Hi guys so this is a headcanon where Minho was the one that was not immune, so there will be several time skips.
"The following are not immune. Minho..." Thomas tensed and glanced at Minho. "Hey are you okay...?" Thomas unable to think of a way to comfort him. Minho laughed, and that was when Thomas saw his eyes glistening with tears. "Okay? Well I have just been told how I'm going to die, yeah I'm okay!" Thomas cringed. "Look, Minho, whatever you do... just know that Newt and I are always here." Minho smirked. "Real sappy shuck aren't ya Thomas." He walked away, leaving Thomas speechless.
Denver
"Minho, you really cant follow us to Denver. people will know that you know," Thomas began, uncertain of how to finish. "That Im a pussy willow? No its all good! And honey dont forget the milk!" Minho snorted and stormed to a corner to sulk. By the time Thomas and Newt came back, Minho was still there. "Minho you stayed in that position for how long?" "Since im gonna bloody die who cares?!" Minho grumbled. Newt sighed. "Minho, we care and we totally understand-" "No you dont understand!" Minho cut off Newt abruptly. "I have been already given my death sentence, alright?! You two are immune, what about me?! Im gonna become something less than an animal! How would you two munies understand?!" Minho spat. "I hate my life and I hate all of you. Just leave me alone." Thomas shook his head. "Minho look-" "SHUT UP THOMAS! STOP ACTING LIKE A PRINCESS!" Newt stepped in front of Thomas. "Minho, we know you are upset, but please just listen." "No! You dont know what its like! I can feel myself falling into madness! Just stop this Newt! You should have died when you jumped off that maze!" In a second, Thomas saw Newt turn red and land a punch to minho's jaw. Minho got over his shock and kicked Newt, both in a furious battle. Vulgarities were exchanged and punches landed here and there. Somehow, Minho managed to get hold of a gun and pointed it at Newt who had a nosebleed. He then directed it at Thomas. A single tear then escaped his eye. He put the gun to his head. "Since you both are bloody angels, theres no use asking you to kill me. Goodbye and have a nice day." With his heart sinking into a dark abyss, Minho pulled the trigger. The last thing Minho heard was Thomas's scream.
Thomas and Newt were in shock. Thomas had screamed his lungs out and Newt looking depressed. Minho had just killed himself. A cough was heard behind them. Rat man. "Hello, sorry over the loss of your friend. Pity." Rat man looked at them with his tiny eyes and his nasal voice sounded sharper as ever. "Pity?! What do you mean pity?!" Newt demanded. Thomas knew that Newt was not someone that took sympathy easily. "Our friend just killed himself and you think its pitiful?! What has humanity come to?!" Newt was filled with rage. Rat man went silent for a while and shook his head. "He never actually had the flare, you know," he said casually. This hit Thomas full force, forcing him out of his shock. "Wait what?! But you told him that he had the flare!" "Trust you all to be so naive. He never had the flare. It was a stimulation, and Minho fell for it. Minho truly believed he had the flare and lost the will to live." Newt charged. In a second they both were on Rat man, beating him and strangling him. "You son of a bitch! You made Minho like this! Why are you so cruel?! Forget about any of us helping you! Ever! You have betrayed whatever little amount of trust we gave you! You lied to us, to find some shit ass cure?! If humanity is as rotten as you then forget it!" Newt screamed and truly wept for Minho, for his friend, for them believing Rat man, and in shame that he never saved Minho. Newt angrily landed a kick to Rat man who was now on the floor. Thomas, his soul in the fiery pits of hell, cocked a gun in rage, and directed it to Rat man. Thomas pulled the trigger.
