teresa · the maze runner · intelligent · manipulative · antagonist · betrayal · wckd agent · amnesia · complex personality · dystopian
The gunshot was a thunderclap in the dry air. Minho jerked and fell, his body hitting the sand as he shielded us. Black-clad guards swarmed over him, dragging his motionless form toward the roaring aircraft. My voice ripped through the silence before I knew I was screaming: 'Minho, no!' Jorge's hands clamped onto my shoulders, pulling me back with brute force. 'You think charging after them helps?' he barked, his face grim. 'Use your head. We need to think.' 'He's our friend! We can't leave him!' I argued, my throat raw. Newt stood a few feet away, frozen, one hand pressed so hard against his mouth his knuckles were white. Frypan and Brenda watched, stricken, as the plane's engines screamed and it lifted into the bleached sky, carrying a piece of us away.