*a scorch trials imagine. Had to re-read this part of the book again, so I hope it's good!

Lightning slashed at the earth, each bolt bringing an onslaught on the Gladers. With blinded vision, you ran as fast as your legs could manage, pushing yourself not to lag too far behind. You saw fellow Gladers fall to the ground, the horror in their eyes reflected in the chaos all around you. You couldn't save them, but there was no time to hesitate, you needed to reach the closest building for cover.

There was an explosion, another bolt of lightning not too far away from you, close enough even to notice the silhouette collapse onto the ground. Bright red and yellow became a light and without a second thought you ran towards the beacon only to find yourself in the middle of a nightmare.

Your heart stopped and your blood ran dry as you watched Thomas put out the flame that was devouring Minho. In a matter of seconds, the flame went out, thanks to Thomas shovelling dirt onto him. Thomas hauled Minho up onto his back and at the same time, grabbed your wrist, pulling you forward. You stumbled, but quickly regain your balance as you ran with Thomas.

More flashes of lightning singed the earth's surface, taking out Gladers almost simultaneously. The building wasn't far ahead anymore, in fact, Aris could be seen at the door which became everyone's target. The three of you reached the door too, you helped Thomas in with Minho still on his back before stepping into the dark safety of the building.

You wrapped your arm around Minho's torso, helping him off of Thomas and placed him on the floor. A single flash of lightning came down before the grey clouds began to pour violently, washing away the horrors unleashed previously. You scanned the dark room, barely making out the figures of whoever survived the chaos.  Newt sat against the wall, Frypan lying close to him, Thomas found a corner and stared out the window, watching as the sky cried.

You sat down, resting your back against a wall and laid Minho's head on your lap. You winced as you noticed his exposed skin, the fire burnt him pretty badly but he was going to live and that's all that mattered to you right now. You reached for his hand, the darkness made it difficult to find but instead, Minho's hand found yours, giving it a weak squeeze to let you know he was okay.

You squeezed back, just to reassure him. No one in the room said anything. Outside, darkness slowly began to consume the world as the sun hung low, dripping into the horizon. You weren't sure whether the others had fallen from exhaustion or were wide awake with the feeling of trepidation. It didn't matter anyway, you were slowly falling asleep.

~*~ 

"(y/n), wake up." There was a soft voice that rang in your ear, breaking away the barrier of sleep between you and reality. There was no bright sun rays peeking in from opulent curtains, no melodic singing from early birds but a monotonous feeling washing over you. Five more minutes...

"(y/n) get up, Minho needs your help". Your eyes shot open and your body jerked upwards, no longer leaning against a wall. Your back was hurting from the uncomfortable position you'd fallen asleep in but you pushed aside your own woes. Your eyes widened as your sight landed on Minho on top of a stranger, violently punching the poor man. Newt was kneeling beside you, he was the one who woke you up.

"Minho! Stop it!" Thomas yelled beside you, before quickly glancing upwards as something caught his eye.

"Minho!" you choked out, your throat was so dry it hurt to yell. Thomas must've sensed something wrong when he lunged towards Minho, knocking him off and over. You had no idea what was going on, you fell asleep as soon as you arrived and you thought everyone else would've fallen asleep sooner or later too. How long were you out for?

Thomas's eyes widened in fear, you ran over towards Minho, passing the stranger who rose to his feet. You grabbed Minho's arm, careful not to get hit as he was obviously still upset. You looked at Newt who didn't open his mouth but instead spoke with his eyes, 'I'll explain later'. Thomas stepped in front of Minho, creating a shield against the man and spoke, "wait!" he sounded desperate. Who was that man Minho was so aggressively beating? One of WICKED?

You tugged at Minho, pulling him towards Newt and sat him down against the wall once again. Minho didn't complain and complied in silence, but his eyes burned with rage. You examined Minho's injuries from the fire, they were definitely better, but that was obvious seeing the way Minho was pummelling that guy.

There was a strange exchange between Thomas and the man, you payed little attention to what they were saying until some people fell from the ceiling. Shocked and confused, you turned to Newt and mouthed 'crank?' to which the blond nodded.

Thomas and the man, probably the leader of these cranks, began walking towards a dark hallway. You were about to follow when Minho's fingers circled your wrist, not letting you leave. Minho seemed to calm down, he held your gaze, muttering an apology. You told him he needn't apologize but Newt began telling you the whole story.

~*~

"I can't believe you! He could've killed you, you slinthead!" you jabbed Minho's shoulder with your finger, ignoring the whines escaping from his lips. "Always has to have the last word, right Minho? Maybe we should've just let you continue, maybe-"

"Will you just shut your shuck mouth already?!" Minho growled at you, slapping away your hand which was holding his. Shocked, your lips parted slightly. You'd never heard Minho raise his voice before, he's never yelled at you. "You and Thomas are the same! Can't keep your shuck noses out of my business. You were doing what exactly? At least I was trying to save us!" you were taken aback, you didn't mean to anger Minho, you were just worried. He really could've died. Those cranks were all holding weapons and they didn't look too happy about their leader being beaten up.

Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes, never have you felt so bad before. Your throat hitched, you couldn't find the strength to talk anymore so you wept. You buried your face in your hands and sobbed. After everything you'd been through, Minho was still being a slinthead. You felt like punching him in the face. You felt like throwing him off the cliff.

"(y/n)...s- stop crying" Minho's voice softened when he called your name. "h- hey, don't cry so loud" he sounded nervous and felt guilty for what he'd said to you. Newt elbowed Minho's side before getting up and leaving to the other side of the room. "ow...shucking Newt. (y/n), I'm sorry, seriously. Please, stop crying."

You lifted your head and sniffed, "you're a real shuckface, you know that Minho?" Minho managed a soft chuckle, wrapping his arms around your body to pull you closer towards him. You curled up beside him and rested your head on Minho's shoulder. "I know, (y/n). I'm sorry for what I said. I was just frustrated and I acted on my own accord. Don't cry anymore, okay?"

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A/N: I felt bad for not using Glader terminology enough, so I just spat a whole lot of 'shuck' into this.