she stumbles in her stepping back, and she blinks dumbly at him. "i was just with him." she purls, nearly whimpering when the brunet settles his hands against his hips with a huff. "well go find him again, yeah? this'll be done soon."

he knows her expression, and he knows her next words before she speaks them, and with that, he can't hide the smile that tugs at his lips. "but i don't wanna."

newt sidles up behind her, leaning the brunt of his weight against the stake he has gripped in his right hand. "what's the problem?"

thomas licks over his teeth as she crosses her arms over his chest. "she won't let me leave. kid, there's no need for tears, yeah? i'll be in and out."

she's crying out with frustration now. "i'm not gonna cry!" the tears that weigh on her lashline betray her, and newt is unable to contain the laughter that bubbles to the surface.

A woman, that must have been in her early thirty’s stepped inside, her heels ticking the ground ; behind her, someone who wore a hoodie followed, his face impossible to catch as the cloth was covering his appearances.

"Welcome!" she greeted, "welcome back" she corrected.

"I’m happy to inform you phase one has been completed, we’re very proud of your hard work" her words empty as blood was all over our clothes.

"What are you even talking about" barked Minho.

"What do you want from us" asked again Thomas, his voice much softer.

"What we wanted, we already got, only one thing is left I suppose, only one" her voice incredibly cheerful.

The woman stepped to the side as she left his companion show himself.

The hoodie fall enough of his face to show burned skin, heavy eyes, and my breath hitched as I instantly reached forward: "Gally?"

But the boy looked nothing like himself, his eyes as crazy as the last time I saw them, his hands shaky as he got out a gun, pointing it right at me.

"Gally" i said again, the boy’s eyes lingering on me for a second, as Newt stepped forward, his hand holding back my arm, as his other one shoot forward, eyes glued to the Builder.

"Let’s calm down, alrigh’?"

Gally shook his head, the gun suddenly aiming for the opposite side of the room, Thomas in aim.

"They…are…controlling…" he took a breath, his face contorted in pain as tears fell down his eyes "me" he breathed before the sound of a shot broke the silence.

Everyone flinched, breath sucked, as we looked between us, what had happened?

I touched my stomach, nothing, I was not hurt.

My hands scooted towards Newt’s chest as it was moving up and down quickly, but again, nothing.

Before anyone could move, Chuck’s body fell down, first on his knees, then on his back, blood dripping from his chest.

"Chuck!" I screamed, reaching for the body, but a strong grip held me back.

The boy was trying to catch his breath, failing.

Soft breaths were all he managed to take, before his eyes went empty and his body still.

"Chuck" i said again, this time more like a whisper.

Thomas throw himself at Gally, punching, smashing, punching again.

His fists against the boy echoing in the silent room.

Teresa knelt to the body, her arms traveling for the wound.

"Help us!" she screamed, "he’s dying!", but the people on the other side didn’t look interested in the slightest, taking notes as that was the only reasonable thing to do.

As Gally’s body went still too, Thomas stopped punching, taking himself off the ground, his eyes empty and filled with tears.

I had time to look up, eyes locking with the short haired woman who stood there, her face contorted in a grin, when she muttered: "it’s you".

Another shot broke the air; blood dripped down the woman’s forehead as she fell down, the grin still shown on her face.

"What is happening?!" Minho questioned.

A man stood forward, "I’m taking you out of here, let’s go".

The room erupted in firing sounds, shots, screams, begging.

Everything falling into caos as the man stepped forward again: "I said we need to go!"

When my hand found Newt’s, I took a step forward, begging for everything to stop, hopeful it was now finally over.

We ran through a couple corridors, the man’s voice shouting to keep up in then fast run.

When we left the building behind, I got a glimpse of the structure, as my skin started to burn.

The man pushed us inside a shaky bus, as the driver pushed with all his strength the engine.

We started sprinting towards the unknown, when exhausted, I rested my head on Newt’s shoulder.

"It’s gonna be alright" I whispered.

A couple of seats ahead, Thomas was catching his breath as we locked eyes.

Were we free?

(the final chapter of this crazy journey, hope you loved reading this as much as I loved writing it.

thank you for sticking with me all this time, in hope to get to dream together again, I have one final question for you: enjoyed the ride?

Love, xoxo. Mia.)

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"That’s the attitude" Minho, "let’s go" he murmured, jogging forward but coming to an alt: "and please, make it out alive".

He turned again, shouting for Gladers it was time.

