The Maze Runner Preference and Imagines

flare - the death cure imagine

Newt wasn't the only one. Wasn't the only one to have the flare, to be suffering. Knowing that you'd go crazy. That your shucked mind would go into a hole of craziness. Newt wasn't the only one who could hold a brave face, but in reality, it would crumble everynight before bed. And hearing his sobs, made me want to pull him into my lap and sing him a lullaby. To pet his brownish, golden, blonde hair. To tell him everything was going to be just fine. When In reality, nothing was going to be okay. Nothing. How can a monster, take care of a monster? How can one save another person, when the other one is struggling?

"Newt has the flare..."I finally say aloud. And it hurts, like a million bee stings, but to the chest. Saying newt had the flare, made me want to curl up and pass out. And never wake up. It hurt so, so much. Knowing that my brother had the flare, hurt just as much as breaking your toe. Or stubbing it...

"Whats that Y/n?" Minho asks me.
I stare off, I said it. I actually said it. My eyes feel with unshed tears and my heart beat slows. My lip quivers and I can no longer keep the unshed tears in. I can't shield them away. Can't hide them so no one will see. Because eventually, they will see. I let out a soft whimper and look down.
"He's going to die... isn't he?" I ask minho, my voice cracking. I can't keep telling myself that Newt will be okay. That there will be a cure. That one day, he will walk off a Berg and, a-and look at me, as he speaks in that British accent of his. I can't pretened that everything will be okay. Because Newts going to die. Cure or not. My older brother would die. And when we barely get reunited. Me and minho sit in silence. I know he's trying to come up with some lie, tell me that there will be a bloody cure, and that everything will be Sunshine and rainbows. And there will be unicorns prancing around, and there will be cute bunnies. Or something Like that. He sighs, and turns around.

"Yes." Minho says flatly. I get ready to argue with him, but I wasn't prepared to answer to what he just said. Minho, Newts best friend. Was actually saying that his best friend was gonna die? No, something must be wrong.
"Minho..." I say as a put a hand on his shoulder. He shakes it off and gets up, the light of the fire a few steps away lighting his back side up, his shadow making me larger than he already is.
"What?!" He spats, actually spit flying. I back down and put my head down. Expecting minho to just walk away and say sorry, I grab a piece of a broken burnt stick. But no, minho doesn't go away. He stays there, hovering over me, not saying anything, just starring at me. This isn't the
Minho I know, the one who would yell at you for touching his hair, would yell at you because you went two steps closer to the mazes walls..but that was back in the glade. This, this is the scorch. And one of is, flare or not, was meant to die. I look down shaking my head, playing with my fingers.
"Nothing, nervermind." I say.
"Y/n..."he says soflty, like the night i twisted my ankle in the maze, and when I thought I got are best runner, to be stuck in the maze. We obviously made it back.
I shook my head and played with the hot sand, only thing lighting us up was the fire.
He sighs, and i hear his heavy footprints walk off. I look up, to see him sit by newt, who has his head in his hands, and is in a ball. I whimper at seeing this. I hold back my tears, and lay in the spot I've been in for an hour now.

We've lost so many people because of wicked. So many of my friends..no..back in the glade, when Adam was still here, that was the hardest night for me. Everyone knew they would take someone. But Adam, my best friend, I wasn't expecting it to be him. But as wickeds creation reached in and grabbed him. My heart stopped, and I couldn't breath, everyone left the room, fled. But i ,stood, I stood there, watching as they twirled, and swirled across the glade. I wanted to take after them. But the Grievers, were to fast for me..

I shake, and the tears I've been trying to hide, they just come flowing out. Down my cheeks, and down to the scorches hot desert sand. I'm quiet so no one can hear me.