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Thomas, who was leading the group down the dimly lit hallway, suddenly stopped, causing a few people to stumble into the person ahead of them. Glancing up, we noticed the sign bolted above the door where the word 'EXIT' was glowing in green letters.
"Seriously?" Frypan asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. We had fought for days, weeks, months, years, and this was our reward? This is what we spent 3 years searching for? This is what we lost so many friends for?
Thomas hesitantly placed his hand on the door handle and pushed the door open. One by one each of us stepped into the room, following the line Thomas was leading. The room was silent but the stench in the room took up enough of our senses.
Metallic blood slid down the walls and into small puddles on the floor. I jumped against the closest wall when I noticed the trail I was leaving behind after stepping in one of the puddles. I kicked the heel of my feet across the floor to wipe off the blood from my shoe.
"Hey, hey," a soft voice said while stopping me from rushing around. Newt calmed me down before placing his hand inside mine and leaving the small hallway into the larger part of the room.
Newt brought me to a wall of computers, each with a different angle of the glade. My eyes were locked on the screen in the top left corner with a perfect angle of the homestead- a griever tearing it down.
"They got in," I gasped, scanning the other screens of the grievers that were taking over the glade- our glade.
"So they were watching us," Newt said beside me. We knew that the beetle blade's eyes were cameras, but we didn't know they had hundreds of them taking video of everything in the glade. Wicked saw everything that happened; every bonfire, every party, every run, every death, and yet they did nothing to stop it.
"Hi, my name is Doctor Ava Paige," a loud woman's voice from behind caused Newt and I to both jump. He glanced at me before guiding us towards the others who had gathered in front of a projected image of a blonde headed woman.
The woman was explaining why we were in the maze, what happened to earth, and where we would go now. All the while, guards were invading the room behind her, their guns aimed at every doctor and scientist inside the room. Bullet holes filled the glass behind her as she pulled a smaller, silver gun our from her desk.
"Wicked is good," she said as she placed the gun at the side of her head and pulled the trigger. Newt spun me towards his chest so that I couldn't watch, and I reminded myself to thank him later for that.
Once the projector turned off, a door on the other side of the room lifted open, bringing real bright light into the room. We had been stuck in an underground maze for years, thinking that the sky above us was real. But out those doors, it really was.
"What do we do now?" Newt asked Thomas, who had been unofficially deemed leader- a stupid decision really. Newt looked down at me, a sliver of a smile curling on his lips as we tasted our freedom. Out those doors, we were free.
Thomas stared at the open doors in front of us before whispering, "I don't know." He took a step closer to the doors, ready to exit through them, when a deep voice halted all of us.
"No." The voice was harsh, full of emotion and anger that was said through gritted teeth. All of us spun around to find the source of the voice, and gasped when we saw our friend. Gally dropped the key to the ground, leaving the arm to shake uncontrollably at his side. Our eyes widened when we noticed what was in his other hand: a matching gun to Doctor Ava's.
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"We can't leave," he spoke, spit flying from his foaming mouth. His eyes that were once a beautiful green color were darkened with red rims surrounding his pupils. Black and red veins sprouted from underneath his shirt and up his neck, stopping just above his jawline. The red circular wound on his hip was the last element to tell us he was stung.
"Gally, it's alright. We're free," Thomas tried talking softly so that he wouldn't anger Gally even more.
Gally laughed, a sinister chuckle leaving the back of his throat. "Free? You think we're free out there?" His grin showed off the black goo coating his teeth- not that they were that much better in the first place. His shaky hand lifted until it was straight with Thomas's body, that way the barrel of the gun was aimed at him. "There's no escape from this place."
"Gally, don't do this," I pleaded, staring at my best friend. This wasn't him, I knew that. I knew the venom in the sting was controlling him and I knew he wasn't in control of what was happening, but it still broke my heart to see him standing there with that crazy look in his eyes. I had hoped after losing Ben that I would never have to see another stung boy ever again.
His eyes found mine, and he seemed to weaken a little more under my stare. All those days working along side him as a builder were just fragments of visions in his head thanks to the sting, but they were fresh memories in mine.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N)," he said, a tear sliding down his cheek. "I belong to the maze. We all do."
Everyone in the room screamed as he pulled the trigger, and somehow Newt had pulled me behind him with his body as a shield to me. When I felt no pain and heard no more screaming, I turned back around to see what had happened.
A wailing cry left my mouth as my eyes fell on the long pole lodged in Gally's chest. His mouth was wide open and gasping for air, similar to a fish out of water. He collapsed onto his knees before falling sideways and onto his hip.
As I took a step forward to go beside him, Chuck's tiny voice drew all my attention to him.
"(Y/N)," he whispered, eyes glazed over. It took me just a second to find the hole in his chest, crimson blood dripping out of it and down his shirt. The boy lost feeling in his legs, and thankfully had Thomas and Minho right beside him to gently bring him to the ground.
Breaking myself out of the trance I was in, I rushed over to his side. I couldn't be much help- I was a builder after all- but I still pulled the shirt I was wearing over my head and pressed it over the wound. He cried out in pain causing me to decrease the pressure, and let the wall of tears to come tumbling down.
"No, no, Chuck, you're alright," I reassured him, with the biggest lie I have ever said in my entire life. He wasn't alright, he wouldn't be. I was losing my little boy. "J-just let me put pressure on it. Then I-I-I can stop the bleeding." I tried putting my hand over the wound again, but his croaking voice caused me to freeze completely.
"(Y/N), it's okay." He used the last of his strength and dug into his pocket, pulling out the small figurine he had spent the last two weeks carving. It was stained now in a deep red because of the hot blood coating his hands, but the overall look of wood was still there. "Take it," he croaked out while searching for my hand. He was able to slip it into my palm and squeeze it as hard as he could, which wasn't a lot.
"No, no, Chuck. You keep it. You're gonna be fine, a-and you're gonna find your parents. Remember? Your mom and dad. You need to give this to them yourself." Chuck shook his head harshly, shooting another squeeze to my hand.
"(Y/N)," he said sternly, "take it. It's for you. You were better family to me than they would have been. You were... y-you were like m-my sist-" his breaths staggered until his voice cut off. His chest stopped lifting and falling so it was left to rest still. His eyes were locked on the ceiling above him, and even though I could see the brown color in them, he was seeing black.
"Chuck?" When he didn't answer, I shook his body. "Chuck?!" He was frozen in place, his eyes already losing the life that once filled them. The childlike wonder hidden behind them that the maze forced him to hide. He was a kid, and he was taken from me.
"Chuck! Chuck, please! Come on!" I was too busy screaming in his face and shaking his body to notice other people enter the room. "NO! CHUCK! Wake up! Please, come back to me!"
Hands looped around my waist and lifted me off the ground- off of Chuck. I thrashed around in the arms while continuing to wail pleads out for Chuck to wake up. The person carried me away from Chuck and into the bright light I'm assuming came from the door that opened minutes ago.
"We have to go back! I can't leave him there!" I cried, not bothering to wipe any of the tears that were poring down my face. My screaming didn't stop until I was set inside of a helicopter where my other friends were all sitting. I was pushed up against Newt who quickly allowed me to cry into his chest.
The others shifted into comfortable positions while another guard explained how we would be soon safe from Wicked. We had lost many people in the glade, many friends and leaders whom I had relations with, but never did I think I would lose my best friend, and my little brother in the same day.