The first steps into the Maze felt somehow free; as we jogged first to the right, than left than right again, I realized I was holding Newt’s hand.

I didn’t really recall the moment we found each other’s, nor the gesture itself, but by the hold of it, neither of us had intention of letting go anytime soon.

Minho was taking the lead, Thomas behind, Chuck by his left, Teresa to his right.

Alby was the last one, traveling the Maze as if he was on a strange trip.

Some Gladers tripped, quickly catching their steps back.

One almost knocked me off as I helped him balance with my free hand.

We went on for 1 hour at least, taking turns, lefts then rights, until a scream made us come to a stop.

"Dammit!" We heard.

I pushed my way close the Runners, Newt by my side.

"what’s going on?"

"There’s a Griever just by the entrance" Minho muttered.

Every Glader now was looking towards the Creature.

It was the most monstrous thing I could ever have imagined, with the light shining upon his body, the metal of its arms shining under the fake sun, there stood in its all glory a Griever.

But it was not only one.

The monster screamed, piercing the air.

Everything went silent again; Gladers tightening in a tight circle, my body glued to Newt’s and pressed to Minho’s.

Then, just like the Creature called his companions, we were suddenly trapped.

A dozen of Grievers each passage of the maze.

They were everywhere: ahead, behind, by our right and to our left.

We were surrounded, every way full of death waiting for us.

"What do we do?" A Glader by the back.

"Somebody got a plan?" Minho asked.

Silence answered him.

Than a whisper, by the very centre of the thigh circle of Gladers "they will take only one of us, right?" Alby muttered.

"I don’t think so" Minho stated, his forehead already sweaty.

"But we have to try" a chuckle "I have to".

"What are you-"

But Alby had already left, knocking me forward as he sprinted for the Grievers.

The beasts remained shocked a few seconds as if they didn’t expect it, as if they themselves didn’t know what to do.

"Alby!" Newt screamed, leaning forward, my hand tightly pressed against his chests.

As if the Grievers had suddenly woke up, the closest swung his arms forward, taking Alby’s body between its grasps, the boy contorting in pain.

I could feel Newt’s heartbeat quicken as he watched his best friend die in vain.

The sight was awful, terrible and just pointless.

As soon as the Grievers saw Alby’s body go still, they turned to us, their mouths open in hatred as the first one took a step, the others following behind.

"We gotta move" I announced, taking Newt’s hand again in mine.

"But alby-"

"We have no time for grief man" Minho cut short.

"Y’all hear me?" He yelled, "number one priority is that Teresa Thomas and Y/N make it through the Grievers, protect them with your life".

The Grievers were closer and closer, now they started sprinting towards us in every direction.

"Let’s go!" Minho finally yelled, as we sprinted forward.

The first Griever arrived to the closest Gladers as they aimed blades and long sticks to keep him far away.

Newt’s hand slipping from mine as he let go, pushing me towards Thomas.

I looked at the boy, his eyes apologetic, sorry, empty.

But we had no time, Thomas caught me in a second, Teresa by his side as he sprinted forward.

The Gladers creating a tunnel around us.

We ran, as fast as humanly possible, the battle sounds filling my ears, me going completely numb to sounds.

I doubled on the ground, as someone knocked me off.

With the corner of my eye I watched, dumbfounded, as a Glader I didn’t know throw himself in front of me, one of the Grievers attacked him as his body jerked in pain and he remained, still, his body as cold as ice as blood tripped from his mouth.

A hand jerked me up again and I kept sprinting, a thought only: what if…

But I had no time, I had no time, not even for doubt.

We reached the cliff when a bade met my shoulder, blood wetting my shirt.

"Get through!" Thomas yelled.

I watched, stunned, as Teresa jumped in a fog of nothingness, of grayness.

"Y/N! Let’s go!" He yelled, his body disappearing too inside the fog.

But, Newt.

I looked back quickly as the scene displayed in front of me.

There was blood, everywhere, dead Gladers on the floor as the remained one kept fighting.

That was, when my eyes spotted Chuck, a few feet ahead, his hands trembling as he tried to aim a blade towards one of the Grievers.

The monster, as if to mock him, kept slowly getting closer, as the boy screamed.

I had no doubt, no second- thought, Thomas could have survived a few minutes without me.

I knelt down, taking something off the ground and I swung forward, aiming for the Griever’s leg with all the strength I had.

The beast saw me too late as I swiped on the ground, kicking his leg.

