Malevolent Maze// Minho

Savior

"I swear.. If I die going down this chute.." Minho swore. I rolled my eyes and nudged him a little.

"Jump before I push you idiot." Minho winked before saluting me and backing up. Getting a running start he jumped off the cliff and disappeared completely into the invisible opening I had come through not two weeks ago.

"Well.. He's not screaming so he's not falling into a black pit." Newt deduced. "Guess I'll go next."

"I'll make sure everyone goes down." I told him. Newt nodded and disappeared in a similar fashion Minho had. I counted everyone off as they left. Twenty-four, including myself. Plus Thomas, Theresa and Chuck was twenty-seven. That meant half of the Gladers were dead. The thought made me sick to my stomach. I didn't look back as I jumped down the chute. I couldn't. I couldn't look at the bodies, the boys we we leaving behind. I just had to get out of there. I jumped.

Falling down the chute was a lot easier than climbing up it and I felt a strange sense of euphoria as I slid down it. I was glade phase one was over but they wouldn't get much of a reprieve between this phase and the next. As I was coming closer to the opening, the metallic scent of blood hit me and I remembered what was to happen at the end. Thomas was going to die.

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"This is the last shank." Newt said nudging me as I dropped down in front of everyone. Thomas, Teresa and Chuck looked around our measly group with sad eyes. He swallowed hard and said,

"Everyone else?" Nobody said anything. Not a single word.

"Dead." I said softly. Or on the verge of it. I wanted to add. How many kids up there were suffering currently? We should have at,east put them out of their misery.

"That's half of us." Thomas said. His voice was hoarse.

"Well you know what.. Half of us shuckin died but the other half lived. We shouldn't be wasting time standing around. We should be getting out of here." Minho spoke up. I nodded with him slowly as everyone turned his way. He was right, we lived but at what cost? Whose blood was on our hands?

"Let's go." Newt spoke softly, pointing towards the door at the end of the room. We moved towards it as a group. Thomas grasped the handle, pushed it down and pulled the door open. There was a single corridor in front of us and Thomas  glanced back at the group almost for reassurance before heading down it. We all followed after him slowly.

It was a maze of corridors and doors, we tried every door on our way out even though I knew we wouldn't be able to open them. Thomas for the most part was leading us but when he got confused I would lightly make a suggestion as to where we should go. "Are you two remembering this place?" Newt asked suspiciously as we continued along.

"A little bit." Thomas said, scratching his head. I nodded with him. Finally, we came to a door marked with an exit sign. We glanced back at the group. Everyone had been silent, aside from the occasional question of which way to go with a reply from either me, Teresa, Newt or Minho. Minho came to the front of the group. He was staring at the Exit sign.

"It can't be that easy." He muttered and then he opened the door and we emerged into a pristine room of monitors, showing images from the Maze. There was the gory scene by the cliff, the Glade, flashing images of Grievers in the Maze and footage from long ago replaying on several monitors in the back. I swallowed hard.

"What the..." Newt began. Low murmurs moved throughout the crowd but nobody had noticed them yet, except me. I nudged Thomas and pointed up. He followed my finger. We were still in a box, still in a cage. High up above us, staring down were the Creators, sitting in their glass control room. This was where they looked down on us, those watching the Maze, where they looked over Thomas, Teresa and I.