That is not what Lynn was expecting. But she snaked her arms around Minho's neck, pulling him down to her level, moving her lips against his. They shuffled backwards, Lynn's back hitting a half destroyed desk. As they continued kissing, Minho pulled Lynn's body flush against his own, one hand drifting to her thigh and hoisting her leg up. In one fluid movement, Lynn jumped up, swinging her other leg around Minho's waist.
He set her down on the desk behind her, running his hands through her hair, discarding the pony-tail holder that held it all together. Minho tugged gently at the hair on the nape of her neck, straightening all the curls that ran down to her back. He found his hands finding their way under her shirt, feeling Lynn's smooth, soft skin.
Minho, reluctantly, pulled his lips away from Lynn's, feeling the ghost of her lips on his. He met her hazel-eyed gaze, already getting lost in her eyes. God, he loved her so.
"Lynn," He pulled his hands out from under her shirt, resting them on either side of her. "You don't know how much I shuckin' love you. Ever since you arrived in the Glade, there was something about you. Something that I fell for everything day. And God, Lynn, It's too much for me to friggin' bear sometimes." Minho held her face in his hands, brushing a stray blonde hair out of her face.
Then, she murmured the five words he had been waiting so long for.
"I love you too, Minho."
A smile found its way onto his face as he pressed a tender to kiss to her forehead.
"Thank God." He said before claiming her lips again.
Newt's P.O.V
Lynn and Minho stumbled into the dining area of the Homestead, holding hands and whispering quiet words to each other. Newt started to get suspicious, he didn't know what to think. He was aware of the obvious feelings Minho had to his twin, but something bugged Newt about those two. He always felt, somewhat, protective towards Lynn. He wanted to put her in a jar and preserve her from everyone and everything.
Newt looked his sister over as Minho left to go outside, doing God knows what. Lynn took a seat with Thomas and Chuck, her demeanour changing completely. She was immediately brought into a serious conversation as Newt left the Homestead, going out with Alby to gather up the Gladers who were going with them to get out of this place.
When he walked past Lynn, he saw her hair was slightly tangled. Her orange shirt untucked, skin showing on her left hip. Her white hoodie had been loosely tied to her waist, and was now on the ground behind her. Without Thomas, Chuck, or Lynn noticing, Newt picked it up, shoving the thin jacket into his satchel he always had secured around his shoulder.
As he headed out with Alby, Newt thought about why Lynn and Minho had arrived late to possibly the last dinner in the Glade. He cringed at the thought of them making out, even though it was probably what they were doing.
Newt had successfully convinced Alby to go with them, it took a lot of begging and pleading but he finally agreed.
His mind returned back to his sister. She always was on his mind. He always listened to her when she talked about her friends back where she use to live. There was one girl, Lily was it? That she kept going on and on about. As well as three others, Sonya, Harriet, and Beth, the latter Lynn claimed looked a lot like Gally. She would tell him of their adventures they had together, from stealing cookies to dragging a stung Sonya out of the Maze.
Newt wanted for Lynn to see all her friends again and hopefully it won't be when they're all dead. Which, God knows, could very possibly be tonight.
As him and Alby, along with most of the Gladers, made their way to the West Door, Newt could already see Minho, Thomas, Lynn, and Chuck standing their, discussing the plan on getting out of here. They were all armed and ready to go. Newt had to admit, his sister looked bloody scary with that knife she had clutched in her hand. It took him all but three seconds to notice that her other hand was being held tightly by Minho.
Newt quickly counted heads, "There's forty-one of us." said he, "Make sure you've got you weapons. Other than that, isn't a whole lot to buggin' say-you've all been told the plan. We're gonna fight our way through the Greiver Hole, and Tommy here's gonna punch in his little magic code and then we're gonna get payback on the Creators. Simple as that."
This is it, they're going to do it. They're going to escape the Maze.
"Shouldn't someone give a pep talk or something?" Minho asked, his arms now wrapped around Lynn's waist. Newt bit his tongue, trying not to say anything rash towards his sister or Minho.
"Go ahead," Lynn replied before Newt said something. Minho nodded,
"Be careful, don't die." He said, his voice dry and hoarse.
"Great." Newt said, sarcasm lacing his voice, "We're all bloody inspired." He jabbed a finger over his shoulder, pointing to the Maze. "You all know the plan. After two years of being treated like mice, tonight we're making a stand. Tonight we're fighting back to the Creators, no matter what we have to go through to get there. Tonight the Greivers better be scared."
The crowd of boys, plus Lynn, all cheered, ready to fight and ready to run. Tonight was the night they were going to make a stand. Fight the Creators and get out of here.
"Alright everybody!" Lynn shouted, now separated from Minho and standing next to Newt. "You all know, as well as I do, that we could've been normal teenagers. Living normal lives, but we're not. And it's all the Creators fault. So tonight, we're gonna take a stand, get off our knees, and fight for what worked for all these years!" The crowd cheered louder.
"Amen sister!" Someone screamed over the noise.
They all raised their weapons in the air, knives, bows, and hammers.
"Here that Creators! We're comin'!"
After those words were spoken, Newt and Lynn turned and ran into the Maze, an army of boys running behind them. Let's do this.
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They all kept a steady pace as the Gladers made their way towards the Cliff. Lynn kept to her brothers side, his limp becoming, slightly, more noticeable with each step he took.
The group was spread out to the full width of the corridor, most of the Gladers agreed to go. About ten boys stayed back in the Glade, taking their chances with staying in the Glade.
After making it to the inner circles, Newt slowed down, tapping Minho on the shoulder and saying, "You lead the way now."
