I pulled another cliffhanger on you guys, but I hope you forgive me.

On a happy note, this story has almost reached 3,000 views. It has 19 followers, and 32 favorites. That's so amazing of you guys. This story wouldn't be possible without all of you. I really hope you still like it, and I hope you'll still review. I am always open for suggestions. Also, I may be starting cute one shots involving Raine and Newt, maybe some with the other gladers too! I know there are some Gally and Minho lovers out there. Shipping is an art after all.

Enough rambling, Ashlee. Continue on with the story.

Raine's POV:

I couldn't get Newt's facial expression out of my head; a mix between despair and complete anger. No one survives a night in the maze. Those words played over and over. I couldn't think about that right now. I had to switch into survival mode, even though I wanted to sit there and cry all night.

Minho sits Ben down and plops down next to him. "Great, we just killed ourselves." I look over at him. "What were we supposed to do, Minho? Leave him here? No." He shook his head. "We need to go. We need to run before the grievers come out." He starts to run past me but I grab his arm. "No, we can't leave Ben. Help me hide him."

Minho and I decided to tie him to a vine and pull him up so he wouldn't be in line of sight for grievers, but holy cow, was he heavy. Minho and I kept pulling and pulling. "Almost there, Minho. Almost." As we turned back to the vine to keep pulling, I heard a door open. "We gotta go. We gotta go now." I shake my head. "No. Keep pulling. We're almost there. We gotta keep pulling." We kept pulling more and more. We were so close. Minho looks over and sees a griever. "Sorry, Raine. I'm sorry." He lets go of the vine, and takes off running. "Minho! You slinthead!" I exclaim, almost losing grip of the vine.

I push off the wall with my feet and slide under the vine mess to hide. I try to regulate my breathing and stay absolutely still. I look around me, looking for something to help me. I see a thick root sticking up from the ground. Perfect.

I try to silently make my way over to the root, when I hear a metallic clinking sound approaching me. Shit. I remain absolutely still and stare at the small opening in the vines,

and that's when I see it.

A giant, spiderlike metallic creature with a weird slime coming out of its mouth stalks by me. I hold my breath with wide eyes. That's a griever? Holy shit. I don't allow myself to breathe until I see it turn around the corner. I take a deep breath, and tie the vine holding Ben up to the thick root. I'll come back for you, Ben. Trust me.

After Ben is securely tied up, I lightly move on my feet. The last thing I want is to attract its attention this far away from daytime. I tread carefully, making sure to analyze my surroundings as I go. Where the hell did Minho go? I have no idea where I'm even going. I look up and see a huge number 7 painted on the wall. This is obviously section 7. As I take a step to go on, Minho slams into me.
"Ow, you slinthead!" He pulls on my arm. "Raine, we gotta go. We gotta go now." I turn around to see a griever heading right toward us. Okay, yeah, I guess it is time to go.

I don't know how long we were running. It felt like hours have gone by. We tried multiple times to lose the griever, but it kept finding us again almost instantly. I turned around and threw my dagger and watched it puntcure its eye. It let out a bone chilling scream before speeding up. I don't know how long I can keep going, and by judging the look on Minho's face, he didn't know either. Finally, we reached the section to get out and where Ben was hanging.

"Cmon, Raine! The maze is about to change. We can lose him!" I was all for it. As we were running, I got an idea. I start running toward the griever. "Raine! What the shuck are you doing?!" I ignored Minho's cries. "Cmon!" I lure the griever our way. "Cmon!" I keep running. The wall is closing. It's now or never; fail or success. I run toward the small entrance and fall on Minho.

The griever was smashed in between the walls. Minho's eyes widen. "You.. You killed it." I let it sink in for a moment. "Yeah, I guess." He shakes his head in disbelief. "Holy shuck. You killed a buggin' griever.." I shrug and try to hide my shaking hands. "Let's go get Ben and get the shuck out of here."

