Since That Night (NewtxThomas Maze Runner fanfic)

Undeniable Fate

((A/N: Your comments really make me laugh, you guys. You're awesome. Like really. Here's a shortish chapter just to make you all squirm some more. Mwahahaha >:3))

THOMAS'S POV

I can't look. I hear the vine snap and look up, the feeling of guilt hitting me like a giant blow to the chest. Minho's blood curdling screams echo throughout the Maze, and I actually feel tears well up in my eyes. I could hear the Griever's blades piercing through Minho's flesh.

I could hear Minho struggle to get back up onto the vine, to no avail. And I didn't do anything to help him.

I could have easily jumped down and ran to the Griever. I could have gotten in the way. I...I was supposed to save him. That was all that I had to do. I was to keep him alive, for Newt, and I failed. I failed Minho. I failed Newt. I failed all the Gladers who rely on Minho.

While I wallowed in my own selfish grief, the Griever had finished with Minho, and was heading for me. I pulled myself together, as much as I could, and tried to climb higher up the vine. I figure, there, I can be safe.

But no. Wait. The Griever starts climbing. He scoots his way up the wall, much quicker than me. I realise quickly that this plan was a pile of klunk, and it wouldn't work with only one person. I drop down from the vine and take off running, hoping that I can find a better place to hide if I lose the Griever.

I round the next corner, and right in front of me are two more Grievers. Turning around, I run back the other way, but I can hear them scooting toward me. The first Griever catches up, finally finding me.

Then, I hear the, once gut-wrenching, now victorious sound of the Gates creaking open. Hope comes from the pit of my stomach, but it's soon squashed when I see that a Griever is blocking my way to the exit (or entrance, whatever). I know how to get through it, but I'm not too enthusiastic about it. My last bright idea got Minho...nope, too soon. Don't bloody think about it, idiot. I wait until there's a bit if space between the first Griever, the second, and the corridor that leads to the Gates. Then, I run for it, jumping over a..leg, I guess? I feel a sharp pain in my upper thigh as leap past the first Griever.

Shuck...I've been stung..

I keep going, though, determined to not give up. I turn down the corridor and run as fast as I can. I'm so sick of running for today.  About halfway to the Gates, I see Minho's body lying still on the ground. I can't tell if he's breathing or not, but I don't have time to check. I just grab him and keep running. The Grievers don't sound like they're chasing me the closer I get to the Glade, and I'm thankful for that, because I'm slowing down quite a bit with the extra dead weight. I shake my head. No saying dead..

When I finally reach the Gates, I stumble into the Glade and finally collapse. I drop Minho's body beside me. The pain from the sting is traveling throughout my entire body. Its unbearably harsh. I can't even black out, it just hurts. Some Gladers rush over to me and call for Newt. Despite the pain, I manage to smile a bit when I see him rush over with such a worried look on his face. I feel him pick me up and carry me to the Homestead.