not yet "we gotta go!". I lifted my arms and whacked it across his face "Minho, calm your arse down! I know this isn't a good situation to be in, but we can't just leave Alby here! He's your leader Minho, your friend!", he just froze as redness tinted his cheek from the impact earlier, I stared him down as his breathing calmed and everything stopped for a moment "you don't get it we're already dead", my faced dropped and scrunched into a stern expression, raising my hand slowly to give him another blow to the face. "OKAY! OKAY! I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY...Just please stop slapping me, it hurts!", with a glaring face and a raised eyebrow "I know something else that might hurt...". "Bad ass"...

"One, two three!", we grumbled pulling a thick vine with Alby hanging off it "one, two three", "ahhhh...okay...", I felt a breath down my neck as a sliding sound, like thunder rebounded through the maze, I breathed out getting ready to pull once more. "What are you doing? Minho!", he paused in his place peaking over my shoulder in front of one of the mazes pathways "we gotta go! We gotta go now!". I leaned over to peering over to a horrific sight "oh shit! You've got to be kidding me...", rolling my eyes tugging the vine once again "come on Minho just a little more...Minho stay with me!", I whispered pleadingly, but Minho continued to deny, he was scared, I couldn't hide it either. My legs were quivering, my body went cold and my hands trembled form exhaustion and the heightened anxiety. "Stay with me, Minho...", he shook his head, slowly withdrawing his hand back, "I'm sorry, greenie..." he muttered, turning his tale and ran for his life.

When I turned back with my head forward, the griever proceeded to walk forward. I panicked with my hands shaking, I inhaled and exhaled deeply, containing myself. I felt underneath the wall, feel a pocket that could at least fit my body, I kicked the vines out of the way, forcing my way through, not caring what was underneath. A slam was heard on the concrete as the mechanical leg trudged along the path, while I hold my breath, hoping that the 'thing' known as the griever walked away. As I heard it leaving making sure I couldn't see it anywhere getting out from under the pocket hole under the concrete wall. I whipped my head both ways not knowing where to go striding along carefully, hearing nothing but silence and a few screeches from grievers every now and then. I went forward stopping in my tracks, when I heard a squelch beneath my feet. I lifted my feet examining what was underneath, it seemed to be a type of goo, a sludge that had the texture of slime and an utterly gross smell. I looked up seeing the griever right above me, I screamed sprinting through the hallway of the maze, turning going forward or left. My heart was beating out of my chest, climbing up a wall with the vines standing on the platform as the griever dashing for me...I admit I made the stupidest decision of my life, well a decision that I guess remember the only one I remember...

I jumped...leaping over, reaching my hands for the other vines on the wall. Getting holds of the vines falling off a bit, as the griever was above the vines trying to stab me with it's stinger, while the vines break, falling from the wall, squealing standing up as the griever untangles itself. I inhaled deeply but got cut off short with someone running into me "oh shit!", It was Minho! "You crazy son of a bitch!", Minho held me close huffing and puffing "come on, follow me! Come on!" I sped with him taking all sorts of ways as the griever caught up to us. "This section is closing, come on! We can lose it down here!", I halted staring the griever right in the eye "come on, what are you waiting for!?". Facing the griever teasing it by waving my arms in the air "come on!". I sprinted through the closing of the section, looking back a few times "Come on Y/N! Don't look back". I was so close...

"COME ON!"