The Maze Runner Imagines

Minho [24]

 Minho was wholly focused right now on trying to survive and keep his head on his shoulders. So, of course, a body slamming into his own caught him wildly off guard. So did the fact that when he turned his head to lock eyes with his personal space invading friend, he didn't recognize them a single bit.

He had no option other than to verbally interrogate this person. If he stood up or ran away from hiding behind this vehicle, bullets would be whizzing past his head in seconds. Plus, he felt okay staying here because if they'd wanted to kill him, they would have already.

They'd just made it out of the scorch, a barren land of nothingness, and were headed for what they believed to be the Right Arm. Just their luck, they were currently trapped by a road blockage and snipers all around them in the cliffs.

"Who the hell are you?" He snapped while ducking his head even lower in a panic as more bullets sliced through the air.

The girl at his side pulled down her face covering and eyed him suspiciously. "Who the hell are you guys?!" She fired back with a terrifying whisper.

"Good question," He pursed his lips. "Doesn't matter. What are you doing here? Were you following us?"

"Well, I have been for the past five minutes." She admitted. "I'm a supply runner for the people shooting at you. I just got back but they must think I'm with you guys and I would really rather not get shot today by trying to explain I'm not one of you." Scanning around, she was looking for any kind of escape route. Things didn't look too promising. She was stuck with this guy.

Minho then noticed the large bag she had with her. It definitely had supplies in it and she had definitely been out trekking in the sun for a few days. In addition, she certainly was looked after in some capacity. In comparison to the people he'd seen living in the Scorch, this girl was living in a place with food, water and good shelter. So, he believed her. "And who do you work for?"

For a moment, the girl scanned Minho's face. It was as if she had some kind of chip in her head that needed a second to decide if a person was trustworthy. Luckily for Minho, she gave in. "The Right Arm. Is that why you're here?"

"Yeah," Minho turned his body to face the girl. "And we're on the run from WICKED. It'd be best if we didn't die today."

"You're immunes too?" She asked, lighting up.

"As far as we know, yeah." He questioned if that was the best response seeing Winston had gotten infected and Brenda was on her way as well. "Are you?"

"Yeah," She nod. "The Right Arm got me away from WICKED a few years ago, before I was sent into the maze."

"Consider yourself lucky, the maze sucked. You would've made one hell of a runner, though." Minho admitted. Too soon? A little impulsive of a comment that could be taken the wrong way? Yeah. But that was how Minho seemed to live his life.

"Tell me about that later," She shut down his sideways train of thought. Though curious, she knew they had to figure out this situation. "Right now, let's get out of this mess alive."

"Any grand ideas, stranger?" Minho raised a brow and leaned against the dusty old car. His life was pretty much in her hands right now.

"Y/N, by the way. I'm Y/N." She said, eyes scanning around frantically and mind obviously going a million miles an hour.

He cracked a small smile she only seemed to notice in passing. Right now, he was really hoping they'd all get out of this in one piece and go to the Right Arm together. Y/N was someone, the first person in a long time, who peaked his interest. He genuinely wanted to get to know her. "I'm Minho."

The runner wasn't sure if she'd heard him or not because she shift her position like a flash of lightning for seemingly no reason. When Minho came to his senses, Y/N was inches from his face, staring right into his eyes. "Alright, here's the plan. You're fast, right?" She asked.

"Well, yeah—"

"Good." She continued. "We're going to—"

"Oh, hey, Y/N." A voice came from behind Minho. The girl looked up and let out a massive breath of relief. That also put Minho at ease. "You with these jerks?"

Y/N pondered for a second, almost as if questioning what the right thing to say was. Minho wondered whether she wanted to say she was with them or not. Was she on their side because they were immunes? Was she going to betray him and the others? He really hoped not. "Ye—well, no. I just met them because you guys were shooting at me!"

"Yeah, our bad. Sorry." A blonde girl let out a nervous laugh. "Panic mode kinda set in. Plus, you were back early. We weren't expecting you to be bunched up with these rogues."

"No biggie," Y/N got up and dust herself off. "Anyways, we gotta get these guys to camp. WICKED is after them. They're immunes, like us."

Y/N held a hand out to Minho to help him up. Normally, he'd smack away any hand offering him help. But, he took Y/N's happily. There was obviously some mutual trust here.

The other girl had eyes glued on Y/N, never leaving. She had the same questioning look Y/N had earlier, trying to make a big decision in who to place her confidence in. "How do we know we can trust them?" She asked.

Y/N shrugged. "Well, this guy Minho seems pretty okay."

Minho felt his ego shrivel. Just okay?

Before the other girl could make a solid decision based on Minho and the not so convincing case Y/N had given him, the blonde girl spoke up again. "Aris?"

"Ah, good." Y/N stifled a laugh. "A familiar face. C'mon, grab your friends, we're safe." She watched as Harriet and Sonya ran to Aris and engulfed him in a hug.

He had been distracted for a brief moment, but Minho snapped himself back into reality and jogged to catch up to Y/N. "You're staying with us right? We're going to the Right Arm?"

"No, you're on your own from here on out. Sorry" She sent a sad smile and rocked on her heels. "Good luck taking down WICKED."

Minho froze. Something inside of himself was genuinely trying to drag him toward her. "Wait—seriously? You're leaving?"

"No," Y/N laughed and walked back to him and smacked his arm. "I'm sticking with you guys. Plus, I still want to hear about the maze. And about being a...what was it you mentioned?"

"Being a runner?" He raised a brow. Instinctively, he reached his arms up to grab his running pack like he always did. But, there was nothing to hold onto. He ended up looking and feeling like a total idiot grabbing for air at his shoulders.

"Yeah!" She smiled. "Being a runner."