TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Doors

I was stood pacing in front of the open maze doors with my hands digging into my hair. They were late. Minho and Alby were late coming back from the maze and there was only five minutes left until the doors closed for the night.

The other gladers were unaware of the time until they all looked over at me. They one by one joined beside me with worry written on their faces just like mine. They were never this late.

"It's gonna be okay. They're gonna make it," Newt tried to reassure me by putting his hand on my back and gently rubbing it. I wanted to believe him. I did. But I couldn't and wouldn't until they crossed that line.

"Shouldn't someone go in after them?" The new greenie asked beside Newt.

"We can't," Gally answered immediately. "It's against the rules." He stood up from his kneeling position and put his hand on my shoulder.

They knew i felt guilt for this. I was supposed to be running with Minho today since he was my running partner. Alby was shaken up about Minho finding a dead griever that his brotherly instincts came out and he went instead. It should be me inside the maze, not Alby.

"We can't risk losing anybody else," Newt added looking just as upset and worried as I did. Alby was his best friend, he was our best friend for majority of our time in the glade.

A familiar gust of wind blew against my face bringing another wave of tears. I chanted the word "no" while darting my eyes from each hallway in the maze.

"Oh no," Chuck whispered beside me and latched onto my leg. I held the back of his head while allowing him to hug my waist. This would of been the first time someone didn't come back from the maze in over a year.

"There!" Thomas called and pointed to the left hallway. One person emerged from it, dragging another person by their arms.

"Alby," I whispered looking at his unconscious state below Minho. "Come on Minho, you can do it!"

The other boys screamed alongside me but Minho couldn't get any faster. Not with Alby in his hands. Minho suddenly dropped Alby and attempted to throw him over his shoulders. He got him onto his back but only stumbled around the floor.

"Don't you do it, Tommy. Don't you bloody do it," Newt said beside me but he was too late. Thomas sprinted into the maze despite all of our warnings and hands to pull him back.

I made a split second and reckless decision. One that would send me straight to my death or to the pit. One that would make Newt go insane. But I did it anyway.

I ran after Thomas.

The doors sealed behind me once my foot stepped onto the slimy maze floor. I grabbed Thomas's shoulder and spun him around to look at me.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" I asked taking my hand off him. He looked regretful and scared as his lip quivered for an explanation. "Never mind that."

I walked past him and knelt beside Alby and Minho. Minho was panting beside the lifeless body before looking up and going wide eyed.

"(Y/N)?!" He yelled in shock. "What the shuck are you doing? You just killed yourself!"

"I couldn't let Newt's best friend, my running partner and the greenie die, now could I?" I put my hand on Alby's head and felt the slight increase in temperature. He had a fever. The beginning part of being stung.

"He's gonna kill you y'know," he said leaning against the wall.

"Better than letting the grievers get to me," I smirked and stood up. I paced a little while watching Thomas kneel where I was just.