Newt's POV:

A sleepless night. A bloody long, long, sleepless night. That is what tonight was to me. My eyes were burning from crying. I've lost her. I've lost the only girl I've ever cared for. I felt empty on the inside. She was the other half of me; the better half. She evened out my dark side, and made it brighter. Now, she was gone in the blink of an eye. I knew I shouldn't have let her run that bloody maze, but I knew she would've anyway. She was just as hardheaded as she was smart. I sit down on my bed and run my hands through my hair.

Part of me was wondering if I could heal from this, and part of me was wondering if I could go on without her. Sure, I've done fine the past couple of years without her, but now that I know her, it's different.

It's all different.

I can't let it effect me now. I have bloody work to do. I can't let this keep me from it. I have to do my part like every other glader here.

I walk out to see nothing but grim faces. Judging by their looks, they feel exactly how I do.

It appeared to be a sleepless night for everyone.

I didn't realize how much Raine meant to everyone until she was closed into those walls. She'd been Chuck's motherly figure, Gally's friend, Zart's helper, Clint's go to, and my love. I head out to the gardens and begin cutting weeds.

After a little bit, I hear the maze doors begin to open. The noise brings a shock of pain through my stomach. I can practically hear her laugh, see her smile, feel her touch, and smell her long hair. I can practically see her cute bed head shaking me awake every morning. I squeeze my eyes shut. This is going to be harder than I ever imagined.

All of a sudden, I hear a Glader yell, "No shuckin' way!"

I whip around, almost falling over. I focus my eyes and see..

Her and Minho carrying Ben out of the maze.

I drop my machete and run to the best of my ability where all the other Gladers were gathering. As I get closer, it became more real. Raine and Minho spent the night in the maze, and they lived. Clint ran to get a stretcher to put Ben on. After they got back, Raine and Minho collapsed onto the ground. People were cheering all around them and asking tons of questions. Chuck was crying and hugging Raine's neck. Gally was messing with Minho.

Even so, we had our eyes locked on eachother.

She hugged Chuck back, then quickly got up and ran to me.

She wrapped her small arms around my neck and pressed herself against me. I buried my face into her neck. I felt tears sting my eyes, but I pushed them away. Then, right in front of absolutely everyone, I planted my lips on hers.

Again, and again, and again.

Some cheered, some pretended to be grossed out.

I didn't bloody care. I was holding my most prized possession in my arms.

"Did you see a griever?" Chuck asked. Raine nodded. "Yeah, I\ seen one." Minho cut in. "She didn't just see one, she shuckin' killed it." Everyone turned and looked at her, mouths agape. "You killed a griever?" I asked. She shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so." Minho stares at her. "You guess so? You threw a dagger at it, hitting it directly in the eye while running. Then, you made the shuckin' thing smash itself. You killed it." People gasped and started mumbling random comments. "Well, how do you feel?" I ask her. She sighs and stretches. "I need a bath, and a nap."

Clint runs up to us after putting Ben in the infirmary. "Don't mean to interrupt but, it's the new Greenie. He's awake." Raine and I give him a nod and lock hands. "I guess my nap and bath will have to wait," She mumbled. I couldn't help but smile.

Raine's POV:

I walk with Newt, Clint, and Alby to the infirmary to see the new Greenie. Alby wants me to come along in case he has a mental breakdown. As we walk in, we see Bill trying to hold him down as he's thrashing around; I suppose that's my queue. I walk over to the thrashing boy and place my hands on his face. "Hey, hey. Calm down and look at me." He stares into my eyes with a horrified expression. "I understand you're scared, but please, calm down. Let's be rational here, yes?" He stops thrashing and sits on the bed. I smile at him and stroke his cheek. "Good. Now, can you tell me your name?" He thinks for a minute and looks me in the eye. "Thomas. My name is Thomas."

That voice. That name.

Pain hits my head. Head splitting pain is all I can feel. I cry out and crumble on the ground. I hear Newt's voice yelling, but I can't make out what he's saying. My mind's going a mile a minute as I lay on the ground and hold my head.

And then, everything stops.

Darkness.