Thomas's POV
All the boys gasped including myself.
"You're...you're alive? But Thomas said...he said...you're alive?" Minho repeated in disbelief.
(Y/n) paced around until she was directly in front of me. She kneeled over and looked at me with so much hatred.
"Yes. I am indeed very much alive. And what exactly did Thomas say?" She sneered, "did he tell you guys how he left me behind?" The gladers gasped. She turned to them for a quick second before looking at me once more then stood up. I felt horrible.
"That reaction leads me to believe that he didn't. Well yeah, the person I thought I could rely most on was the person who left me for dead."
"(Y/n) I'm so --" I started but she cut me off,
"You don't get to apologize! I trusted you. I looked up to you. You let me down." Her voice sounded shaky for a second before returning to a stern voice. She walked around us while our eyes followed.
"And unfortunately because of that... all your friends pay." What? I looked at Minho he also had the same worried look that the rest of us had.
She smiled, but it was no longer that sweet smile that would lighten up a room back in the Glade. It was no longer reassuring.
"BOYS!" She yelled. 10 to about 20 boys popped up from around the bridge. Some jumped down from what was left of it. They all had weapons that made ours look powerless. Guns vs Spears? Not very good.
"Now, you put those down or you die. As much as I hate you," she was looking at me, "I want you alive, but I won't hesitate to kill you."
"You're bluffing.." I muttered still surprised and afraid.
"Want to try me? I'm not longer that sweet girl that's afraid of hurting someone, Tommy" she said my name in such a taunting manner. She pouted for about a second before smiling cruelly once more.
"So you better not push it, Thomas! You're running out of luck here." She snapped her fingers and a blonde boy who looked very muscular pointed his gun at my forehead.
"You wouldn't." I said. She sighed, clearly annoyed. Not one second passed before she took out her own gun and shot Minho without a shadow of a doubt.
He fell to the floor and we all screamed!
"Oh, boo hoo, don't cry! He'll live... at least I'm pretty sure he will." She laughed.
"You listen to me now or next time I'll make sure he dies."
I didn't move. I didn't say anything in return.
She was no longer a caring, sweet, and innocent girl like in the glade and it's all my fault.
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The Maze Runner Imagines
FanfictionI've always loved writing, but I've always been horrible at making an entire story. Short imagines are definitely a great way of sharing my writing, and so that's why I do them! I absolutely love The Maze Runner trilogy. I hope you enjoy my imagine...
