Luminous ✦ Minho; The Maze Runner

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"What the hell happened back there?" Minho asked over the wind wailing as it passed between the tree trunks, blowing the scattered tree leaves that lay on the forest ground. His eyes continued to scan the perimeter of it, checking for any signs of Blake.

"I don't know. The guy just infuriates me with that stupid smug grin," I offered, letting out a sigh. At the time, I wanted at least give him a black eye but I've recently come to the conclusion that I was just stressed; or at least that's what I'll tell people.

My body jolted to a stop when soft rustles were heard behind me. With a swift turn of my head, I glanced in the direction of the source, my eyes taking in the scene. I took a step forward, prepared to follow the sound when a hand reached for my shoulder, stopping my movements.

"Wait here," Minho whispered before heading towards one of the nearby trees. I waited in anticipation as he peered around the oak. After a second or two his head lowered, his eyes closing as a soft sigh escaped his lips. Hesitantly, he turned to face me before saying, "unless Blake's suddenly turned into a Squirrel, we're not quite done looking for him."

Sucking in a deep breath, I nodded towards the boy in understanding. It was clear by the look on his face that he was tired, and I couldn't help but feel guilty for it.

"We've been looking for two hours, it's okay if you want to go back," I reassured once he was stood beside me again. The sun was beginning to set and the wind was starting to really kick in so I wouldn't blame him for wanting to go to sleep.

"Yeah because I'm really gonna leave you out here, by yourself, at night looking for someone who we barely even know," he retorted with his eyebrows raised. I rolled my eyes at him, continuing to walk through the woods.

"Just because we barely know him, doesn't mean he isn't worth finding. I feel like a complete stranger because in my head, no one knows me because I don't even know me. Most of us don't know each other so why are we judging him just 'cause he's a newbie?" I asked, seeing Minho's face falter slightly. I know he doesn't like me mentioning the fact that I barely know anyone, and maybe me just ignoring it was starting to make him believe that everything was normal again but it wasn't.

I couldn't even name 10 people in the Glade, and even if I could, I have no recollection of who they were or how they acted, I don't even remember when I first met them.

"Well I know you," Minho replied, looking down at the floor. "You know, just because you've forgotten about me doesn't mean I've forgotten about you. I don't think I could even if I tried," he added.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up," I said, following his gaze that was placed on his hands as one gently picked at the other.

"Don't apologise, I'm over-reacting. It's just hard to hear," he mumbled, just loud enough for me to hear. I opened my mouth to argue back but closed it again when he sent a playful look my way. My lips were pulled into a straight line as I raised my eyebrows at him. He just smiled, letting out a chuckle before scanning the area of the woods once more.

"Are you not tired yet?" I asked, the sun near enough disappeared as the moon took its place.

Minho shook his head, sticking out his bottom lip curiously. "Nah, I'm good," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Did Alec say anything else to you? He's the kind of guy that wouldn't tell you what he knows, he'll mess with you until you figure it out yourself."

"He didn't say much. Most of the time he was just laughing at himself when he said pointless stuff that barely made sense," I clarified, my eyebrows furrowed as I thought about what had happened.

It was almost as if something clicked in Minho's mind, because without a seconds warning he had turned to face me, his eyes wide. "What did he say? He said it for a reason and it was probably a hint so just think about it, what did he say?"

"He only said that I need to thi-" I paused, the realisation of what he meant hitting me like a ton of bricks. "How did I not realise?" I whispered, more to myself than anything. "You say that when a Glader dies, they are burried in the deadheads right?"

"Yeah just over there, why?"

Without hesitating, I took off in a sprint, heading in the direction Minho was pointing at. Adrenaline kicked in as my feet pounded against the dirt ground. I didn't even register the sound of Minho shouting my name and just kept running, the trees blurring past me as a second wind hit against me.

Once the graves of the Glade came into view, I stopped running almost as quick as I had started and settled for a jog. Minho caught up with me in no time, the distance we ran not even having an effect on his lungs.

"He-" I stopped, sucking in a deep breath before continuing. "He told me to think deep," I recalled, looking at Minho who was staring at me in confusion. "Like a- a hole. Something underground."

"Like that hole?" he asked, pointing to one just a few feet from us. I followed his gaze to a semi-dug grave placed between two rather large trees. A spade was laying beside it, the blade of it hanging over the edge of the gap.

Cautiously, I took a step closer to it, but then stopped when the thought of seeing him possibly being dead popped into my mind. Just being in the graveyard was making me uncomfortable enough. Minho must have noticed too, because for the second time that day he reached forward and gently grabbed my hand, intertwining his through my own.

"It's okay," he reassured, squeezing my hand. I gave him a swift nod, a small smile of appreciation on my lips.

It was clear that I was panicking by the shaky breaths escaping me. "Man up, Rose," I thought, reminding myself that he might need my help. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath as I tried to relax before opening them again and continuing to walk towards the hole.

Part of me was hoping he wouldn't even be in there, just because I was terrified of him being dead. But we couldn't look for much longer, and this was pretty much my last hope.

I carried on walking until I was mere centimetres away from the hole, and slowly but surely, peered over the edge.

"Oh thank God," I whispered, my eyes taking in the sight.

Blake was sat, leaning against the wall of the hole, his head lightly tilted as if he had tried to be as comfortable as he could be. That was when I noticed the blood.

It was slowly trickling down the side of his face, the source of it coming from his temple. My heart began racing as Minho climbed into the hole, placing two fingers to the side of his neck.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to act, what to say. So I just sucked in another deep breath and said the exact question that was running through my mind.

"Is he dead?"
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A/N:

Cliffhanger *-*

I posted a day late because I was super busy yesterday but I have a new book cover; what do you think?

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