Chapter 26

A/N: Hey, guys. Sorry about the really long break, I have no idea why that happened. I guess I just needed a break to catch up with life, school, and halloween. Anyway, here is the next chapter and I couldn't have done this without the idea that Hi gave me. I may or may not post next week, I will try to but I'm still getting back into the groove, so, sorry in advance if I don't. Please enjoy.

"Oh my god," heavy breath, "Oh my god," heavy breath, "Oh my god," heavy breath.
You stumble against a wall, then slide along it to the ground where you sit breathing heavily still. You're having a panic attack, you're sure of it. Newt comes over and kneels down next to you. He lays a hand on your shoulder and says,
"Hey hey, Y/N. It's okay."
"Newt…," you manage to gasp out, "I'm having… a panic attack."
"Okay, okay. Newt is kind of flustered but he manages to gather himself and think. He suddenly kisses you.

Your breath catches in your throat and you enjoy it at first as you lean into the kiss, but then you remember the situation and you push him off of you.
"Newt! Now isn't the time, I'm having a panic attack!"
Newt just smirks back at you,
"I think you'll find that you aren't anymore.
You stop and focus on your breathing for a bit then realise that he's right, you're breathing normally now.

You sigh a breath of relief and pull yourself to your feet, looking around again. You focus on keeping your breathing slow as you step closer to Newt,
"What the hell is wrong with you!" you shout, and he takes a step back, having not expected that.
"Y/N, I'm sorry. I—"
"No, Newt! This is not okay! You tell Thomas we can't send a couple of people in to look for Minho and Alby," you gesture to the two of them, Minho crouching next to and assessing Alby's lifeless body, "but it's totally fine for you to slip in at the last second, effectively killing yourself? But that's not the worst of it, oh no; kill yourself, fine by me—you're the one with a death wish—but don't bring me into it! I've already done a night in the Maze and I barely survived that, I still have nightmares and now you're doing it to me again! You better hope the Grievers get you cause if we survive this, I swear to god I'm going to kill you."

You crouch down next to Minho, "What happened?" and take a look at Alby as Newt stands there, dejected, as if he's only just realising what a big mistake he's made.
"No," he says, looking around desperately, "No!" he runs over to the sealed Doors and shouts again as he bangs a fist against the solid stone, "No, no, no! This can't be happening!"
He keeps punching the wall and his knuckles start to bleed but he doesn't stop.
"Newt!" you shout as you run up to him and grab his hand.
You slap him in the face and he seems to snap out of it. He pulls his hand out of your grip sheepishly and looks at the ground as he thanks you.
"Now, all three of you—well, both of you—just slim it, okay?" you say, turning your attention to everyone trapped in the Maze with you, "There's no use in panicking, we just need to stick together and stay alive until the morning, you got it?"

Newt nods and looks like he's about to say something when the three of you hear something, a sound you wish you didn't recognise: whirr-click-click, whirr-click-click. you tense up and feel your heart racing, you start getting lightheaded and tip over, Newt catches you before you hit the ground,
"Y/N, are you okay?"
"Yeah," you wince, bringing a hand to your head, "Yeah, I just felt like I was about to faint."
"We need to get you out of here."
"And go where?" Minho finally joins the conversation, standing up, "The Doors are closed, the Grievers are coming, and there's nowhere to hide. We need to split up, use evasive maneuvers, and hope that at least one of us lasts the night."
He gets up and looks as if he's ready to run but Newt grabs his arm and turns him around to give him an authoritative glare.
"Minho," he says, "you know as good as anyone that that's not going to work. We need to stay together and figure this out."
They look into each other's eyes for a bit and Minho seems to be contemplating whether or not he should make a run for it. He seems to make up his mind and only nod. Newt nods in reply and lets go,
"Good that. First things first, Alby."

The three of you look toward your friend who's still just lying there having not moved a muscle since Minho dropped him there only minutes ago.
"What are we going to do?" you ask.
Minho shakes his head, "No idea. Is it even worth it to put him somewhere safe? The doors are closed, he's not going to get the Serum in time. We might as well just leave him there and hope the Grievers take him and leave us alone."
"Minho!" you gasp.
"Come on, ya shank," Newt says, "How could you say that? He's our friend."
"I know, but if it's going to save the three of us he'd want us to do it."
"You're insane," you reply, "how do you know it's too late to get the Serum?"
"Because no one has ever not gotten the Serum before the Doors closed."
"Exactly, you don't know yet. There's never been an opportunity. So, before you kill your friend and feed him to the Grievers, let's hope it'll still work in the morning and worry about keeping our sorry asses alive."
"I have an idea," Newt says and pulls a knife out of his boot.
Minho follows suite and gets two knives out of his pack, giving you one and asking Newt, "What's up?"
"We can cover Alby up in vines against the wall and try to hide nearby. If see that Alby and see that he's dying, they might decide to leave and not look around anymore."
"Really?" Minho looks at Newt with a blank expression and says, "That's your wonderful plan?"
"I never said wonderful," Newt explains himself, "but it's a plan. Do you have any better ideas? I'd love to hear them because I'm not so sure that this'll work."
Minho looks at the ground with a defeated expression, "No."
"Alright then. Let's get started."

A few minutes later, after pausing every now and again to look down the corridors worriedly when you hear the ever-nearing Griever sounds, the three of you have cut and styled enough vines to hide Alby and leave room enough between the vines and the wall a few feet away. Whirr-click-click, you hear it again, it's so much closer that you keep expecting a Griever to pop out from behind a corner and attack, this time not sparing you pain and death. Your breathing starts to quicken again and Newt takes your hand, squeezing it reassuringly. You pull your hand from his grasp and don't look at him. You know he's probably disappointed at himself and sad that you won't hold his hand, but this is something you can't forgive so easily.
"Let's hide," you say and the three of you take up positions behind the vines and wait.

A/N: Again, sorry guys. I hope you enjoyed and please don't drop this story. Just stick with me. Please leave a review and tell me what you guys think. Thanks for reading!