The Maze Runner Imagines

The Left Behind | Thomas

The Maze

You ran and ran for what felt like days. The Maze was almost too much for you to handle, but with Thomas at your side you kept pushing.

"Are you okay?" He asked slowing down.
"Yes! What are you doing? Don't slow down" you said slowly. There were only about a couple minutes left before the gates closed.

"You seem out of breath, (y/n)." He looked at you for a split second before looking forward once more. He kept a steady pace and his breath never seemed to need more.

"I'm...I'm okay." You didn't look at him. You felt like this was taking years, but finally you were able to hear the graders. You were almost there.

You didn't see a rock while running because you were too busy looking up and you tripped over it. At first you thought you were okay, but your ankle started hurting really bad. Thomas hadn't noticed until he started talking to you, but you weren't there. He looked back and cursed under his mouth.

"(Y/n)!" He tried getting you up, and he did, but it was hard for you not to scream in pain. Suddenly, there were loud screeches and the doors began to close. Thomas looked over and confusion covered his face.

"Thomas.." you whispered unsure.

"I am so sorry.." he muttered.

"Thomas? What are you doing?" He got up and began to run towards the gates.

"Thomas!" You screamed but he did not look back.

"I'm so sorry" Thomas whispered with tears running down his eyes, but you couldn't hear and he still did not turn back.

The Scorch

Thomas's P.O.V
Thomas.
Breathe.
Afraid.
Brave.

We were running. We were running and our bodies wanted something cool, but it was impossible to find anything in this shuck place.

The boys all seemed dead. We were all extremely tired. We decided to sit under an old bridge. We were dehydrated. Very dehydrated. We needed water.

Suddenly, a person who was hooded came near us. We were ready. We had weapons and we were ready. If anything like the Rat came across us again we would be ready.

The person had a bag and they reached for something. We all stood up quickly. The person slowly took out a bottle. It was filled water.

She tossed it to us. Minho grabbed it first.

"Minho!" I yelled but he already had a sip. Nothing happened. He laughed and passed it around. Then, the person took out more and tossed them.

"W-Who are you!? Thank you!" Minho screamed in joy.

The person took off the hood.

"Hello boys." Her (your eye color) eyes directed themselves to me. It was (y/n).