The Maze Runner Preference and Imagines

death cure imagine

The gladers, and group B, were all siting in an auditorium, waiting for ratman to come and speak to us, I was sitting next to Newt, my brother, and Minho, my boyfriend. The room lapsed into silence as ratman entered, with Thomas, Minho Newt, And fry pan, went over to them. I stayed in my seat, watching closley as Teresa's eyes light up when she saw Thomas. The next few minutes were boring, ratman explaining things, blah blah, blah. I didn't really care, I caught onto some parts, Minho making a snarky remark, Newt backing it up. I rolled my eyes as he kept telling us things, as if we didn't loose more than half of us. As if he didn't watch every one Important to us die, by some gruesome death. As if I didn't loose Newt more than once, as if Minho never got hit by a lighting. He kept talking, but then something he said caught my attention. I hadn't even realized we were all out of are seats, by some door.
Okay, I think we are just about ready. Rat man announced. One last thing, though. Something I need to tell you before you regain your memories.
Wait, I didn't even hear that part?
It'll be better to hear it from me than to... Remember the testing.
What are you talking about? Harriet asked.
Ratman clasped his hands behind his back, his expression suddenly grave. Some of you are immune to the flare. But... Some of you aren't. I'm going to go through the list- please do your best to take it calmly.

I listened in aw, as he announced that. He talked some more, before Newt interrupted him.
Just bloody get on with it. Newt said. We all figured we all had the buggin disease anyway. Your not breaking are hearts.
Yea, Sonya added. Cut the drama, and tell us already.
I looked over at Thomas, who looked reviled, then I pulled my attention to Minho, who was staring at me. He raised his eyebrows, then made a kissy face, turning his attention back to the rat man, as did I.
Okay, then. Most of you are immune. Blah, blah, blah...
Let's get to the list. The following people are not immune. Newt... And Y/n...
My heart dropped, not from hearing my name, but hearing Newts name...
I felt tears come to my eyes, as reality hit me, full force, I was going to go crazy, as was Newt, he wouldn't remember me, I wouldn't remember him, or... Minho...
I doubled over, letting tears stream down my face. I let out some sobs, I was scared, of dying, dying crazy...
I felt someone's hand on my back, I knew who it was, Minho. I didn't have the heart to look him in the eyes. Knowing there was tears there, I fell to my butt, hugging my legs, tightly. I buried my head into my knees, crying, full force, I wasn't crying for Newt now, I was crying for Minho, he would loose his girlfriend, and best friend.
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A/n: how was it? Did you feel the feels!?