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Sam
"Where's Minho?" I shout, ripping off my mask, that I had reapplied earlier, and squaring up to Teresa. She flinches as I slam my hands on the walls next to her head, "I'm running out of time! Where the fuck is my Minho?"
"I don't know!" She cries out, covering her face with her hands as I step away, shaking violently, and surprised at my sudden outburst. Thomas and Newt were too, but Gally saw it coming, as he continues to saw into the chunky metal of the door.
"Find out then." Newt says, ignoring my previous outburst. "Bloody hell, Teresa."
She scrambles towards a computer, frantically typing and muttering to herself. "It says that he's been taken up to another lab."
"Let's go then, come on!" Thomas says, beginning to leave the room. Teresa and Newt follow after him.
"Thank you, Gally, for your help. For being kind and caring to me, even when I was a bitch to you in the Glade." I smile at him, hugging the 6'2 boy to my chest and shedding a couple of tears.
"You're going to make it, Sam. And I forgive you, I was an asshole too." He smiles sadly back at me.
I was going to miss this shuckface.
"Go on. You've got Minho to save." He says, giving me a small nudge as I quickly leave the room, praying that Gally makes this one out alive. I hurriedly tug my mask over my face, and grasp my gun to my chest as I begin my next mission.
I follow Thomas's path, racing through winding staircases and letting signs lead me through the winding corridors of the WCKD complex.
From in the distance, I see Newt, Thomas and Teresa enter an elevator, the boy's masks over their faces. Teresa presses several buttons, before the doors begin to slide closed.
But a large body steps through the doors just as they are about to slam shut.
It was Janson.
The doors close, and the elevator shoots upwards.
My breath hitches in my throat as I scramble up the staircase, all of the way up to our desired floor before my heart sinks.
Thomas and Newt had their masks off, and they were discarded onto the floor, many guards were crowded around the boys, Janson and Teresa in the middle, but just in front of the teens.
I carefully manoeuvre through the guards, and slip into a glass doored room, turning the corner and acting like a real guard as I quickly think of a plan to get Minho and save the boys.
Suddenly, gunshots slice through the thick, tense air, and I wince. Alarms beginning to ring out as the glass doors slide close, Thomas and Newt panting and shooting down guards as they rush around.
"Minho!" Thomas shouts out, firing again and again.
I call out for Thomas, but I am swept away by the sudden influx of nurses and doctors fleeing the scene.
"Stop!" I croak out, tearing off my mask as bullets fly around us, but the people continue to push and shove me to the ground and harshly into the white walls. My mask falls the ground with a small thud, but it was no match for the loud sounds surrounding me.
"Minho!" They shout again, Thomas's distinctive voice louder than the cries and gunshots.
I manage to shove a couple of people away, but they pay no notice to me as I am crushed against the wall. So I push with all of my might as a loud smash of glass fills the air.
There is a loud shout, and another cry of pain, bullets whizzing and sinking into their targets.
"Is this real?" I hear a voice from down the corridor, it was Minho.
I cry out of them, but the fleeing people and the guards were too loud for my weak voice to be heard. I shove with all of my might, finally managing to escape from the frightened hoard of people.
"Minho!" I yell out, racing through the corridors, a launcher clutched tightly in my hands.
With a sudden burst of energy, I shoot down several guards, punching and kicking at the ones that get too close, and finally rounding a corner, coming face to face with Newt's launcher.
As quick as humanly possible, my launcher is cocked and in place as I aim it back a Newt, as I still don't register that this guy was an ally.
"Sam?" A strangely familiar voice calls out, and I blink slowly, lowering the gun as I finally take in my surroundings.
"What?"
"Get the gun away from my dick." Newt whimpers, shrinking away from the end of my gun, which was accidentally now aimed at his crown jewels.
I stifle a small chuckle, moving the gun as Thomas rushes around the corner too, Minho in tow. But I hadn't seen my boyfriend yet, as my back was to him.
"We've gotta go!" And at that, we all sprint down the white corridors once again, the guards closing in.
"In here!" Thomas pants, ripping open a door, and pulling us all in, as he then frantically locks the metal door from the guards outside.
"Where's Minho?" I cry out, trying to unlock the door to find my boyfriend, but two strong arms prevent me from doing so.
"Right here, babe." He whispers, sending familiar chills down my spine.
Hot tears fall down my cheeks as I begin to sob in Minho's arms, turning around and kissing him passionately, ignoring Newt, Thomas and the smashing of the door as the guards attempt to chop it down.
"I love you." I cry out, hugging him tightly.
"I love you too, Sammy." He cooes gently into my ear, kissing my cheek and cradling me in his large, muscular arms.
"Guys?" Newt calls out, "any ideas, before they tear down this bloody door."
With great difficulty, I peel myself from Minho's arms with a final kiss, and knock over a table, shoving it into the door with a loud crash.
Thomas stares at the window, before him and Minho throw a tanker out of it, smashing the clean glass.
As the door begins to cave in, the gladers and I stare down at the rectangular pool below us.
And then with great reluctance, we all jump as the door breaks off it's hinges.
