One is the loneliest number - Minho TMR

CHAPTER THREE

To say that the silence was loud was an understatement. The boys had gone their own way when Thomas departed, leaving her standing alone in the middle of the room. She wrapped her arms slightly around herself, seeking comfort. She just wanted to see Teresa. Teresa would know what to do in this situation.

Brie started overthinking her choices. Would they be safer here? Probably, but she couldn't handle the guilt. The deaths and blood were all on her hands. She hoped that when she escaped, she would feel freer and find the real her.

"Is your name really Brie?" a voice asked. Her head snapped up in surprise, her blue eyes widening a little as she processed the question. Was her name that silly? Frypan stared at her, his dark skin contrasting with the standard W.C.D.K. clothes he wore.

"It's short for Brigitte, why?" she dared to respond. The moment she answered, a snort came from beside her. It was Minho. Always him. What was his problem with her? "You got a problem with that?"

"Brie is a ridiculous name, but Brigitte is even more hideous," he responded, making her tilt her head. She took a step towards him as anger fumed through her body. He didn't even know her, and yet he started insulting her name?

"Yeah, and Minho is such a pretty name. Guess what, it sounds like Mean Hoe, and oh, maybe you are one, so keep your filthy mouth shu-"

Before she could finish, she was pressed against the wall. Brie had to admit she kind of asked for it, calling him a hoe in front of his friends wasn't one of her proudest moments. Still, she wasn't complaining. She was pressed against the wall by a strong, hot guy. Oh god, Brie, snap out of it. Her eyes widened when she met his. His hands pressed against her shoulders, keeping her from moving.

His friends started yelling at him to let go, but the words faded away as the two of them stared at each other, eyes filled with tension and frustration.

It's only when the vent opened aggressively again that he let go of her. "Thomas!" Minho yelled. He started walking around the room, panicking and sweating. He walked towards the door, yelling, "We gotta go, we gotta go!" The boys around him looked confused, just as Brie did. When the boys asked what he was talking about, he only responded that they were coming for them, making her eyes widen.

Thomas started wrapping a bed sheet around the handle, making Brie aware of how serious this situation was. "What's going on?" she asked along with the others. He mumbled about Paige still being alive and totally not making sense right now. She started panicking. If they were coming, that meant they were escaping now. She hadn't even told her sister yet, and they didn't have a plan. The boys continued to ask questions, making her uneasy as she started panicking even more. Her breaths grew heavier. They had to move right now.

"It's WICKED!" Thomas suddenly yelled, gaining her attention and making her flinch. Somehow, Brie thought they had known it was W.C.D.K. All eyes fell on her as she looked down. Of course they would blame her. They didn't know why she and Teresa joined. "It's always been WICKED!"

Newt and Thomas had a conversation, but Brie didn't focus on that. She grabbed a mattress and placed it in front of the door with a heavy groan. It didn't take long before they were all crawling in the vents. Minho was in front of her, and a few boys were behind her. In the dark, she accidentally grabbed his ankle, making her apologize. It didn't take long before they were greeted by light. Brie was helped out by someone she couldn't see clearly in her panic.

"You guys go without me. I gotta do something first," Aris told them, making her stop in her tracks.

"What are you talking about?" she asked him, holding his wrist so she could clearly see him.

"You guys wanna get out of here, right? Trust me, this is important." In that moment, she decided she did not trust this kid as much as she thought she did. He could be running off to who knows where, leaving them hanging. All the other Gladers seemed to agree, and it was only when Winston agreed to go with them that they seemed slightly more relaxed.

"Go!" she encouraged them, pushing Newt's shoulders because he was closest to her. She focused on her own breathing and cursed herself for not exercising a little more. Panic filled her veins when they turned the corner and encountered Teresa's doctor, Crawford. "What are you kids doing out? Miss Agnes, what's happening?"

All attention fell on her when the doctor's eyes landed on her. She quickly forced a friendly smile onto her face. Please believe me. "I was taking the boys for some late-night testing. You know how Janson wants it-" She was interrupted at the most inconvenient time by a loud, annoying alarm. She glared at her with anxiety before awkwardly smiling.

Thomas acted quicker than them all and grabbed Crawford's arm, dragging her with them. "The cameras," Brie thought to herself. She hoped they were going to the med wing. She had heard them talking about picking up a girl, so she could also grab Teresa and go. She felt like she was in some sort of dystopian, action movie with everything that was happening. Everything was happening all at once, and Brie wasn't sure what to feel at the moment.

They were still running, really testing Brie when they suddenly turned a corner. Everyone pulled at each other as they scrambled away from the person shooting at them. It was one of those nasty electroshock ones. Brie could confirm that they were not lovely. They yelled to move faster, but suddenly Minho stopped, making her a little excited because he could just die instead of her. He ran at the guard and jumped on him, making his head hit the wall and pass out.

Smash.

"Shit, Minho!" Newt exclaimed. They all watched as Thomas took the gun. Anyone else think it was probably a bad idea to give it to him? No, okay.

"Okay, let's go, come on." He pressed the gun against Crawford's temple, causing Brie's eyebrows to raise. Soon enough, they arrived. Hell, finally. Another minute and Brie thought she needed to be diagnosed with asthma. The doors opened and immediately the doctors dropped onto their knees with their hands in the air.

"Where is she? Where is she?" She didn't even glance at the group as she pulled open a curtain, revealing Teresa lying there, a tube coming out of her nose. She froze a little, but Thomas pushed past her. He started talking to her, making Brie utterly confused. Then she realized. They were in the maze together. What a fucking coincidence.

"What's going on?" Brie heard Teresa ask, while also focusing on Newt pushing over a table. She saw the guard trying to break in the door. The group stepped closer and closer together as pure panic overtook them.

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