Mine (The Maze Runner Minho Fanfic)✔

Part 1: Chapter 22

WARNING:

<CONTAINS VIOLENCE>

Sam

Hugging him like my life depends on it. Because it does.

All of the Gladers sigh in relief as Gally and the Builders finish boarding up the door. Me and Minho sit down together and hold hands. Alby and Newt come over. "Hey guys, how you doing?" Alby asks.

"Alright I guess." I smile, "Just abit shocked."

"Yeah, me too." Minho says. "Why now? We haven't even found a proper way out."

"What do you mean, 'a proper way out'?" I frown.

"Remember the other day, that argument between Thomas and Gally?" Minho sighs, I nod, "Well we think we found a way out. Not sure though."

I smile. "The thing is, we need a code. We went to the griever hole, which is off the cliff and-" Minho is cut off by the cracking of the Gathering hut. A griever moans and groans from outside, and begins to climb up the side of the hut, instantly shushing the Gladers.

He gathering hut begins to give way as the pole in the middle is broken in two, collapsing the entire hut on us. A Gladers yells for help, but is ripped away by the Grievers.

I hear a grunt of pain from next to me and turn around, Alby lays underneath some of the gathering hut's rubble, I help him out. I turn around, looking for Minho. "Thank you." Alby coughs.

"No problem." I smile, patting him on the shoulder. "Minho?" I whisper.

"Yeah-" I hear a yell and then the snapping of the gathering hut.

"Help!" Alby yells, holding onto the thin frame of the hut. I am instantly to his aid, grasping onto his hands. The Gladers begin to help me rip Alby from the Grievers tough grasp.

"Sam." Alby rasps, "Help the others, get outta here."

"No, not without you!" He shakes his head, and then his hands slip from mine.

"ALBY!" I scream. Leaping through the hole, doing a forwards roll when I land.

"Sam! Sam! COME BACK!" Minho yells, as I run towards the maze after the griever that took Alby.

I let out a battle cry as I sprint up a piece of rubble and do a front flip off of it, ripping two machetes from my runners pack. I leap at the griever, plunging my blade into its back. It writhes around underneath my small frame, as I twist the knife deeper inside its blubbering flesh.

Green goo splats all over me as it dies. I pull out the machetes and climb off of it, poking my knife at its head. The griever was dead. And so was Alby.

As I walk away, I hear a weak shout. "Help." Someone coughs. I turn around and see Alby lying in the green goo.

"Alby! Oh my god." My eyes grow wide as I look down at his body. His legs were gone. A mangled mess of bone and blood is all that left. I gulp, holding in my cry of disgust.

"Is it that bad." Alby croaks.

I nod my head, crouching down at his side. I cradle him in my arms, "SOMEONE HELP ME! MEDJACKS!" I yell, tears blurring my vision.

"What the shuck?!" Minho recoils, hand over his mouth.

Newt lets out a strangled sob, "take care of them Newt." Alby rasps.

"I don't think I bloody can Albs." Newt gulps. Tears pouring down his cheeks.

"Alby, Alby! ALBY!" I scream, "Cmon stay with us! YOU PROMISED!"

Minho looks down, crying silently. He walks over, engulfing me in a hug. I cry into his shoulder. The cries of the Gladers fills my ears.

I look up as Gally walks over. Gally marches over to Thomas and punches him right in the face. I gasp, pulling a knife out of my pocket, the Gladers try to hold Gally back, Thomas lays on the floor, holding his bloody nose. "WHAT THE HELL!" I yell at Gally.

"ITS ALL HIS FAULT! ALL OF THIS! OUR HOME, WE WORKED SO HARD." Gally screams, the veins popping out on his neck. He struggles against the Gladers. Thomas gets up, and reaches for the griever stinger. He plunges it into his stomach.

I hear him hit the floor, "Thomas!" I shout, "what the shuck!"

"I want to remember." He whispers, before passing out.