The monster stumbling a little as I grabbed Chuck by the collar, roughly pushing him towards the Cliff.

Now steady, the griever looked pissed as he jogged behind us.

I pushed Chuck forward in the nothingness of grey as I fell to the ground, the thing just above my body as he aimed for my face.

"Are you out of your freaking mind?" Someone yelled.

Minho was taking the beast off, his body pumped with strength, his veins showing as he kept the monster away.

My hands reached for my side, in search for something, but my arm was bleeding too much and the strength quickly drained out of my body as I pushed the thing’s face again and again.

The Griever screaming as it came towards me again, this time, aiming for my stomach.

Minho was struggling to keep the monster away as I managed to stand up.

I was about to throw myself at the thing again, but someone pushed a Blade through the monsters head.

The Griever’s body jerking a little as he fell, still, like a spider under a shoe, hard, on the ground.

I just had time to scan the boy’s face, as Newt’s hand jerked forward, pushing me backwards, my body swallowed by the fog as I last caught glimpse of the boy’s apologetic eyes as he ran away.

The screaming of the fight quickly disappeared as I fell on my back on the hard floor.

My head bounced with the strength of the crash as I needed time to come back to my senses.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I found Chuck's face looking down at me.

Yelling making its way into my ears.

"What was the last word Tom?"

"I told you, PULL!"

The boy was fighting something to my left, but my head hurt too much to take a glimpse.

"It’s not right, the screen doesn’t take it!"

I turned around, stomach on the ground as my eyes fixed on Teresa a few feet ahead of me.

My head pounding, as my eyes fell to her feet.

Beside her right ankle, a handle stood, written in bold below it, the word 'PULL'.

"Y/N!" Whose voice was that?

My legs below my stomach as I threw myself forward, slowly getting hold of the handle.

With all the strength I had left, I pushed it down, sucking a breath.

Suddenly, as if a magic chant had been casted, whatever fight Thomas had been involved in, stopped.

Teresa knelt on the ground as she saw my arm.

"What happened?"

Her hands holding the wound.

Thomas quickly got up, reaching Chuck making sure he was fine, the boy as pale as the moon.

My eyes, fixed on the entrance.

Minho stepped inside, I found myself relieved.

His forehead drenched in sweat as arms fell exhausted to the side.

His clothes ripped here and there, the blade in his right hand still firmly hold.

When I spotted blond hair entering the room, strength came back in a rush as I got up, running towards the boy.

He was safe, Newt was safe, Newt was alive.

My eyes watery as I embraced the blond, his hands holding me firmly.

He was mumbling empty words in my hair as I stepped back.

His clothes were ripped too, as a cut was just under his left eye.

"I’m sorry for pushing you"

He looked quickly at my arm, as I hold the wound firmly.

My head still pounding as I bitterly smiled at the blond.

Behind him, Gladers kept coming inside, when suddenly, they stopped.

"Where are the others?" Thomas asked, his voice shaky.

"This is what’s left of us" Newt breathed, his own eyes watery, as he hold my head in his hands.

What was left of us.

Fifty down to what? A dozen?

My heart ached as I scanned the room; Minho, Thomas, Chuck, Fry, Newt.

They were there.

"Jeff?" I mumbled, Newt looked away and that was enough of a response.

My own heart breaking.

"Let’s leave this place" Minho spoke after some silence "and never come back again" he felt the need to state.

The panel with codes, seemed to have opened a door to the right.

Hitch blackness was there, nothing else, as we made our way inside.

That was it, we were leaving the Maze behind, but my heart was far from being light.

Mia

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He took a step forward, his eyes staring right at me.

We drowned in a few seconds of absolute silence.

"What?" I asked, amused. 

He shook his head, chuckling.

"Nothing" he murmured, a small smile playing on his lips.

"You alright blondie?" I asked him as the boy started laughing.

"Were you just falling for me or what?" By this point I was laughing too.

"I guess I was"

"Don’t stop then" 

The air suddenly thick.

"Promise me?" I suddenly asked, my pinky finger out for him to shake.

"Promise you what?" Even tho I haven’t even said anything yet, his finger was already interviewed with mine.

"Say you’ll never let me go" 

The boy smiled, I felt him holding his finger strongly, lightly shaking.

"I won’t" 

Silence fell, even the shouts of silly boys in the back didn’t break that instant.

Or hadn’t really, until I felt two strong arms rest on my shoulders.

"What’s going on over here?" Minho asked.

