tough guy ✔️ | the scorch trial minho

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A/N:
Final update *sniff sniff*
Please read all the way to the end of the last author's note!

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REGGIE USED THE body of his spear to block the knife (maybe he got one from his fellow Maze buddies) and popped two bulbs simultaneously, sending the creature into a sudden daze.

"What is wrong with you?!" He hollered.

"She can't move her right limbs!" Stephen replied over the sound of rain.

"What?!" That was Newt.

"Alright, I got this!" Reggie announced, holding onto his spear tighter. Brenda somehow joined in and the two of them took out their foe within seconds.

The berg's thrusters suddenly ignited and it started to lift off the ground.

"It's leaving!" Thomas screamed as loudly as he could, pointing frantically at their only means of escape. "Hurry!"

Newt gave her back a little push with his palm and Stephen began to run.

A crack of thunder resonated behind them, and someone screamed. It was a boy. Frankie shuddered, knowing that it was a boy, a Glader. She forced herself to stop trying to identify whoever he was.

She noticed Reggie running beside her, making sure that Newt, Stephen, and her didn't fall. Halfway towards the Berg, Minho caught up. He stayed by their side.

He was silent, but she knew he had a lot of questions to fire at her later. Right now, he needed to save his breaths and make sure that their last two weeks of torture weren't useless. Everyone had to get on that berg. Everyone left had to.

A couple of Gladers and three girls reached the Berg first, as it rose slowly upwards. Then Thomas made it with Teresa.

The open hatch was neck-high when Frankie's batch arrived. Reggie climbed in first. He and Minho, who was still on the ground, helped Newt climb onto the Berg.

"Take her!"

Minho and Reggie clawed onto her wet shirt and her armpits, and she slid onto the metallic floor safely.

"She can't move her right limbs," Reggie explained to Minho.

"Hang on," the latter curtly patted her head and left to help Stephen up. His head was still all over the place, plastered with worry over those who hadn't boarded the plane.

Harriet and Newt were pulling a girl in. Jacob was helping Aris. Thomas, Teresa, and Jorge were hanging onto Brenda, clearly struggling.

Frankie looked over their shoulders, at the slowly moving ground. The creatures they fought off earlier were lying in lifeless heaps, along with a few dead human bodies, but not many. She recognized the three boys: Doug, Marc, and Dean.

She squeezed her palm tightly.

True, most of the Gladers had made it. They had made it through Cranks, lightning, monsters, heat, and hunger. But Doug, Marc, and Dean were supposed to make it, too.

Not her.

She wasn't even supposed to be here.