{highest ranking, #2 in TMR}
Just a bunch of imagines and maze runner gifs. I suck at descriptions, just read it slinthead....please?
(Btw I take requests just let me know, okay? Thanks babes.)
(Oh, also, I'm currently working on making it gender-ne...
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(Warning. This will include spoilers for the death cure. Although if you're at this point in the book you've probably encountered them before.)
"We're going! Come on!" Thomas shouted a few minutes later. He helped Newt stand, basically holding him up, and Minho grabbed you. You couldn't help the fact that your legs refused to hold your weight.
"We're moving out!" Minho yelled, his voice echoing down the empty halls. He through your arm over his shoulder and started to follow the rest of the crowd. The group started to move, slowly making their way through the corridor. The boys at the front of the line held their guns up, and you stayed at the back. Minho and Thomas kept helping you down the hallway, and the boys in the front of the crowd were ready to shoot if any guards appeared. You stole a glance towards Newt and Thomas. Newt looked bad, and you imagine that you did too. The veins on his neck had darkened just slightly, his eyes bloodshot and swollen.
"Turn right!" Minho yelled. The boys at the front reached a corner, and followed Minhos instructions. As soon as all of us cleared the corner, guards came running out of a room at the end of the hallway.
"TURN BACK!" Some boy yelled. Everyone started running away, tripping over each other to get as far as they could from the guards. Minho and Thomas propped me and Newt against a wall so they could go to help, and we had to duck under the stun-gun bullets shooting through the air. There was a thud next to us as a guard fell to the ground.
The guards were closing in, the gladers around us slowly falling to the ground, shaking from the weapons the WICKED people had used, as it electrocuted them. Newt coughed, choking a bit, but then stopped, his eyes locking onto the guard who had collapsed next to us. He leaned forward, kneeling on the ground as he grabbed something off of the mans belt. It opened when he pressed a button, glowing blue. It beeped a few times, the beeps steadily getting faster. After a few beeps he chucked it into the group of guards. A few moments later, it exploded, sending out tendrils of electricity. The guards all stopped in their tracks, shaking and seizing before falling to the ground. The boys around us that weren't stunned let out a sigh of relief. Newt collapsed against the wall again next to me. He kept coughing, the sweat on his face sticking to his hair and matting it to his forehead.
"Nice job, Newt. I'm impress-" you were stopped mid sentence by yet another coughing fit. Oh god the coughing fits just wouldn't stop.
"Y/N?" Newt asked, patting your back as you kept coughing up the familiar black blood. You were holding yourself up on your arms, and they shook the whole time. When it finally stopped you still couldn't breathe. Newts shaky hand rested on your back, rubbing calming circles.
"Guys? You good to move on?" Thomas asked, already holding up another glader. Newt sighed, leaning his head back against the wall.