The Runner nodded and ran to the front, guiding all of them towards the Cliff.
As Newt glanced towards his sister, who didn't even seem out of breath from running. He guessed it was because she was going at his pace. When he asked her why she was running with him, the answer he got was not expected.
"Newt," Lynn breathed out, both of them still running at a moderate pace. "Don't you think for one second I'm going to leave you alone. I just was reunited with you after not seeing each other for two bloody years. I'll even step in the way of a Greiver for you, okay? So if you or I are going to die tonight, I wanna make the time we have now, even as we're running to get out of here, last."
A small, warm smile found its way onto Lynn's face, even in these dark moments, she could still have high spirits. Newt nodded his head and they both continued on.
After possibly the longest hour of all their lives, they finally made it to the Cliff. Lynn wiped her sweat slicked forehead with the back of her hand, regaining her breath. Her and Newt pushed their way through the crowd, coming up beside Thomas and behind Minho. Minho stopped at the corner, holding an arm behind him signaling everyone to stop.
He turned around, facing everyone with a look of horror on his face.
"Did you hear that?" Minho said in a hushed voice.
Lynn shook her head, worry crossing over her face. She watched as Minho tip-toed forward, poking his head around the corner to where the Cliff was.
"Oh no," he moaned. "Oh, no."
Then they all heard it,
Whirrrr
Click-Click
Whirrr
Minho backed away from the corner, turning around again.
"There's about a dozen of them, just waiting for us!" Minho whispered.
Everyone froze, not knowing what to do. Whispers could be heard throughout the group, talking in quiet voices.
"Well," Newt trembled a little as he spoke. "we knew we'd have to fight."
Lynn's hands were starting to shake, this could very well be the beginning of the end, the end of them. But she would not let those thoughts get into her head. The question is, why were the Greivers just sitting there? Weren't they supposed to be making their way to Glade by now?
"Maybe they've already taken a kid back at the Glade." Thomas suggested, "Maybe we can get past them, why else would they be sitting-"
A loud noise had cut him off, they all spun around to see even more Greivers, quickly, making their way down the corridor.
More loud noises came from the other direction, another herd of Greivers coming towards them. The machines finally stopped, a meager few feet away from the Gladers. Metal legs in a bent position, ready to pounce when needed to. Everyone was pressed up against each other, Lynn sandwiched in between Minho and Thomas. She could feel Minho's sweaty hand clutch her hand in his grasp, not daring to let her go.
Lynn glanced to her left, looking to see if her brother was still there. He was, standing close to Alby and Chuck.
"Got any ideas?" Thomas asked, looking towards Newt.
"No," was Newt's shaky reply. "I don't understand what they're bloody waitin' for."
"We shouldn't have come." Alby said gravely. He had been so quiet, the whole entire time here.
"Well," Thomas said, "we'd be no better off in the Homestead. Hate to say it, but if one of us dies, that's better than all of us."
A pregnant pause filled the air, before Alby said, "Maybe I should..." He started to walk forward, in a daze, towards the Cliff.
"Alby, get back here!" Newt hissed.
Without responding to Newt, the Leader took off in a sprint, heading right towards the Greivers that separated them from the Cliff.
"ALBY!" Newt screamed.
They all watched in horror as Alby jumped on one of the Greivers, five others already surrounding him.
Newt lurched forward, wanting to go after him. But Lynn was quick enough to reach out and pull him back, trying her best to not let him slip from her grasp. She was able to wrap her arms around his chest, keeping him from running, even though Newt tried to release himself from his sister's hold.
"Let go!" Newt yelled, still trying to break free.
"Are you bloody nuts!" Lynn exclaimed, tightening her hold on her brother. "There's nothing you can do!"
More Greivers swarmed towards Alby, making everybody lose sight of the Leader. They all listened painfully as the Greivers whirred happily at gaining a new meal, slicing and dicing the boy into bits.
Newt had finally given up, collapsing backwards, resting all his weight on his sister. The leader had officially gone mad and had sacrificed himself for to the Greivers for them. And now he was gone, totally, utterly gone.
Lynn helped her brother to his feet, still having a tight arm wrapped around his torso to steady him. She noticed that Newt couldn't stop staring at the spot Alby had stood only moments ago.
"I-I can't believe it." Newt stammered, trying to hold back tears. "I can't believe he just did that." Lynn rubbed soothing circles on his back, her gaze directed off to the side, shaking her head.
Minho came up beside Newt, reaching a hand out and squeezing his shoulder.
"We can't waste what he did." He turned towards Thomas, "We'll fight them off if we have to, make a path to the Cliff for you. Get in the Hold, do your thing-we'll keep'em off until you scream for us to follow."
"Hopefully they'll go dormant for a while. We should only need a minute or so to punch in the code." Thomas said, looking at all the non-moving Greivers.
Newt shook his head, still looking at the spot on the ground. "How can you guys be so heartless?" he said, his voice filled with disgust.
"What do want, Newt?" Minho asked, "Should we all dress up and have a funeral? Alby didn't want to go back to his old life. He freaking sacrificed himself for us, and they aren't attacking, so maybe it worked. We'd be heartless if we wasted it." Minho turned and faced the group of Gladers. "Listen up! Number one priority is to protect Thomas. Get him to the CLiff and the Hole so-"
He was cut off.
The purring sound of Greivers coming back to life echoed through the air, bouncing off the concrete walls. Everyone looked around them, Greivers were nearing the group. Ready to kill at any moment.
Alby's sacrifice had failed...miserably.
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