"Just made with this shuckface over here a promise"

Newt laughed, finally breaking the grip on my finger.

"Well it’s all very lovely but I need you two to come help me with Gally, that klunk is particularly unbearable today. Just got the new Greenie to the ground".

Dawn came, unannounced, as I slowly opened my eyes.

It was time to breath, it was time to act.

I eventually found the strength to stand up, my body almost shaking but grief had to wait for a couple hours more. 

I made my way down the stairs, the morning breeze freezing my face, close to the Map Room I could spot a circle of Gladers, towering over something, making my way closer I spotted Newt on the ground, slowly cleaning Alby’s bloody head.

"What happened?" I asked Winston.

"Looks like Alby tried to light up the Glade yesterday, keeps saying is because he wanted to scare the Grievers away, got a massive bruise on his head too, say he had to fight one".

Alby, the same boy who told me to protect the maps was the one who tried to burn them?

He went completely crazy after all.

"Here you are" Thomas found me in the crowd, "think I figured out something, where’s Newt?" I glanced at the boy, caring about his friend, as I slowly got closer.

"Hey" I called out, he looked at me, blood on his hands.

"Gotta go".

"What? Where?"

I tilted my head towards Thomas, the blond standing up and muttering something to the med jacks.

"What is it?" Asked Newt once he reached us, his clothes dirty and his forehead stained in sweat; it had been a long night.

"I think we figured out something, me and Teresa, I think I know how to read the Maps" 

We shared a look, then Minho asked: "what are we waiting for then? A Griever to come help us?" His eyes unlikely panicked.

"You have to let Teresa out first" Thomas asked.

Newt shot me a look, me nodding at the boy.

"This damn girl".

Fifteen minutes later we were sit around the small maintenance room of the Homestead, papers in hands as Thomas explained his idea.

"I think, if we get every pattern of every day together, something might stand out, a letter maybe or a number, words, anything."

After a first attempt we got a letter.

Tried again and got a different one.

"Can’t be a coincidence" teresa stated and I nodded, eyes locking with Minho’s and Newt’s.

If it comes down to choosing to trust the guy or not, trust him.

They didn’t need to be reminded though as they nodded energetically, hands shooting for more papers.

"We gotta run the Maze" spoke Minho.

"You crazy?" Asked Thomas.

"No he’s right" Newt barged in, "what if today’s pattern changes? What if it leads to a different word?"

Thomas doubts cleared in a second and he stood up, Minho following.

"We’ll come back as soon as possible" they muttered, leaving the room.

"Let’s keep going" breathed Newt, as we kept taking papers, moving them, writing down letters, cutting edges.

After a full hour, I felt newt’s breath on my neck.

"You alright?" 

I nodded, not leaving the papers’ sight.

"I know Gally-" 

"No" 

He sighed, "I’m worried about you, you haven’t spoken a word all day" 

"I’m fine" I cut short.

I needed to figure out the pattern, not relieve my emotions.

Newt breathed again, standing up.

"We can’t do this all on our own, I’ll find someone we can trust" with that he left the room, glancing my way.

There was silence for a minute, then for the first time in a few hours I felt Teresa’s voice speak up.

"He really cares about you", I looked her in the eyes, but didn’t feel like answering.

The girl didn’t stop though, "I think you’re special, just like me and Thomas, aren’t you?"

"I don’t know what you’re talking about" I breathed, hand reaching for a paper.

But you can hear can’t you?

My temples burning. 

"Stop it" I breathed, hands holding my head.

"I knew you could do it too" 

"Do what?" I asked, more exhausted than interested.

"Talk…telepathically" 

I snorted.

"Thomas told me he did it with someone other than me" she breathed, her tone more curious than hostile.

"Why?" I found the strength to mutter, too devastated to even process the new information.

"I guess we’re different" she shrugged, hands clasping maps, as her hair fell in front of her face.

"Why didn’t you tell them? That you can talk to Thomas that way?" I asked.

"We can talk to Thomas that way" she corrected, than looked around "it’s not time yet" 

"What?" I tried to ask but was cut short as Newt entered the room, four boys behind him, Fry closing the row as he sit close to me, eyes taking in the view.

"Looks like we’re a long way from that dinner aren’t we?" 

I lightly smiled, sorrow already playing with my heart.

Hours went by, it was by noon as Newt finally decided we had to prepare for the night, his now leaders’ duty couldn’t wait.

I offered to help him out to take a break, hands as stiff as olds maps.

