Chapter 21

"Y/n!" You wake to someone shaking you. 

"What?!" You sit up and see Minho. 

"Where's b/n?" Minho asks. 

Oh.

"He's um... He's gone..." You say blankly. 

"What?" Minho asks. "Y/n, what do you mean?" 

"Last night." You shiver, not because it's cold, but because your body doesn't know what else to do. "The grievers came and took him."

"What?!" Minho shouts. "Did you stop them?!" 

"What does it look like?!" You shout back. 

"So you just let them take him?!" He stands up and throws his arms out in frustration.

You stand up too, "What?! You think I would just let them take him?! I tried Minho. I chased them to the cliff but they took him with them when they jumped off."

"Wait.. They jumped off the cliff?" he asks.

"Is that really what's important here, Minho. Does it matter to you that my son is dead!? The son that I birthed is now gone!!! And you're concerned about some stupid cliff!!!?" You shout. This has all been far too much for you. The anxiety continues to build inside of you the more you think about how your son is gone. How you will never see him again. You begin to break down in tears.

Newt walks over to you and Minho, "What the bloody hell is going on here?" 

"Why don't you explain to Minho what happened while he was out," you say softly.

"Oh." Is all Newt says. Which is really all there is to say. "I-I'm sorry Minho. But the grievers took him when they left. I'm not sure why they wanted him so bad. But I'm so sorry." 

Minho doesn't look up at Newt, or even at you. He keeps his eyes glued to the floor and after a second of just standing there, he walks away. You're eyes follow him as he leaves, you've never seen him quite like this before. You guess he cared more about b/n than you had expected. You look at Newt and he sees the tears freely flowing down your cheekbones. He wraps his muscular arms around your waist and you wrap yours around his. 

"Everything is so fucked up." You whisper, not knowing if it was really meant for him to hear or just for your own sake. 

"I know." he whispers back. 

You pull out of the hug, "We need to get out of here. I need to get out of here. I need to avenge b/n's death. I'm going to find out who put us in here and I am going to whoop their shucking ass." 

Newt smiles, "I suppose I'll come along for the trip." 

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An hour after Minho wanders off, Thomas walks up to you and sits down next to you against a tree at the edge of the deadheads. 

"Is it true that the grievers jumped off the cliff?" is all he says. 

"Yeah." You say. Why does everyone care so much about that?

"I think I might know how to get out of here." he says, staring straight ahead. "This isn't the first time I've seen a griever jump off the cliff. And the time I saw one do it, it almost looked like it crawled into a hole. What if that's where we're supposed to go?"

"But Minho has been mapping the maze for so long..." You say.

"Yeah and he still hasn't found a way out." You and Thomas look at each other. He's right, it makes sense.

"Well we should try then." You say. "Tomorrow. All of us."

"Woah, Y/n I think you're getting a little ahead of yourself here." Thomas says, seemingly concerned.

"Somebody just killed my shucking kid. I need to get out of here, and get some shucking answers, or I am going to go insane." You say. 

"You're right." Thomas says, "We need to leave."

And with that you and Thomas head off to find Minho and Alby, and tell them your plans. You go to the deadheads, where you're sure Minho will be. And Thomas goes to find Alby. 

"Minho?" You shout when you reach the edge of the massive forest. There's no response so you keep walking. You eventually find him sitting beneath a tall oak tree. "Minho, Thomas and I have a plan. We're going to get out of here."

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"This is going to work." Thomas says.

"Come on you don't know that!" Newt shouts.

"Yeah but what we do know is that there's no opening in the maze. There's no escape. This may be our only way out." You say.

"And you're willing to risk your live to test this klunky theory of yours?" Alby asks.

"They took my sons life, they might as well take mine too," Minho says.

Newt sighs, "Well what do you want me to do?"

"Wait so you're in?" You ask.

"I guess." Newt says.

You, Minho, and Newt turn to Alby.

"Fine." he says.

Authors Note

Hey guys! It's literally been 3 months since I've posted anything and it feels way longer than that... I am SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SHUCKING SORRY. And I'm also really sorry that this is really short.... It's under 800 words... Kinda pathetic tbh.. But I figure it's better than nothing, and I am going to try to update more often. I started a Dylan O'Brien fanfic so go check that out it's really good!

Please comment your thoughts on this chapter and vote if you like this story!

xo ~Marizie