[REWRITE COMING SOON] A story where a boy with a mysterious and complicated past falls for the boy with a limp. [ newt x male oc x teresa]
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PART I ; The Maze
Three months before Thomas came, a boy name, Poe comes out of the Box with no memories a...
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the maze runner chapter eighteen
❛❛you can let go of alby, poe ❜❜
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Poe's hands began to numb and stiffened, he was still holding onto the ivy that was holding Alby. His arms trembled as his muscles burned from holding on tightly too long, his leg was stinging so terribly as the pain throbbed in his ankle. He wasn't sure how long he'll have to keep holding on. A strong urge had hit him of letting Alby go.
It was all quiet as time passed. No Griever was making any sound anymore except the maze changing. He was afraid that the wall he and Alby were in will begin to change and maybe get crushed to death. But there weren't any movement so far. He didn't hear Thomas or Minho anymore, their screams echoed over the giant walls little while ago, they've been gone for a long time now and Poe was thinking that the Griever have got them. Meanwhile Poe is still waiting for the Griever to find him.
Pain, the ache, the stiffness, the numbness was all he felt. Also he was scared. He wasn't sure what he was scared of exactly, of the Griever or that he may bleed to death. He couldn't tell if he was still bleeding because it was too dark to see, he'd have to squirm out of his hiding to check his leg but he didn't want to. It was all quiet. Too quiet. Not a single or a little sound other than the maze changing.
He never heard the footsteps coming his way until they startled him as they stopped by the hiding spot. Poe jumped as Minho squatted down and moved the ivies aside, "Hey, hey! It's just me"
Poe had never felt so glad to see Minho again. He's alive, still alive. Poe let out a sigh of relief, "Holy shit, man— you're still alive" he had already forgotten that Minho had abandoned him and Thomas to Alby. He didn't really care about that. He was just glad to see him.
"Glad the Griever never found you" Minho grabbed the ivy that Poe was holding, "Thomas, can you—?" He gestured at the ivy.
Thomas is still alive as well. How are they still alive? Thomas grabbed the ivy and Poe was still gripping the ivy.
"You can let go of Alby, Poe" Minho told him. Poe could barely loosened his grip on the ivy, his fingers were all stiffened and they trembled when he let go. "You're alright, man. We're all fine. Come on—" Minho grabbed Poe's arm and slowly dragged him out of the hiding spot.
Minho dragged Poe to the other wall where he sat back. Poe watched the two of them slowly getting Alby back to the ground. "Wait, what happened?" Poe questioned, "Where's the Griever?"
As Minho and Thomas were too careful to get Alby down, both struggling to keep the leader from falling down. As they had him halfway down, Minho finally answer, "The Griever is dead"
