Different (The Maze Runner)

Chapter 39

Thomas spends that night in the pit, and the following morning he runs into the Maze with Minho.

I continue to do my job normally for the day, no interruptions for once.

After the work day is over, Newt walks up to me. "Hey."

"Hey."

He sighs. "Alright, this is awkward. We gonna talk about this?"

"Well I do have to work with you so I guess we should."

"I'm really sorry. It doesn't matter who you were, it matters who you are. Not the past, but the present. The future. And I really wanna be part of yours." He grabs my hand.

I sigh. "What you said, accusing me without any evidence to back it up trying to see if you were right, that's not fair to me. If that's how our relationship is gonna be then I don't wanna continue it."

"That's not how it'll be, I promise."

I take a deep breath and nod slightly. "Alright, then we're back together."

"Thank you."

"Just don't shuck it up again, this is your last chance."

"I'm only on chance number two!"

"You only get two."

He sighs. "Alright, I won't mess this one up."

I look at the Walls, noticing that they're still open. "Something's wrong, the Walls-"

I'm cut off by the sound of a Griever.

"Oh shit," Newt says.

A group of Grievers run into the Glade, and my eyes widen. "Where's Chuck?"

"I-I don't-"

"WHERE THE HELL IS CHUCK?!" I start running around the Glade, looking for my brother. "CHUCK!"

"Alyssa!" Chuck runs towards me. "What's happening?!"

"I don't know, go to the Homestead!"

"Are you gonna-"

"I'll be there in a minute just go! I'll be right behind you!"

He reluctantly turns and runs to the Homestead.

I turn around, my senses all getting sharper as I shift into my werecoyote form. A Griever runs at me, and I jump out of the way as it reaches me, diving behind it and scratching it with my claws.

It turns back around and roars at me.

Minho runs up to me. "What the hell are you doing?!" He grabs my arm and starts pulling me away as I un-shift.

"I was fighting," I answer as he drags me to the Homestead.

When we get there he throws to door open, pushes me in, jumps in behind me, and shuts the door.

I walk over to Chuck, who is sitting balled up in the corner.

"Hey, hey it's gonna be okay." I sit down next to him. "It's gonna be okay."

"Th-they... they're..."

"I know, I know. I won't let them hurt you. I promise."

He looks up at me, and I make my eyes flash blue.

"I promise, they won't hurt you."

He takes a deep breath, then nods. "Okay."

There's a loud pounding sound against the roof of the Homestead, meaning the Grievers are trying to get in.

His eyes widen in fear and he looks at me. "They're getting in! Oh my god they're getting in!"

"Relax Chuck they won't-"

My sentence s cut off by the sound of a Griever arm penetrating the roof. And then another one in the wall.

"AHH!" someone yells while being yanked from the Homestead by a Griever arm.

"OH MY GOD WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Chuck yells.

"I won't let them hurt you." I stand up in front of him.

One of the Griever arms lunches in our direction, right for me.

"ALYSSA!" Minho yells while running across the Homestead, towards me. He smacks the griever arm right before it grabs me, and it smashes into the wall, right next to Chuck. It reaches over and grabs Chuck around the stomach.

"ALYSSA!" he screams with fear written all over his face.

My eyes widen and I grab his hands as the Griever starts to drag him.

"CHUCK!" I use all my strength to hold onto him.

Thomas runs over, grabbing Chuck's arms. "Chuck don't let go!"

"NO SHIT!" Chuck yells back. Gotta love that kid.

We manage to tear him from the Griever's grasp, to my relief.

I hug him and say "I'm so sorry I didn't know it was gonna do that if I did I would've let it get me."

"Lyss it's f-fine." He sits against a wall, pulling his knees to his chest.

"I'm so sorry," I sit down next to him and hug him.

"It's fine, I'm fine."

I sigh. "God I hate this place."

He doesn't respond, just stares blankly at the ground.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be."

I grab one of his hands, I'm not sure whether I did it to comfort him or myself. But we sit there like that until the Grievers eventually go away.