{highest ranking, #2 in TMR}
Just a bunch of imagines and maze runner gifs. I suck at descriptions, just read it slinthead....please?
(Btw I take requests just let me know, okay? Thanks babes.)
(Oh, also, I'm currently working on making it gender-ne...
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(Warning, it'll be sad.)
"Attention, all of you little monsters." Janson sneered, standing in front of us with a clipboard. Minho and Newt stood next to me, Newt holding my hand as the older man stepped in front of the group.
"Hey! You miserable little rodents should pay attention. This is important for all of you." He snapped his fingers in some girls face.
"Alright then. Let's get on with it shall we?" He smirked, flipping over a page on the clipboard.
"In my hand I have a list of the immunes. As some of you may have know, and some of you haven't, not all of you are immune to the flare." He paused a moment, to let that sink in.
"So, here we go. The subjects that are immune are as follows...Katie, Jaxon, Charles, Minho," he kept reading, but Newt and I turned to look at Minho who let out a relieved gasp. Then we turned back to the front of the room.
"Thomas, Kendall, Devin, Aaron, Teresa, Jack, Matt, Cassie." He paused again, and the room seemed to freeze.
"And that's all." He said finally, letting the paper fall back onto the clipboard. A little strangled noise escaped my throat as Newts hand tightened around mine.
"Newt..." your eyes filled with tears as he turned to you, his strong arms instantly pulling you into his chest. One arm wrapped around your back as his other hand rested on the back of your head.
"Oh my god." You sobbed into his shirt, as he rubbed circles on your back. You felt his own tears drop onto your shoulder, soaking through the white material.
"Neither of us..." He said, his voice cracking. His hold on you tightened and he buried his face in your neck. Neither of you moved, just cling to each other as you took shaky breaths. His hair tickled your neck, but you didn't worry about moving it. You were too worried about clinging to Newt, for fear that your legs would give out if you let go.
"I'm so sorry you guys." Minho said next to you. You pulled away from Newt for a second as Minho and Thomas looked at you sympathetically. For just a split second, there was anger in your blood, jealous that they were immune. You knew they couldn't help it, and it made another tear roll down your face as they watched solemnly. Minho stretched his arms out, and brought all four of you together into one big hug. You mostly held onto Newt though, your boyfriend since the maze. He was familiar, even in the world that was changing around you. The same smell, same face, same arms. Minho has been your best friend for as long as you could remember, and you were happy for him, but terrified for yourself and for Newt. Three strong pairs of arms wrapped around you as you cried, and you felt like there were three pairs of eyes crying around you too. (Comment below if you want a part two. I legitimately love getting feedback from you guys and want to know if you like this one)
