The Maze Runner Preferences

You Die

Alby: You'd cut yourself on an axe while chopping wood. The cut wasn't too deep, and everyone thought you'd be fine. Before long, however, it got infected. You got sicker and sicker and, despite the medjacks' best efforts, eventually succumbed to the brutal infection. From that day on, Alby refused to let any minor injury go by without serious inspection and monitoring. He'd already lost his most important person, but the least he could was use your death to do good. It's what you would've wanted.

Gally: Gally was hard to read. You knew that from the beginning. He'd never shown anyone his sensitive side. Not even you. But the day you gave up was different. The day you broke was the day he broke. When you set off into the maze that day and decided to scale the wall, something inside Gally switched. He broke down. He didn't talk to anyone for weeks, and when he finally did, he wasn't the same. He was meaner, snappier, and didn't seem to convey any emotion other than anger. That's all he was: angry. Angry that he'd let himself lose you.

Minho: When the maze doors began closing with you on one side and him on the other, Minho was distraught. Gally and Alby had to hold him back from charging back into the maze as you were nowhere to be seen. He never wanted to lose you, but Alby and Gally refused to lose him. He waited all night by those doors, and when morning came, he set out again in search of you. Minho had never felt failure as much as when he found your blood-stained tatters of clothing near the Blades. He became Keeper of the Runners shortly afterward, vowing to do his absolute best to find a way out in your honour.

Newt: You'd all lost a lot in the past couple of days. The Grievers came in and attacked, leading to Gally turning on you all for siding with Thomas. For Newt, nothing compared to having lost you. It wasn't a nice way to go; it wasn't graceful to be stabbed multiple times and thrown off the side of the platform by blood-thirsty Grievers, just before you could escape. If it had been mere seconds later, you might have survived. Newt barely had time to react before being pulled into the Griever hole as it opened up to let the rest of the Gladers through. The tears running down his face weren't conscious, though they left him thinking about events that had taken place long ago, before you'd arrived. Newt hadn't felt this distraught in a long time, and this time Alby wasn't there to save him.

Thomas: You'd made it so far. WCKD was gone. The lab was ruined, and the dead bodies of its workers scattered the ground before you. For once you had real hope of an escape. You felt as though, as immunes, you had purpose. You looked to Thomas for your next move, when Gally stepped into the room, gun in hand. Before you knew it, you'd stepped in front of Thomas, taking the bullet for him. You hadn't consciously made the decision; it had just happened. As Thomas cupped your head in his hands, you uttered to him your last words. These were the words that would haunt him forever:

WCKD is good.

A/N: Sorry I haven't written in a few days. Exams and moving back home and stuff. Hope you're all well and happy. Newt's one was kind of up for interpretation. They're all based on the movies and The Death Cure (just a tad though). Let me know which ones you like and what kind of preferences you'd like me to write next :)