To Love *The Maze Runner/Newt Fanfic*

Chapter 64

~~~Author's Notes~~~

This chapter is my favorite chapter. (Other than Chapter 55, because wedding.)

I was scared, because I didn't know what I was gonna write for this update, but then I just started writing and this happened. I apologize if its sad, it just changes the whole story in a way that I wasn't expecting. I'm so happy with the way this pulls To Love together. AHHH! I'm sorry for freaking out. Its just that this chapter made me cry! I never cry about things that I write, but this made me sob. Okay, I'm blabbering, I hope you guys enjoy this! I love you all and I'll talk to you in the comments!!

Btw: can someone tell me if Chapters 62 and 63 are still published?? My phone is telling me they're drafts???

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~~~Brianne's Pov~~~

The rest of the day after the Council meeting ended was a crazy mix of chaos and fear. All of the Keepers had spoken to their work groups and told them our plans.

We were leaving the Glade. We were gonna fight the Grievers.

I'd talked to Victoria, Clint, and Jeff right after the meeting and all three of them seemed pretty keen on coming with the rest of us. Thankfully, they didn't choose to stay.

There were some people who were choosing that option. They thought we were crazy for trying to escape. I thought they were crazy for not wanting to leave.

Yah, we could all die. But that was a chance I was willing to take.

And the Grievers might only kill one of us, that's what Thomas kept telling everyone. It's not like I believed that was true, but it settled the worries of many of the gladers. They liked to hold onto that hope. But I didn't need to hear it. I knew what we were getting ourselves into.

Why would the Creators make it easy for us to leave? If we are correct about the Griever hole, it's not gonna be easy to get into. The Grievers are gonna fight back.

But I didn't wanna tell Chuck and Sam that. They needed a sign of hope, even if that sign was just a mirage.

We had just finished dinner and were now gathering all of the Gladers that were leaving by one of the maze doors.

I looked around at the group. At least twenty or so had stayed back. I felt bad for them, just as I'm sure they felt bad for us.

I stood close to the front of the crowd, close to Newt, who was still the acting leader of the Glade. Alby was never going to be what these Gladers needed anymore. Yet Newt was everything we needed. Calm. Clear. Easy-going, but quick.

Alby was off to the side playing with his bow. That was not what our group needed.

"Well," Newt said, calling attention to himself, "This is it. If you're having second thoughts, go back now. We all need to be ready to fight, but more importantly, we need to be ready to win. Be ready to die. I'm fighting this battle with everything I have and so should you."

The Gladers stared at Newt in silence. Nobody left; everyone stood still.

"Shouldn't somebody give a motivational speech?" I heard Minho ask, from somewhere in the crowd.

And here we go.

We're on our way to war. We're quite literally moments away from dying and Minho is fine.

Newt groaned quietly, "Yah, go ahead," Newt gestured for Minho to join him at the front of the Gladers.

Minho took his place, "Be careful," A pause, "Don't die."