warning!
contains sexual assault

[Diana].

The song "Walking After Midnight" was playing through the speakers. We had gotten free from those ropes and finally the blood could flow to the rest of my body.
The girl that we previously meet just saved us from a creep, who was allies with Janson. Or has Minho calls him, RatMan. Basically she killed him.

We were running through the warehouse following Brenda. She guides us to some stairs and we quickly reach the top floor.

Time was running low. Soon Wicked guards would find us and takes to that horrible place to drained us. All to try and find a cure that probably didn't even shucking exist.

Jorge, the guy that we had had the pleasure to meet earlier, rushed us to two closed doors. "Let's go, let's go, let's go. Right this way."
He opened the double doors and an abysm stood right bellow us.
"You gotta been kidding me" I'm with Fry.
"Oh shuck no" my eyes were wide in fear and disbelief. This guy couldn't be serious, could he? What's the point in trying to escape if I would probably die on the way.
"Plan B, hermano. You kids wanna get to the Right Arm? I'll lead you to them. But you're gonna owe me."
He grabs a rope and slides to the other side. "Follow me!"

"Minho..." I whispered, slowly distancing myself from the high altitude.
"Alright let's go" Brenda was rushing us to follow Jorge.
Minho was the one to reach first for the rope, but quickly pass it to Newt once he saw my fearful face and how far I already was from the edge.
"Hi Diana, you good? We gotta go okay?"
He placed his hands on my shoulders trying to gain my attention. But my thoughts where running with all the scenarios of my death. I can't do this. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.
Since he wasn't getting any response from me, he grabs my hand tightly and guides me to the open doors. I weakly resisted due to my fearfulness.
"Aris, come on!"
"They're on the top floor!"
"Top floor!"
"We're on the move!"
"Aris, go, go!"
"You're next Di."
"No Minho, I-I c-can't..."
He push down the rope with one hand, the other still secured mine.
"Minho y-you go first, okay?"
"No Di-"
"I promised I'll go next". After a second of hesitation he grabbed tightly on the rope, like he was transmitting his frustration to it.
"Shuck me." he murmured under his breath.
He went sliding down the rope.

I couldn't go, there as to be another way of getting out of here.
"Teresa, come on, go" I rush her.
She took one last look at Thomas.
"Just go I'm right behind you." with that she went. Probably straight to her death.
With my shaking hands I pull down another rope.
Suddenly Brenda dashed out. What the shuck is she doing?
I drop the rope and run with Thomas after her.

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We went down the sewers trying to find our way to Marcus. I didn't even know who this guy was, only that he could help us find the Right Arm. I guess that was good enough to make me and Thomas let Brenda guide us trough this creepy place.

They were walking in front of me, talking about God knows what. I couldn't pay attention to them. My mind could only think about the other gladers. Were they alright? Did they already have been eaten by those ... Cranks?
But most of all I couldn't stop think about Minho. By now I should have already came to realization with myself that I have feelings for that shank.
But I just couldn't. I chose to put those feelings aside. Now was clearly not the time to thing about that.
But when was really the right time? A Crank could come out of nowhere right now and just kill me, just like that.
Trough all the time that I have been in the glade, I never understood how much he meant to me, 'cause he was always by my side and I knew he was safe. I guess you don't know how much a person means to you until their aren't by your side anymore.

I was so lost in my thoughts that once Thomas and Brenda stopped I didn't notice and bumped into Thomas back. I guess he had forgot I was there since he seem a little frightened, but immediately relax when he saw that it was just me.

"Damn"
Please tell me that Brenda knows where she is going.

We started to walk like lost ducks.
Basically we are shucked and will probably never get out of this shucking place. At least not before we have became one of those things.

"I hate this place...can't wait to get of he-" I turn around and no one was there. Shit ... now I'm definitely gonna dye.

"Thomas... Brenda...where are you guys...this is not funny!" my voice came out strained. I was really starting to freak out. I look frankly for them turning left and right, until I was totally lost. I swallow the lumb that started to form on my throat.
With my clammy hands, grabbing tightly on the lantern, I started to walk cautiously throw the tunnels.

A shrinking sound came from behind me. I immediately turn around, only to find ... nothing.
Carefully, I continue looking around for them. The sound came again much more intense. It seem like someone was choking. It become closer. I was frozen in place waiting for something to appear from down the tunnel.
I started to see lights that were frantically moving. The horrific sound only getting louder.
Throw the darkness I cloud see two figures. Thomas and Brenda.
"Run!"
"Go!Run!"
"Ooh shit" I started to back up. Turning around I started to sprint, Thomas and Brenda right behind me.
"Come on!" Shit they're right behind us.

