Hey guys! So this is the sequel to Missing from the Maze, and does include spoilers if you haven't read or watched the Scorch Trials yet. So be warned. To those of you who haven't read that one, don't worry about it. You don't really need to read it for this one if you don't want to. Of course if you do, then please. And to those of you who have read it and supported this sequel, thank you sooo much! I highly appreciate it. I am super sorry that it took so long for me to get this up...However I have my excuses ready. 1, I had already started on a story before the thought of making a sequel even came to mind, so I finished that story first. 2, I had a huge case of writers block that lasted weeks. And 3, I've been out of town for the past three weeks. I know, those are really lame excuses, but they're what I'm sticking with. Anyway, I'm going to shut up now. Enjoy!
"Run!" Thomas shouted as a lightning bolt struck right next to him. He ran as hard as he could, but his legs were shaking. He had just seen Winston struck by a lightning bolt, and couldn't get the horrific image out of his head.
The building that they were running to continued to get closer, but it couldn't come closer fast enough. All of the Gladers were running as hard, and as fast as they could. All of them having lightning bolts striking the ground right next to them. After what seemed like forever, they finally reached the building. They ran through an opening in the wall, and just kept going to the back. Thomas and Minho were almost there when a lightning bolt struck.
"Ah!" Minho cried as the electricity hit right next to him, sending him to the ground.
"Minho!" Thomas shouted as his friend rolled around on the ground with his clothes on fire. He ran over, and helped put the fire out before grabbing a now unconscious Minho, and dragging him towards the building. Once he got in, the other Gladers swarmed around, and helped pull Minho farther in.
Frypan ran over to Thomas after the other Gladers had taken Minho. "What happened?" He asked, looking over at Minho.
"Lightning struck right next to him, and set him on fire," Thomas replied. He looked around, then felt a huge pit form in his stomach. "Where's Newt?"
Frypan looked around before his eyes went wide, and he felt the horror too. "I...I don't know."
"Newt!" Thomas half shouted. He didn't want to attract unwanted attention, but he needed to make sure that Newt was with them. "Newt!"
Frypan joined in, and soon the rest of the Gladers did too. The building was filled with the sound of Newt's name, but no Newt. Everyone was desperately searching through the building, and peering out the windows into the storm. But no sign of him.
"Not again," Thomas said to himself. Then he had an idea. 'Teresa,' he called out to her. He stood in the middle of the chaos, and concentrated on calling out to her. 'Teresa, please. Newt's missing again. We need your help. Please.' He waited. Still nothing. After a few more tries, he gave up. At least for now.
Thomas looked over at Minho to see him slowly sitting up, and rubbing his head. He hurried over to Minho, and knelt down by him.
"What the hell is going on?" Minho asked, slightly wincing.
"Newt," Thomas replied. "We can't find him."
Minho's face turned stone cold. He stopped rubbing his head, and stared at Thomas. "What do you mean you can't find him?"
The two just stared at eachother while the other Gladers ran around, calling for Newt. Pretty soon a heavy silence fell over the room. The Gladers had stopped calling, and were now looking to Thomas and Minho. The silence lasted for what seemed like forever. It continued to become heavier, and tenser. It truly was amazing how loud silence could be.
Just when things seemed like they couldn't get any more intense, a loud voice boomed over head, and a man jumped down through a hole in the ceiling. The Gladers backed away, and Tomas and Minho immediately stood up.
"Who are you?" Thomas asked.
"I'll be asking the questions around here," the man said. "Now who are all of you, and why were you making that awful racket?"
After exchanging glances with Minho, Thomas replied. "We're from WICKED, and one of us, Newt, is missing. We lost hi in the storm."
"Well, he's dead. So sorry for your loss. Now, you're from WICKED huh?"
"He's not dead!" Thomas nearly screamed.
"Minho put a hand on Thomas's shoulder. "Slim it, Shank. We can't close off that possibility."
"No. We thought he was last time, and he wasn't." Thomas was about to keep going when a girl walked out from the shadows. She was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen, (at least he was pretty sure she was). But then he remembered Teresa, and his heart sank.
"What seems to be the problem?" he girl asked, standing next to the man.
"These kids are from WICKED," the man half whispered. It was still loud enough for the Gladers to hear, though.
"We lost one of us in the storm," Thomas restated. This girl seemed like she might be the kind to help.
The girl turned back to face the Gladers. "And you think he's still alive?"
Thomas nodded. "Yeah. A similar thing happened a little while ago, but he was still alive.
"Well, I hate to break it to ya, but if you ever get lucky in life, it's only once."
"Brenda," the man said. "These kids are from WICKED."
The girl, Brenda, looked at the man, then turned back to the Gladers. "Will you excuse us for a moment? Jorge here, and I need to talk. We'll be right back." The two turned, and walked off, leaving the Gladers just standing there.
A few minutes later, Brenda and Jorge returned. (Jorge with a rather disappointed look on his face.) They exchanged a quick glance, then looked at the Gladers.
"We've decided to help you guys find your friend. If he's still alive," Brenda said.
"We leave first thing tomorrow morning," Jorge added. "You all can sleep here tonight. Just try to stay quiet, and away from the windows."
With that, Brenda and Jorge left once again. The Gladers piled up all the way against the back wall, and squeezed together as the night went from cold to freezing. Thomas found it strange how it was too hot to travel in the day, yet it was freezing cold at night. The world really had been messed up.
"SQUEAK! SQUEAK!"
Newt's eyes slowly opened as he was woken up by a horrendously high pitched squeaking. An old light was hanging from the ceiling on an old, squeaky chain. 'Why must I always wake up to the most annoying, bloody noises?' Newt thought as a sharp pain shot through his head. 'Hold on a minute.'
Newt opened his eyes all the way, and as he started taking in his surroundings, a burning pain filled his shoulders. Out of pure instinct, his feet found the floor, and he stood up all the way. The burning in his shoulders receded, though they were still sore. His back was against a wall, and his arms were stretched out and chained to the wall. He wondered how long he had been hanging there, but decided that wasn't important at the moment. What was important was that he had been captured, again. But what was even more important was that he had no idea how many Gladers had survived the storm. Especially Winston. He assumed not, though. The poor kid didn't stand a chance.
He took his mind away from the depressing thought, and went back to his surroundings. Plain, gray wall that were covered in dirt. A concrete floor that had holes, cracks, dirt, and other carious things scattered across it. An old, torn, filthy piece of furniture that had probably once been a couch was pushed up against one of the walls, and...Wait...It couldn't be.
A girl was chained to the opposite wall, straight across from Newt, and in the same position as him. But it wasn't just any girl. She was still unconscious, but he knew exactly who she was. That beautiful, brown hair. The gorgeous tanned skin. The girl's eyelids slowly blinked open, revealing those amazing, chestnut eyes. She took a moment to get with it, and check out her surroundings. Then her eyes locked onto Newt's. They both stared at each other for a moment, completely shocked.
"Newt?" She said.
"Esther?"
So there's chapter one. A quick thing that I forgot to add is that this story is going to get a little graphic in future chapters, but if you could read or watch the Scorch Trials then you should be ok with this one. I just wanted to give a quick warning. Pleeeaaassse review! I love to get feedback. It helps so much. Thanks everybody!