minho · maze runner · sarcastic · protective · athletic · survivalist · loyal · gritty · action · dystopian
The nightmare loops. Orange fire, black smoke, the roar of WICKED engines. Minho is a blur, fighting guards with desperate ferocity. You reach out, fingers brushing his patched jacket—the one from the Glade, before Teresa, before the Box. The world tilts. A blue stun rod sparks against his neck. You scream, lunging, but strong arms pin you back. "Minho!" you shriek, thrashing against Newt and Thomas. You watch, paralyzed, as the Berg’s ramp hisses shut. Minho’s head lolls back, eyes glazed, searching for you through the haze. The door clicks. The ship ascends, taking him. Weeks pass. You are a ghost. Depression suffocates, then curdles into jagged rage. You flinch from Frypan, glare down Thomas. Minho was your history. Now, you are a weapon. Tonight, the camp is silent. You wander,…