Reunited (The Maze Runner, Newt)

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Arabelle's POV

I stood there, gawking at the sight infront of me. It's not like it's my first time seeing the Stade, a maze door closing and people waiting for me outside.

It's just, they're boys. And they're definitely not waiting for me because they still didn't notice my presence and they're encouraging the boy who I bumped with to run fast at the closing wall.

The clinking sound of the creature snapped me back from reality. The grunting and the scraping sound of metal it produce is loud enough for me to know that it's just a few feet behind me.

I bursted out running for the maze door. The boys outside seems to snap their gaze at the sound that the creature makes, making them see me too.

Like my reaction, their eyes are wide as well as their mouths. I realized that the boy I bumped with is already outside the maze and staring at me with a surprisingly calm look.

Nobody moved or blinked except me who is running. I am still a hundred of feet away from the maze door that is closing inch by inch. I'm still hearing the grunts and clinking sounds behind me.

Every step I take, hope is falling off my shoulders. I didn't even notice that the boys are already shouting and yelling encouraging words at me along with the lines of 'You can do it' and 'Keep running'.

I can do this.

When I'm already a few feet away from the walls, it can barely fit one person. 'C'mon, you can do it.' A voice whispered in my head. I didn't even get to question who said it because of panic.

Everything turned into slow motion. Me running between the maze walls that can barely fit a thin person. I still kept my feet moving even I'm already in a sideways position. I can now feel both walls at my chest and my back. As I'm already at the opening, I pushed myself off the closing wall, falling to the ground.

The walls closed exactly when I got out between it. I quickly sat down and rest my back and head at the maze wall, making me look upwards with closed eyes.

My breathing is uneven, I'm trying so hard to keep up with my breathing, making me look like I'm having an asthma attack.

A voice spoke up. "A bloody girl?! Really?" I looked at the boys, and they all have wide eyes, some because of confusion and some because of amusement on what I've done. I looked up at the source of the voice. He has a strong British accent, blonde hai- no, I'm not in the mood of describing a person.

I felt an anger rush up at me. Fucking sexist. "What's wrong with being a girl?" I snapped at him. He just raised his hands up in surrender and raised his eyebrows in amusement.

"Well we got one feisty shank here." Shank? The boy who I bumped with in the maze smirked, turns out to be an asian and an egotistic shithead. He squatted down at my level. "Now tell me, how did you get here?"

I glared at him while still breathing fast and heavily. "Do you bloody see that I can fucking die because of asthma attack right now? Then you're here, asking me for a long explanation. Get your fucking grip and atleast give me some water." He glares back at me. Now, we're having a death glare competition. Everyone is still quiet because of the tension. "Or if you want me to suffer and die for not telling you a bedtime story, then what you're bloody doing now is a progress."

If looks could kill, I would be dead, go to hell, chill with the fire, then back here again. But I didn't show my fear, I just smiled at him sarcastically.

Then someone pulled him up, snapping us out of our lovely competition. I looked up and saw a muscular, dark skinned man.

"Stop this klunk right now! This ain't going anywhere good. If you want to continue this klunk, feel free. You'll go straight outside with the Grievers." Klunk? He must be the leader here becau- wait.