A variety of Maze Runner preferences.
Currently writing for Gally, Minho, Newt and Thomas.
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Gifs to somehow suit the preference
Youtube links to whatever I'm listening to atm...just in case you're looking for music :P
A/N: Yay! A long one! These take hours to write but are so rewarding. This was suggested by @mrsfrancoise
I hope you like it!!
Gally:
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It was Peter. It had to be. He always had it out for you, that guy. You never trusted him, and certainly not as a runner. You didn't for one second believe he could be trusted to leave the Glade.
So when something knocked you over the head as you headed back on your route, you screamed.
A bag was thrown over your head so you couldn't see, and you felt someone lift you off the ground. You thrashed around desperately as he ran with you through the maze, presumably, to the end of his route. A route you'd never done before. You tried to memorise the turns he was making but it was so hard without sight. Not to mention the disorientation resulting from your headache.
Suddenly, he stopped, throwing you to the ground. Hard.
"Good luck, Princess," he whispered, before you heard his footsteps retreating back towards the maze entrance.
You fumbled with the bag, ripping it off your head, hoping to see his figure disappearing or have some idea of where you were.
Nothing. None of it even seemed remotely familiar. You were certain you'd never passed these walls before. This wasn't your route.
The sun was setting over the walls, and you knew you had to at least try to make it back.
So you ran.
Gally's POV:
You weren't back yet. There was less than half an hour to go and you weren't back. Gally was beginning to lose his mind, unable to imagine a world without you here, but even more horrified at the thought that you could die at the hands- or claws- of the Grievers. It was too horrible to even think about.
Suddenly, a figure appeared at the end of the maze corridor, running towards the group that had assembled by the maze doors.
"Y/N?" Gally whispered.
But as the figure came closer, panting and out of breath, it became clearer. It wasn't you. It was Peter.
Immediately, Gally suspected something.
"What the hell did you do?!" he yelled, stopping Peter in his tracks as he reached the Glade.
