The Maze Runner Preferences and Imagines

Imagine for Gladers-in-the-dark

You walk down the stairs of the Homestead, jumping a little with every step you take, being your normal, cheery self. You walk outside, taking in the bright, sunny morning. Newt walks up to you, smiling at your smiley self.

"Hello, Love," he says. "How's your morning going?"

"Great. It's a beautiful morning, don't you think?"

He nods, smiling. You were by far the happiest and most bubbly of all the Gladers, instantly making their day more positive and happy.

You walked near the wall of the Maze, making your way to the gardens where you worked. Everyone waved at you, making you smile even more.

"Hi, Ella!" Chuck said, walking past you with two buckets.

"Hi, Chuck. Why the buckets?"

"Alby needed them for something, I don't know. Have you seen Thomas? I haven't seen him all day."

"Yeah, I think I saw him that way. He's probably talking to Alby or Newt or something."

He smiled and thanked you, running up to where he thought Thomas would be.

You smiled again and kept walking down the wall. You saw someone run behind the Homestead, and heard yelling. You ran over there to get a closer look, as Minho ran after whoever you saw, screaming something you couldn't quite understand.

What is going on?  You thought.

You continued to walk closer. Everyone gathered around the opposite end of the Homestead, while you explored the other side, where you saw whoever it was run in.

You peeked around the corner, seeing a figure with something sharp, you figured was a knife.

You squinted your eyes, trying to see through the shadows of the building.

When the figure turned, you saw him.

It was Gally, and he was holding a knife.

"Gally...?"

He looked at you. Something wasn't right. He had a wild look in his eyes. You tried to back up, but you were frozen.

He chuckled a little, slowly walking up to you and tossing the knife in his hands.

Once reality struck you, you turned, trying to run away. You only got a couple of feet before Gally caught up with you, tackling you to the ground. He was on top of you, pinning you to the ground.

A stabbing pain hits your stomach, making you yell out.

Someone yells, then Gally gets pushed off of you by an unknown figure. You wished you knew who it was so that you could say thank you, but you didn't know.

"Get him in the Slammer! Go now!" Someone yells. People surrounded you, making you feel uncomfortable, though you still didn't know exactly what was going on.

The pain get's worse, and you start to feel the worst pain since you could remember. You looked down and saw a pit of blood in the middle of your stomach. You felt yourself going into shock. Hand clamped onto your shoulders, softly pulling you back down.

"Don't look at it," you heard a voice say.

You looked up and saw Minho there. He was staring at your stomach, almost looking as if he had seen a ghost. This might have been worse, though.

"Did I get stabbed?" You whisper. It hurt to talk too much, so you stopped there.

Minho nodded.

You felt tears burning at your eyes, but you tried to keep them in.

"Ella? Ella!?" You heard a familiar British accent say, though it sounded far away. You felt liquid fall down your side and hit your arm.

You see Newt sitting beside you, trying his best to not touch your wound, but wanting to help you. He had tears in his eyes. You felt as though he was hurting more than you were, if that was even possible.

He held onto you, lifting your head onto his lap, he was crying now, telling you it was okay, that it wouldn't hurt after a while.

He knew what was going to happen. He knew you were going to die. But he didn't want to admit it.

"Am I going to die?" You say, whispering.

He shuts his eyes, sighing, trying to come up with the courage to tell you the truth.

"It's going to be better than here."

You nodded and looked at the sky. Everyone was whispering and tearing up a bit.

"I don't want to die." You said, shaking your head, tears rolling down your pale cheeks.

Newt tried to give you a reassuring smile, but he couldn't help the sadness in his eyes. He held you closer, trying to make you feel safe for the last couple of minutes of your life.

"I promised I would get you out," He said. "I said I would get you out of this mess and now look at you."

You wanted to tell him it was okay and not to worry,  but you couldn't due to your weakness.

More tears ran down your face.

"It's okay, Ella," Another voice said. "We'll see you one day."

You turned to see Chuck standing there, tears in his eyes.

You nodded, trying to croak out a thank you.

Then, you felt yourself become weaker, becoming heavier.

All of your thoughts stopped.

Your breathing became slower.

And you sank into Newt's arms, letting one more breath go.

Then it was all over.

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A/N

Well that was depressing.

But it was kinda fun to write tbh.

I HOPE ITS WHAT YOU WANTED

That would kinda suck if I just completely made it horrible and this isn't what it was supposed to be.

I hope so though lol.

ANYWAY

I hope you guys have an amazing 20 minutes until I get the other imagine up.

C U GUYS IN A BIT