Error | The Maze Runner / Newt ? ?

Disclaimer:

I do not own The Maze Runner, but if I did, my other OC's would be in it.

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I was one of the last to step through the Flat Trans. When I did, only Newt, Aris, and Thomas were left in the common area.

"I'll go next," I offered, my voice slicing through the thick tension in the room. I squared my shoulders and adjusted my grip on my pack. My eyes stared right at the shimmering grey before me, my heart was pounding, my head swimming, and fear coursed through my veins.

I sucked in a breath and stepped in without looking back.

Cold. It was the first thing I felt. As if I had stepped into a pool of iced water, shivers ran down my arms and caused goosebumps to prickle my skin. I could see nothing- it was pitch black, and my eyes weren't adjusting. Muffled voices sounded from around me, but I couldn't decipher what they were saying. A sudden grip of fear streaked through me.

And, just like that, I was free.

I gasped in stale air as my last step caused me to pop out of the other end and sprawl onto the ground. It was cold and made of rough concrete, scraping my palms. Someone yanked me up roughly by my collar.

"Hey!" I protested as soon as I was standing upright. My hands swatted theirs away.

"Oops, sorry, Dylan." It was Minho. "Thought you were Aris."

"Wonderful misconception," I murmured beneath my breath just before Minho yanked sharply me to the side. My feet were barely able to keep under me as I stumbled along after him. "Would you cut that out?"

"I didn't want you to get run over by the next person who walked in," he explained, releasing his grip on my wrist and turning me so I faced where we entered. Two shouts from separate voices rose up above the otherwise silent blackness. I couldn't see who came in, but judging by their voices, I could tell it was Aris and Newt.

Minho clapped his hands. "Alrighty. That's almost everyone. Listen up! Dylan, start the countoff. Each person will take turns saying their number so we can make sure everyone's here. Do not say a number twice, got it? Go."

"One," I said, loud enough for the rest of the people to hear.

"Two."

"Three."

"Four."

"Five."

"Six."

"Siete."

"Eigh—"

The person was suddenly cut off by someone else popping through the Flat Trans, with the sound of people falling following that. Someone yelled, "Ow!"

"Everyone be still and shut up!" Minho yelled. "Thomas, was that you? Are you in here?"

"Yes!" The sound of shuffling feet followed my brother's voice. "I was the last one to come through. Did everyone make it?"

"We were counting off nice and easy until you came stumbling through like a doped-up bull," Minho replied somewhat grudgingly. "Let's do it again."

"One!" I shouted, exasperation clear in my tone. The countoff went smoothly the second time around, with Aris as the last person to call out his number.

"Good that," Minho praised. "We're all here, wherever here is. Can't see a shuck thing."

"Too bad we don't have a flashlight," Thomas commented from across wherever we were. All I knew was that he wasn't near me- only Minho seemed to be, because I could hear his breaths but not others.