Mine (The Maze Runner Minho Fanfic)✔

Part 2: Chapter 14

Sam

I sit on the droughted ground, my mind wandering back to the strange dream: the crackling of the radio, the feeling of freedom and sudden curiosity. But the dream seemed too real, was it a memory?

But once again, I am harshly ripped from my deep train of thought by Thomas. My annoying, but sweet older brother. "What's going on in that shucked up brain of yours?"

I jump, so deep in thought to not have noticed him approach me. "Nothing much. Just a bad dream... Those grievers still scare me, even from out here." I lie, hoping desperately that my brother believes my crafty lie.

"Sometimes I get bad dreams too. But you just have to remember that it's going to be alright. We made it out of the maze. What is the worst that can happen?"

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We have walked across the desert plain for hours. No shade or shelter in sight. I had given my last drops of water to Alex, who now continues to sleep in my cradled arms.

As the day draws by, we all seem to find ourselves laying underneath our bed sheets or scarves from the scalding hot Sun. Many of the gladers had fallen asleep, but here I was, still awake and uncomfortable from the heat.

My mind wanders back to my memory. It seemed too real to be a dream, way too real. But as the exhausting events of the day catch up on me, I slowly fall into a light slumber, Alex and Minho by my side.

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"Hey! Guys wake up!"

I slowly peel open my eyes, my brain not fully registering what is going on. "Huh?" I mumble, rubbing my eyes.

"C'mon Sammy, we gotta go!" Thomas's face comes into my line of sight and he suddenly grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet.

I quickly take in my surroundings, but the sky is still dark, and filled with forks of lightening and black clouds. The rumbling of thunder hits my ears, I swoop down and grasp my backpack, before swinging it onto my back and attaching my hand to Tom's.

"Get your stuff, let's go!" I now realise that we are running from the storm and that all of the gladers are already awake, cursing at myself that I was so tired that I had not heard them shouting my name.

Frypan had Alex. And I was kinda glad for that as Minho runs very strangely, he can't keep his arms still, so Alex would be thrown around. And Newt, as he has the limp - I still don't know why though; and finally Thomas, he is dragging me.

There is nothing wrong with the boys, they are... unique.

A sudden clap of thunder, and a bright stoke of lightening breaks me from my deep thoughts. There is a yell of pain as someone flies through the air, landing on the floor with a sickening thud.

"Minho!" Thomas shouts, letting go of my hand and rushing to my boyfriend's aid.

I scream out as I see him. His skin burn and his clothes torn and singed at the end. So I too run over to the unconscious boy.

"Help!" Thomas groans, trying to drag Minho to the warehouse were Frypan was running to.

I wrap Minho's limp arm around my shoulder, and Thomas does the same, and we begin to slowly jog towards the rest of our separated group.

My arms ache as we finally collapse onto the warehouse floor, Frypan shutting the storm out after us.

"Minho?" Frypan whispers, rummaging through his bag for a torch. The light comes on in a second, illuminating Minho's burnt and bruised face.

Tears cascade down my cheeks, as I watch my boyfriend lay lifeless on the warehouse floor. "C'mon Minho, wake up you lazy shuckface." Thomas jokes, trying to lighten up the, once again, sad atmosphere.

"I have an idea, step back." Newt suggests, as if a lightbulb had gone off. He pulls back his hand and...

Slap

He strikes Minho across the face, leaving him with a red mark.

There is a moment of silence, everyone too shocked to process what had just happened. Suddenly, Minho gasps, eyes flying wide open. "What the shuck?"

"Oh my god, Minho!" I cry, my arms wrapping tightly around my boyfriend, tears streaming down my face.

Newt smirks at the red hand print on Minho's face, and Frypan lets out a small chuckle. "Good to have you back, Minho." Newt laughs, as Minho gives him a confused look.

"What's that smell?" Teresa asks, to nobody in particular, as she walks further away from the group.

Tom flicks on his torch, startled when Teresa screams in shock at the crank inches away from her. We all turn on our torches as gurgles and growls fill the air.

There were hundreds of them, all chained to various boxes and walls. The group gasps, shuffling into the corner as the cranks reach out to us. "Aw shit." Minho curses, now stood amount us, as his eyes dart from crank to crank.

"I see you've found our guard dogs." A voice booms, a light flicking on behind the culprit of the sudden voice.

We all stare at her as she advances towards us, red jumper wrapped tightly around her, ripped jeans complementing her rugged look. "Are you coming or not? Or you can stay with these guys if you want to..."

Our group begins to slowly follow her as she walks towards the door.