The Fighter 》 The Maze Runner

Thirty-Four

Gally has lost his mind! The moment Thomas was knocked out, he had Mick and Rory take him to the Slammers. Teresa ran to get the serum before Thomas could completely lose his mind. She tried to get past Gally, but he wouldn't budge. He glared at Teresa with so much hatred, she'd be on fire.

I pushed her behind me and glared at him, "Let her in, Gally. Thomas needs the serum." He didn't move a muscel. "Do I need to beat the klunk out of you? Because I'll do it."

"Just do it anyway. This shank needs to be taught a lesson." Minho said.

Gally looked at all of us, "So, you're on his side. The guy who caused us nothing but trouble the moment he arrived. He gave us a death wish."

"Gally, Thomas hasn't done anything wrong! Get that through your shuck head! Why do you hate him so much?"

"Cause I saw him!" He yelled. "He was with the Creators! He's the reason why we're here!"

"How would you know that?" Teresa asked.

Newt answered, "He got stung the first few months of us being here."

I gave Gally a disbelieving look, "So, you went in the Maze too? How does that make you any better than Thomas? If anything that makes you a hypocrite. You remembered what he did in the past, he's not the same Thomas."

"For now."

I felt my anger boil. My fist began tightening before I held my hands up, "You know what? Do what you want?" I turned around to walk away. On second thought....

I spun around and punched Gally. The hit was hard enough to knock him out. I began shaking my hand as it started to sting. Minho started to laugh. "That's why no one messes with you, Tiger."

"He deserves it. Him and his weird eyebrows." I mumbled before opening the gate for Teresa. She send me a thankful smile before jumping in and injecting Thomas with the serum.

"What do we do now?" She asked as she placed Thomas' head on her lap.

I thought about it, "I don't know. I - I'm gonna head to the Map Room." I looked at Minho. "You coming?"

He crossed his arms, "Might as well. I don't want to end up like Gally."

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help the smile. "That's different. I actually like you."

Minho placed his arm around me, "Here that, Newt. She actually likes me."

"Good luck with her, then." Newt joked. "She's a bloody handful."

I scoffed, "Please, I'm a delight." I removed Minho's arm and pecked Newt. "Keep an eye on Chuck."

Newt gave me a small smile before leaving. Minho walked ahead of me towards the Map Room. I looked at Teresa to see her looking down at Thomas. Just staring at him. She'll be fine, they both will. I gave her a little wave before following Minho.

"What do you need from the Map Room?" He asked.

"I need to look over the maps of the Maze. You and Thomas said you found a Cliff that could be the Grievers way in and out. Maybe we could find some sort of code."

"And you need me because I'm the better Runner out of all these shanks."

"I was gonna say someone who knows the Maps as well as I do."

Minho scoffed, "Sure you were."

We made it to the room. Minho twisted the heavy door nob before letting me in. He turned on the lights and we went towards the chest of the maps. He opened it and pulled a huge pile before handing me one.

"I don't know why you want these for. You know which sections change each night." He said.

"I know, but maybe we're missing something. Now, are we going to talk or..." I trailed off.

Minho nodded before grabbing himself another pile of the papers. We got a long night ahead of us.

》》》》

I groaned in annoyance. We have been looking at every part of the maps and nothing is changing. They all look the same. Section 3 changes on this day, Section 7 changes on this day.

"Maybe we should take a break." Minho suggested.

"No! There is something in these maps that might give us a clue about a way out." I snapped.

"Chill, Tiger. We won't be able to find a way out if you're roaring at everyone."

"Excuse me for wanting to get out of here. You can stay with the Grievers if you like!"

Minho placed his hands on my shoulders, "Calm down, She-bean."

I removed his hands. "Don't tell me to calm down! The longer we're in here means Chuck's life is in danger. His, Newt's, yours, and all the Gladers here. We're dead. The Creators either want us out earlier or they're trying to kill us!"

I got so ticked off that I knocked a pile of papers of the floor. Minho looked a bit worried. "All better now?"

I sighed, "Not the slightest." I went to pick up the papers but stopped. Some of the papers were piled together to looked like an F was being formed. "Min, come here." I pointed towards the papers. "Is it me or does that look like an F?"

He knelt closer to the pile, "I see it. Looks like it's spelling something. It looks like...it looks like it's spelling Float."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Float? What does that even mean?"

Minho shook his head before looking at me, "What pile was that?"

"Umm, that pile was Section 1. I thought it would help a bit more if they were in order."

We both got up. "Tiger, I think you're on to something." He said with a happiness. He looked at the maps then back at me. "To hell with it. Newt can kill me later."

The next thing I knew, Minho grabbed my face and kissed me. My eyes widen at the chaste kiss. I knew it wasn't out of romance, it was out of gratitude. Otherwise, I would have slapped him.

I wiped my lip when he pulled away, "A simple thank you would have been fine." He shrugged his shoulders. "Grab some of Frypan's cooking sheets. I'll get Newt, Teresa, and Chuck. Maybe we can get this done quicker with them."

He nodded his head before leaving. We're almost there. We're almost out of this hell hole.