We could see the way out right in front of us. I push myself to run faster although I was on the lead.
"Almost there, come on!" I shouted behind my shoulder.
I reach the exit the bright light blind me for a moment and then...

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We survived, kind of. Brenda got bitten by a Crank. I only just met her, but without her we wouldn't had made it this far. I couldn't stop to feel sorry for her, and not only because of the bite.
Yes we have been in the glade for almost four years, trying to find a way out, every, single, day, but this people didn't have it any better.

We were walking throw the streets.
I never thought that the outside world would be like this. There was so much misery, people were cooking their meals in old trash cans, their clothes shattered and dirty. There were even kids here.

We reach a building with a big sine: "ZONE A". Guess this is were Marcus lives.

We approach the building.
From behind us, a women with blond hair, face caked in make up approach us, "You're here for the party?"
"No" I respond.
"We're looking for Marcus. This is his place right?" Brenda asked.
"This is my place" a man with dirty blond hair caught our attention.
The woman pushes to come closer to the man.
Thomas was the first one to speak, "Are you Marcus?"
The man hesitates for a second before replying, "Marcus doesn't leave here anymore"
"Do you know were we can find him?"
"Sure, sure. He's over in Zone B"
"Okay. What's Zone B?"
The woman leans in so that her lips could be closer to Thomas ear, "It's were they burn the bodies" her voice dropping to a low volume.
This people clearly weren't right on their minds. They seem to know as much as we did and this little talk wasn't going to help us find neither this Marcus guy nor our friends. I went straight to the shucking point.
"Okay listen, have you seen a group of kids near this zone, looking for him?"
"They had a girl with them. Dark hair." Thomas quickly added. It was obvious that he was worried about Teresa. I couldn't blame him. I wanted to find the rest of our group, but the most of my worries were mainly on Minho. I just need someone to tell me that he was okay.

"You know ... I think they might be inside".
The weird guy took a small bottle from his jacket with a greenish liquid in it.
"Here. Drink this."
"What is it?"
"The price of admission."
No one made any move to drink.
"Drink it!"
We're waisting time dammit. I snatched the bottle from his outstretched hand and brought it to my lips taking a small sip from it.
It tasted horrible, leaving a burning feeling down my throat.
I pass it to Brenda who copied my actions. By the look on her face, she didn't enjoy it either.
"Your turn" the guy said to Thomas. I glare at blondie. I don't know why but he was really getting on my nerves. Maybe that was that sickening smile that he seem to have always plastered on his face.
Thomas reluctantly took the drink.
"Alright. You three enjoy the party"
We're push through some carpets that hanged by the entrance of the building, loud music coming from inside.

The room was dark, there were only small lights throughout the place. Pieces of old fabrics were blocking the sunlight. There were people everywhere, and the way they were dressed caught most of my attention. They were barely covered. Girls with small tops and tight shorts or tiny dresses. The boys were no better.

"Maybe we should split up. See if we can find the others"
"Yeah, that's sounds good" I reply to Brenda.
Although she was talking to the both of us her attention seemed to focus mainly on Thomas. After I took one look at him I understood why. His face was becoming slightly pale, he seem to have difficulty in understanding what she was saying.
"Hey...Don't drink anything else. Both of you"
I gave her a slight nod and started to make my way through the crowd. The more I distanced myself from the entrance, the more crowed the place become.

The world around me started to move. I started to feel a pounding in my head. But I keep walking. I have to find them.

I felt a hand grabbing my left wrist stopping my movements. I turn around, only to see the person that I have been desperately to find. I can't believe it, I finally found him.

Minho's hands suddenly fell to my waist. He pull me closer towards his frame.
"Minho... thank god we're alright"
"Come on doll face. Let's have some fun"
He had a mishivious look on his face, his words came out slurred.
"W-what?" I didn't understand what he meant and I was staring to feel rather uncomfortable. What is wrong with him?
He started to move us backwards and soon I was pressed against a wall. His figure was towering over my small one.
"What are you doing?" my words come out slurred. The dizziness that I was feeling increasing.
He still had his grip on my waist but much more tighter now. He buried his face in the croak of my neck, starting to leave sloppy kisses.
"M-Minho ... stop" I started to squirm in his hold, trying to pray his fingers away from my waist, but he was much stronger that me. Tears were starting to form in my eyes. Why is he doing this?

