One is the loneliest number - Minho TMR

CHAPTER FOUR

"Okay, we gotta get out of here!" Minho yells, his voice filled with fear as he tightly grips the gun. Brie looks in his direction and sees the pure panic on his face. She wants to act, but then again, why should she? Instead, she takes her sister's hand in hers and squeezes, managing a comforting smile. She gets a small one in return.

Suddenly, they both turn around in shock when Thomas starts pounding on a window behind them. "Get back! Come on!" he yells in frustration. "Newt, help, help! Ready?"

Everything is happening all at once. The banging of the guards on the door, combined with the sound of breaking glass, overwhelms Brie. She freezes in place. It's only when Teresa lets go of her hand that she moves again. She searches for a blanket to cover the glass shards. Thomas ignores this and just jumps over, while Teresa steps on it before being carried over.

Newt, Minho, and everyone else soon follow, leaving her last. Don't ask her how she did it. She places a hand on the blanket before placing her foot. She goes to jump over, but Minho wraps his arm around her legs and shoulders, placing her on the ground again. The moment is short-lived, but it makes butterflies erupt in her stomach.

"I could have done that myself, stupid," she says, following the group. She doesn't even glare in his direction, only sending him small glares as she focuses on the familiar pattern of the corners and hallways.

"I know you could, buttercup." The nickname sends those annoying little butterflies flying around her stomach again. They're almost there. Thomas quickly blasts a nearby guard with the electroshock gun, making him fall to the floor, groaning in pain. Everyone apart from Brie stares in shock. She'd seen it happen a billion times before.

Minho easily passes her, no longer running next to her. She would rather die than admit she's a little sad he's no longer there. She's left running next to Newt, and that same guilt fills her stomach. He's freaking limping. His face twists in painful expressions, and it's all her fault.

Then, after what feels like forever but is literally a few minutes, they reach the exit. "There it is! There it is!" She yells happily. Her feet scream, and her body groans, but she's almost free, and that makes her push just a little faster. Thomas frantically swipes the stolen key card, and all their faces fall when it doesn't work.

Suddenly, Brie steps forward, her own key card in hand. "Come on, come on," she whispers, breath heavy. "Miss Agnes!" Someone screams. It's that familiar voice again. Freaking rat man. "You didn't think we would let you out so easily, right?"

"Unfortunately not," she states. She doesn't dare to turn around. She knows her body would betray her, freezing. Shivers run up her spine as she tries to open the door. She hears the loading of a gun before Thomas leaves her side. Minho takes this moment to pull the key card harshly out of her grip, leaving her standing there with her hand in the air. She doesn't move, and that makes him push her out of the way. She almost falls but is able to hold herself upright by the door. A frown forms on her face as she angrily glares at him.

"You could've asked nicely, no?" she asks, eyes squinting, arms crossed over her chest.

He sends her a singular glare. "Now's not the time," he mumbles under his breath. She huffs. Her eyes fall on Thomas as he moves forward, yelling at Janson to open the door. Yeah, that'll convince him. She wants to act like this doesn't bother her, but secretly it does. She already feels like she needs to take care of every single Glader.

"Thomas, you have to believe me. I only want what's best for you," Janson states, earning a scoff from Brie. He sends her a single glare, hands falling down.

Then Thomas responds with something that makes the hairs on her arms stand up. "Yeah, let me guess. W.C.K.D is good?" In her few years of living and working here, she had found out that this was simply not the case. She remembered hours of torture, hours of working and watching kids get killed. A few members of the group send her a glance as she gasps for air, eyebrows shooting up.

Janson sighs in disbelief. "You're not getting through that door, Thomas."

As if his words work magic, the doors open, revealing Aris and Winston standing there. She's happy to say that she's never been that happy to see someone before.

"Hey, guys," Aris states awkwardly, a little out of breath. The whole group stands there, a little shocked before everyone starts pushing each other.

"Come on! Come on!" A few people yell at the same time. Newt starts yelling for Thomas, making the boy shoot a few sloppy shots. When he's out of ammo, he throws the gun somewhere and starts running like crazy. Brie knew in that moment that she wouldn't have been able to make it. When the vault starts closing, she's one of the first to yell at him.

The vault door moves closer and closer, making her frown. Fear fills her veins. He can't be stuck there. At the last moment, he throws himself under the door, and in Brie's eyes, it's a really bad-ass moment. They all stare in shock as they see Janson cursing through the window. Aris quickly hits the key card reader as Winston takes a gun from a passed-out guard. Both Brie and Thomas stick out their middle fingers at the same time.

"Come on! Thomas, Brie!" Minho grabs her hip, making her visibly wake from whatever trance she was in.

"Come on! Thomas, Brie!" Minho grabs her hip, making her visibly wake from whatever trance she was in.

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Fourth chapter already! I feel like these are really boring, but now the fun ones are gonna come! Don't forget to vote and comment!