Change (Maze Runner)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5...

In the POV of a Leader

No, not Minho, it's Alby!

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"Something is wrong here." Newt started the conversation.

"You think?" Minho asked, hiding his worry for his newfound friend.

"Yeah. Somethinv is wrong." Chuck agreed, ignoring Minho.

"And I say we find out what." Alby said, standing up.

"Minho." The Keeper looked up, as if shocked.

"You are one of the four that survived according to Thomas. You're gonna talk to him so he won't freak out."

"Whatever you say." Minho grumbled, walking away.

*In the POV of Minho, Keeper of the Runners*

Minho knocked and opened the door. "Hey Shank."

Thomas just stared at him.

"So, what did you see?" Minho sat down beside the Greenie, wondering why his friend's mind was so shucked.

"You should know, Minho. You were there. We got out of the maze. Gally killed Chuck. WICKED took us to this building and starved us, stupid shanks."

Minho noticed how Thomas seemed to be more familiar with the Glader words. Could it be true that Thomas had either went through all this or seen the future?

"Then we met Janson, Rat Man as you called him." Thomas smiled faintly. "And then phase two happened. The metal balls killed two or three people. Then Winston was attacked by a purple blob that melted his face. Then we went into the Scorch and met the Cranks." Thomas shivered. "Cranks are insane people. They have a disease called the Flare, which is slowly destroying their brains. WICKED is using ys to try to find a cure."

He made eye contact with Minho, "Most of us are immune. Some aren't."

He didn't give Minho time to think before continuing. "We thought we were shucked. Then the lightning happened. Killed a few. Winston, and I saw Jeff." Thomas shivered again. "You got struck straight on and it's a miracle you lived."

"Nice to know." The Runner muttered.

Thomas laughed slightly, "Then we met Brenda and Jorge. Brenda and I got separated from the rest of you Shanks. Eventually found you guys later. WICKED took us back."

Thomas paused for breath, "We were told who was and wasn't immune." His voice choked up at that part. "We escaped. Brenda and Jorge took you and I into Denver. Hans took out or chips, then we met Gally and the Right Arm."

Thomas flexed his right bicep and grinned. Minho couldn't help but laugh.

"We figured out what was going on, blah blah blah, we destroyed WICKED and made it to 'the safe haven.'"

Minho could almost see everything happening. He believed Thomas.

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As time went on, Thomas's predictions seemed to come true. Gally killed Chuck. Thomas tried to stop it, but was held back by Minho.

It was like torture for Thomas, watching his friends die all over again.

The only difference from his changing dream was Newt's death.

It never happened, but was instead replaced by another.

Thomas couldn't force himself to pull the trigger. He couldn't kill Newt again. He couldn't kill one if his best friends, again. If there was one death he could stop, it was Newt's.

But fate didn't have it that way.

When Newt learned Thomas wouldn't kill him, he kept to his promise.

"Kill me or I'll kill you! Do it!"

Newt shot Thomas in the heart.

Newt, already going insane, realized what he had done, put the gun to his own head. He wasn't able to live with himself after what had happened and he knew he couldn't live when he might kill someone he loved.

Newt pulled the trigger.

Minho, Gally, and Frypan were the last Gladers to survive, accompanied by the always wonderful Brenda and Jorge.

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Minho sat next to Brenda, watching the stars. They had become close after loosing so many friends.

Brenda lay asleep as Minho lay next to her, stargazing.

"It's really amazing how things can change." He whispered, thinking back to the Glade.

With a soft sigh, Minho, the former keeper of the runners, rolled over and slowly fell asleep, dreaming of his lost friends and wishing things had never changed.