We exited the small room, shoulders touching as he faced me.

"Can you let it out?" He asked.

"Not yet" I shook my head.

Newts hands found my cheeks, making their way down towards my waist as he softly pulled me closer, hugging tightly.

"I’m not gonna let them take you" he whispered.

"Second-in-command number one priority" he stated, throwing a joke I didn’t catch.

"I’m not afraid for me" I mumbled against the skin of his shoulder, lips pressed onto his collar bone.

The boy breathed heavily, he didn’t need to ask.

His eyes locked on mines as he shifted.

His lips started moving but he quickly beat back what he was going to say, his eyes falling shut as he sighed.

The grip got loose as he pressed his forehead onto mine, "you don’t know how much I’ll give up to go back to that night one more time" he whispered, his eyes closed, his teeth pressed on his lower lip.

I smiled, taking in his scent, his presence.

"I never told you" I confessed "but I always suspected I knew you before all this mess, no way we got this close in so little".

"I’m glad you found your way back, then" he breathed.

I smiled, fondly.

"Let’s go" I broke the hold, slowly pulling his arm, Newt, sleepish smiling, followed me.

The next hours are a blur in my head; we arranged the big building just like we did the night it had rained, Newt ordering around to take food and any valuable object inside the building.

It felt like preparing to go to war.

I hardly left Newt’s side as I helped him accomplish tasks.

A couple hours before dawn we spotted Thomas and Minho’s figures slowly making their way towards the Glade, running at a defeated stance.

"Nothing new" muttered Minho, hands on his knees as he caught his breath back.

"How is it going with the code?" Thomas asked.

You know it. You asked her didn’t you? 

The boy looked ashamed at the ground.

"Pretty well, checked before, the shanks I choose are working their hands out." Newt.

"Good that" muttered the brunette.

"If what Gally said is true.." Eyes shooting my way.

"They’re gonna take someone else tonight" I mumbled, silence answered my statement.

They’re gonna take someone tonight, one of the faces I was looking at, would have disappeared, through a whole on the wall, or by the door, or anywhere the Grievers liked to go.

As the first ray of silver aimed for the Glade, a loud scream in the distance broke the chatting. 

Gladers hurrying inside the building, as Newt shut the door. 

Night begun and none of us was ready.

Mia 

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Everybody quickly got to their feet, storming to the entrance.

"What’s going on?" Asked Thomas making his way in the front.

Getting a glimpse outside the hut, all we saw were boys running around, torches in their hands as they yelled and fell and yelled again.

"What’s going on?" Minho screamed again.

"The doors!" Someone in the distance spoke.

Another yelled: "Grievers! Hide!".

I tried to get my sight as good as I could, gazing the distance, but saw nothing.

Than the sounds came.

A cloch clouch of metal arms pushing towards the ground, a yelling high pitched, a zruum of arms swinging.

"They’re here" Minho muttered.

"Hide!" Yelled Thomas.

"We have to get to the Homestead, it’s the safest place" Newt ordered.

Just as he finished speaking another loud noice came right out the hut.

"Now!" He screamed taking my hand.

We stormed out the hut, running as fast as we could, in the dark night.

It was almost like playing hide and seek, you could not see them but you knew they were there, they were ready to find you.

Clouch cloche zruum zruum.

Heart beating impossibly quickly as we reached the Homestead.

"Is everybody in here?" Newt asked Winston who nodded his head.

"Stay as far away from the walls as possible" he spoke, before going upstairs.

We found Jeff on our way: "what about Alby?" I asked.

"He’s here" panted Jeff, obviously reduce of a fast sprint, "made it for a second" he confessed.

"Teresa!" Screamed Thomas, "where is she?"

"In the pit" answered Newt.

"I gotta get her!" I took his arm before he could leave the room.

"You step out, you’re dead" I spoke calmly, my adrenaline under control.

Minho barged in "if anything, she’s safer than us".

Thomas looked doubtful, nodding slowly, when he shut his eyes, hands gripping his head.

You alright? You hear me? You’re fine? 

I fell to the ground, terrified.

Again… a headache spreading through my heads, temples as hot as fire.

"Y/N!" I heard, but they were all faint noises, too distant for me to reach, to flexible to grasp. 

Someone entered my head, they spoke clearly.

Thomas knelt, looking at my face. 

"You heard it?" He asked, his hands caressing my cheeks.

I slowly nodded, trying to stand up.

