She Was Their Cure (Rewritten) - A Maze Runner Fanfiction

The Griever Invasion

The air in the Glade crackled with an intensity that sent a chill down Thomas's spine. The familiar sounds of the Maze faded into an unsettling silence, replaced by the low rumble of grinding stone. The Gladers stood frozen, eyes glued to the towering walls that surrounded them.

"What's happening?" Minho shouted, glancing at Newt, whose expression mirrored the rising anxiety.

Before anyone could answer, the walls on either side of the Glade began to shift, sliding open like ominous jaws. A collective gasp echoed through the group as the reality of their situation sank in—there would be no closing doors tonight.

"We need a plan!" Newt barked, rallying the boys. "We can't just stand here!"

Thomas's heart raced as he exchanged panicked glances with Minho and Teresa. The Gladers scrambled, shouting frantic orders and suggestions. Thomas took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm.

"To the cornfield!" Thomas yelled, pointing toward the tall stalks. "It'll give us cover!"

The Gladers surged forward, sprinting toward the safety of the corn. Thomas ducked low, pulling Teresa down beside him. They could hear the distant, mechanical whir of Grievers moving closer.

"We have to stay quiet," Teresa whispered, her eyes darting around the field. "They'll hear us if we're not careful."

Just then, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air. Thomas's stomach dropped as he saw Zart being snatched from the edge of the cornfield by a Griever's long, sinewy appendage. The creature pulled him into the shadows, and panic erupted among the Gladers.

"Run!" Minho shouted, pushing Thomas and Teresa to their feet. They took off, weaving through the rows of corn as the other Gladers followed.

"Where to?" Thomas yelled over his shoulder.

"To the village!" Minho replied, determination etched across his face.

As they sprinted toward the village, they could hear the distant sounds of chaos—Grievers invading from all sides, their unsettling mechanical noises mixing with the cries of the Gladers.

Gally and a few others bolted into the Box, desperate for refuge, but their sanctuary was short-lived. Another Griever lunged at them, snatching one of the boys as he attempted to escape.

"Keep moving!" Thomas urged, leading Teresa and a few others toward the council hall. He could see Clint and Jeff in the distance, struggling to keep Alby upright.

"Get him inside!" Thomas yelled, waving them over.

They all surged forward, pushing through the doors of the council hall just as another Griever lunged from the shadows, barely missing them.

"Shut the door!" Minho shouted, urgency in his voice. They barely managed to slam it shut, locking it just in time to hear the Griever slam against it, rattling the entire structure.

"What do we do now?" Teresa asked, fear gripping her voice.

"We defend ourselves," Newt replied, his eyes hardening with resolve. "We can't let them take any more of us."

As they scrambled for weapons, Teresa grabbed a makeshift torch and set it ablaze. "Let's show them what we're made of!"

With the torch in hand, she hurled it at a Griever trying to claw its way through the door. The creature shrieked in surprise as flames licked its metallic surface, momentarily distracting it.

"Now's our chance!" Thomas shouted, rallying the Gladers as they took turns firing their makeshift weapons at the invading Grievers.

The council hall became a battleground. Thomas fought alongside Teresa and Minho, ducking and dodging the monstrous appendages reaching through the windows and gaps. Each time a Griever clawed at the door, the boys pushed back with everything they had, but the creatures were relentless.

In the chaos, a Griever's arm shot in through a window, and the boys scattered as it swung wildly, smashing furniture and shattering glass.

"Watch out!" Thomas yelled, his heart racing as he narrowly avoided its grasp. But the Griever was focused on Chuck, who stood frozen in fear.

"Chuck!" Thomas screamed, lunging forward just as the Griever snatched Chuck in its claws.

"No!" Thomas shouted, diving toward his friend. He felt the adrenaline pumping through him, but before he could reach Chuck, Alby moved forward, his weak body fueled by sheer determination.

With a knife in hand, Alby lunged, slicing off the Griever's arm. The creature screeched in pain, releasing Chuck and retreating.

"Grab him!" Minho yelled, rushing to help. Together, they pulled Chuck to safety as Alby staggered back, breathing heavily.

"Alby, you shouldn't have!" Thomas started, but before he could finish, another Griever lunged at them.

"Get back!" Newt shouted, but before they could react, a Griever seized Alby, yanking him from the group.

"No!" Thomas screamed, lunging for him, but it was too late. Alby was dragged into the chaos, disappearing into the shadows.

"Where do we go?" one of the boys asked, looking around frantically.

"We need to regroup!" Thomas yelled, leading the group out of the council hall as they all fled, hearts racing with fear. The remaining Grievers, sensing their prey escaping, shifted focus and retreated, drawn back to the Maze.

Just then, Gally emerged from the shadows, eyes filled with rage. He stormed up to Thomas, fists clenched.

"You!" he shouted, before landing a punch square on Thomas's jaw. Thomas stumbled back, the force of the hit surprising him.

"Gally, stop!" Minho shouted, grabbing Gally's arm, but Gally shook him off.

"It's your fault we're in this mess!" Gally screamed, his voice laced with fury. "You're the reason Alby got taken! You think just because you waltzed in here three days ago, you can change everything? You're the reason everything is destroyed!"

"Gally, calm down!" Teresa urged, stepping between them. But Gally was on a roll.

"Everything went wrong when you showed up! You think you can just take charge? You've ruined everything we had!"

The crowd of Gladers grew silent, some exchanging nervous glances, others appearing frozen in shock at Gally's outburst.

"You're one of the ones who put Aurora here!" Gally's words hit like a brick. A collective gasp echoed through the crowd.

Thomas felt the guilt wash over him, flooding his mind with self-doubt. Was he really the reason for this chaos?

Just then, something glinted on the ground. Thomas noticed a stinger from one of the Grievers, its needle still dripping with a viscous liquid. Against Teresa's warnings, he grabbed it, the need to remember flooding through him like a compulsion.

"What are you doing?" Teresa shouted, fear creeping into her voice.

"I need to remember what happened," Thomas said, his voice low, almost desperate.

He pressed the needle against his arm and plunged it in, the sharp pain sending a shock through his body. The world around him began to blur as memories flooded in.

"No, Thomas!" Teresa cried out, but it was too late.

His vision darkened, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious, the chaos of the Glade fading away into silence.