The Maze Runner imagines

3//The maze-PLOT TWIST

(Thomas POV) ITS A PLOT TWIST
I keep up through my heavy,corrupted lungs as e sprint through the maze. Minho seems like he can go on forever,sprinting as his spiky jet black hair gets blow backwards away from his face. I feel like turning back but I can't.  
My name is Thomas,I want to be a runner. Because if I had to choose between being trapped in here for the rest of my life or facing whatever's out there in the maze,I choose the maze, we don't belong here,we don't belong in a place where we can't sleep at night,due to these nightmares and taunting flashbacks burnt into our brains,the worry of someone not making it back,or this constant,overwhelming,crushing fear that something bad is about to happen. In life you always visualise where you are and where you're gonna be,this ain't it.
"What are we even looking for?" I ask Minho through pants,using up all my energy.
"The Greiver," he says almost perfectly "The Griever I found yesterday,it's dead,but it's a start. Ain't it?"
I nod,and keep running until Minho stops in his tracks...

"There," he says. Pointing. I see a bulbous dark creature,lying dead,lifeless on the floor. But something deep inside my bones,telling me not to go near it. It's that overwhelming,crushing fear which seems to be pulling me away but Minho just walks closer.
"Minho!" I hiss "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," he says "Listen Shuckface,this could be the way out," He steps closer,examining the Greiver until it suddenly leaps int action,injecting Minho would cries out on pain and drops to the floor,howling repeatedly.
I grab the spear and toss it into the Greiver,as I pull it out again,missing the injects and stings it tires to give me until there's not option but to run,I grab Minho and haul him away,but he won't shut up due to his horrendous pain. I close my eyes as I bang him against the wall,knocking him out of his consciousness for a little while. All I need to do now is get out,remember the route we took.

Minho is heavy,lugging me down at every stop I take,but I can't just leave him here. He let me be a runner,he like Chuck knew I could made it,I mean,they believed in me when no one else in that Glade did. When you respect someone you don't leave them behind. That's when I hear a bang and a creak,the doors! I sprint he best I can but I keep dropping Minho as somehow throng in fault of his own,he just keeps helplessly slithering away from my grasp.  As I come into contact with the other Gladers,I see them all screaming at me,that I can do it and to leave Minho,I see the worry in Chuck,I remember saying I didn't need friends,I do. I really,really do,and one of them I need to save.
"Leave him!" Newt cries.
I just keep lugging him along as my eyes seem to fall out of vision and overall focus,I lay Minho down looking down on his face for one last time..

I bend down to gently kiss his forehead as he lies there and I keep running,just as as the doors close. Behind a friend...  The belongs to the maze now.