My vision was becoming blurred. The music sounded becoming distant. I couldn't think straight anymore.
Minho lean back, looking straight in to my eyes, but ... it wasn't his dark beautiful eyes that I was staring at, but rather grey blue ones.
This isn't Minho.
With all my strength I tried to push the guy away from me. Although in reality I was barely moving.
His hands started to roam my body roughly, like I was some kind of toy for him to play with.
"Please, s-stop!"  a single tear slide down my cheek.
"Come on. Just relax baby" he started to lean in. He tried to kiss me but I quickly turn my head aside. He tried to do it a couple more times, never succeeding. He was starting to become angrier by the second. He took hold of both of my arms pinning them above my head to stop me for trying to push him away. One of his hands came down to my hip, securing me in place while the rest of his body was pressed against mine. By now full tears were escaping my eyes. I couldn't practically move. He took that as a way to finally kiss me. His lips started moving roughly against my not responsive ones. I feel so disgusted. Never have I felt this way before.
He bit my lower lip hard, drowning blood. He never stopped kissing me, his hand that was steal gripping my left hip, started to move upwards towards my chest.
But before he could move his hand any further, he was forcefully push back and away from me, making me stumble forward slightly, due to the tight hold that he had on me.
Before I could understand what had happened, a bone crushing sound echoed in my ears.

Once my vision focus slightly, I could see two bodies on the ground on top of each other.
Tears were still coming down my checks. I slide down the wall pulling my legs to my chest, my head coming to rest on my top of my knees.

"What the hell do you think you were doing, huh shuck face?"

Is that Minho? No it can't be... I'm going crazy.
I keep silently crying, rocking my body back and forth.

The sound of punching finally stopped. Faint groans could be heard through the loud music.
I couldn't make the move to look up and see what had happened, fearing that the guy's face would appear right in front of me.

A gentle touch on my shoulder made me flinch but I still didn't lift my head from my knees. My entire body was shaking visibly, mainly from fear but my shoulders shook from how hard I was sobbing.
Other hand come resting on my left knee, soft circles were behind draw with their thumb.
"Di..." it was so faint that I barely even here it. But that voice... I could recognize it anywhere. Could it be really him ... or was just my mind tricking me again?
Slowly, very slowly I started to lift my head, I look up through my long lashes to see Minho's worried face. His dark brown eyes we're glassy, it seem that he was trying to control himself to not let the tears escaping his eyes.
A shacking breath left my parted lips. The hand that was still resting confortively on my shoulder came to my cheek wiping softly the tears that never stopped coming.

I couldn't take it anymore, I throw my arms around him hugging him so tightly that I was afraid I was hurting him. He immediately brought me closer to his chest, my head snugging in the croak of his neck.
My tears were soaking is jacket, but he didn't seem to mind it one bit.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm here" he wispher in my ear.

"Please don't leave me" I whimper tightening my hold on him.

"I will never shucking leave you Diana"
One of his hands came up to stroke my hair. He kiss my forehead, letting his lips lingering on my skin.
And trough out all that happened to me a small smile appear on my lips.

"Come on Di. Let's get out of here." He help me get up. My legs shook slightly when I stood. Minho wrap an arm around my waist bringing me closer to his side, like he was afraid that someone would take me away from him. I look up at him, heat rushing to my cheeks. I have never been so close to him before, ever. He look down at me, our faces inches parted. He started to carefully lean in, probably afraid that I would freak out.
I've have been waiting for this moment for to long. Taking one last look at his lips, I close the gap between us.
Minho took the lead. His soft, warm lips moving gently against mine. I brought my hand to rest on the side of his face.
I couldn't describe the feeling that rushed through me.

We slowly detached our lips, his thumb caressing my cheek. A large smile broke through his lips, making his cute dimples appear. A breathless laugh escape my mouth making his smile enlarge.

"I like you Diana. I like you a lot. You don't now for how much time I've wanted to do that"

"Really?" I look at him with wide eyes.

"Yeah. Why do you think I chose you to be my runner partner" he said with a small smirk on his lips.

"Maybe because I was the only glader that could keep up with you" I left a brow challenge him.

"Nah, the most beautiful girl to me? Maybe..."

"Minho, I was the only girl" I could help but laught.

"Shuck Diana, I was trying to be romantic"

"You don't need to. I love you just the way you are" It was in the moment I finished talking that I realized what I said. I said that I love him. Shuck.

"I-i m-meant"

"I love you too shank" he pick my lips softly.

"Come on, we've been in this shucking place for to long" he said.

"Yeah..." with one last look around we made our way outside.

I didn't know what will happen to us. Will we find the Right Arm? Be safe from Wicked? I don't now.
But one thing I do know.
That Minho is going to be always there for me.

[3000+words]

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I got a little exiting while writing this imagine. Yeah, I think it could almost be a fanfic of The Scorch Trials. I hope you guys don't think it was boring.
Do you want the next imagine to be from witch film?
Thank you so much for reading.