"Never do that ever again" I mumbled, Newt’s hands holding me firmly, moving Thomas out of the way.

"Hey! Hey!" He breathed.

"I’m fine" I muttered, a smile on my lips, as I closed my eyes in an attempt to make the headache leave.

"I’m fine" I held his hands who were firmly holding my shoulders.

He sighed, moving the hair out my face; when he was done, he boldly turned around.

"Nobody leaves this hut. Take out things and arrange a sleeping place, we gotta stay here as long as they leave" his words firm, hard, not open for discussion, as the boys nodded, leaving the spot to go around and calm the Gladers down.

When we were left alone, Newt breathed heavily: "you gotta stop doing that Love".

His hands reaching for mines as he looked around, "come on, let’s find somewhere to stay".

The night looked horrible, maybe as much as the one Thomas ran into the maze.

Just like that night, I knew I would have never forgot the way the Gladers were breathing, nor the way Chuck looked outside the window every time we heard a cloch of heavy steps, the feeling of the light sheet in my hands as I tucked my body, lying on my side, the smell of fear, of pure fear.

Newt’s voice echoing in the silence, as he travelled the room, calling out loud everyone’s names, when we heard a sound.

Gasps were heard all over the building, as we heard a scream in the distance. 

Someone pushed the door open downstairs, someone shut it close again, more shouting, the loud noise of a Griever.

Nobody moved, not until in the night, something lightened on fire in the Glade, its light coloring the Glade with an orangish shade; now the Grievers bodies visible.

I hurried to the little window as I witnessed, horrified the Map Room lighting up the Glade like a candle in a dark room.

To my side, Minho and Newt got a glimpse, looking as stunned as I was as they rushed downstairs.

Panic erupted in the building and in the yelling of Gladers the door had been opened again and closed, again and again, his loud thund as loud as the grievers noises in my ears.

The room was drown in fear, as I could distinguish Newt’s screams to calm down over the crowd.

I didn’t move an inch though, my body frozen as I witnessed Chaos.

The map Room was on fire, who started it?

"Who opened the door, who left?"

I came to my senses again when we heard the loudest sound that night.

A Griever climbed up the Building, its metallic feet pushing onto the wood tetto.

The room fell silent again, you could have heard a fly passing by; than a loud thoud again, the door.

Steps were heard climbing up the stair, but nobody moved, than a scream behind my shoulders.

"They came to take us!" Gally came into sight "take us!" He screamed.

He jumped forward, aiming for the window. 

"One by one!" He took a chair close by, shattering against the wall, the window falling to pieces.

"Gally!" Thomas screamed to my left.

"Stop!" He screamed again, but it was only the start, Gally kept on pushing the wall, as hard as he could, wood scattering to the floor.

Thomas stepped forward holding the Builders’ arm but Gally punched him sanding him to the ground, his nose bleeding.

"Gally!" I screamed, someone rushed up the stairs.

Newt appeared, than Frypan.

Winston was there too, as Jeff tried to catch glimpse.

The wall was almost completely ripped apart now and we heard the Grievers screaming again.

"Please stop!" I begged, the boy's eyes wide, fanatic, crazy.

"One by one" he said again "every night, till we’re all dead" he looked back, forward again, back into the silenced room, than he jumped for the hole, just as a metallic arm came down, clinching around his body like a little boy gripping candy.

I sprinted forward, holding his hand, as I tried to free him. 

I felt somebodies arms around my waist, holding me back, but I could’t leave the grip, I couldn’t let go of Gally’s hand.

"Please" I muttered under my breath, the map Room’s light lighting my face enough to make the tears falling down my eyes more visible. 

I’ll never forget the boy’s face, as I spotted tears in the corner of his eyes, his face still distorted, still unnatural, fanatic.

"One by one" he whispered, his eyes falling shut as he let go.

The Griever taking him away, the others following, leaving the Glade.

My body collapsing onto my knees, Gally was gone, the most annoying, rude shank face alive, was gone.

That didn’t explain the pain, nor the tears, nor the emptiness I felt as his hand left mine.

Hours prior I knocked him out in the woods, I dragged him to the med-jacks, I heard his voice muttering and now he was dead, he was gone, he had been taken. 

As tears streamed down my eyes, I heard a gasp, than a yelling.

"Minho!", "Come back!", Thomas sprinted out the Room, his feet heavily echoing in the building.

As I looked outside again, I could spot Thomas’ figure approaching the Maze doors, above him, the clear lights of morning. 

Mia

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