Hello. I don't know how to start things off, so let's just say I had multiple sleepovers and a LOT of guests coming over by the time this is posted. So, yeah. Also, I have a lot of chores, so that isn't helping.
Anyone who read my only other story so far... You may not like what I will say in that story. Sorry.
Well, let's jump right on into the... action?
Sorry, that was just a new intro that REALLY didn't work. At all.
I jolted awake as alarms blared in my ears. "Take Thomas over to that room." Janson? What's going on? "They're going to come for him, and I do not want Thomas to leave this building. And you better not let him out of this building, for your sake."
They? Everything clicked into place as the alarms continued. They're coming for me! Pulling and yanking, I tried my best to break free when the door slid open and soldiers entered my room.
"Stop struggling or I will shoot you!" I froze as the soldier aims the electric gun at me, the gun whining as it turned on. The other soldiers got to work on my restraints, trying to take it off.
Teresa runs into the room, looking around frantically before seeing me. "Thomas!" She runs up to me and I feel something drop into my hand. "There's something I need to tell you!"
"Hey!" Teresa jumps, backing up as she sees the soldier's gun trained on her. "Don't move!" Teresa stops, her eyes meeting mine. "Check her."
She swallowed nervously as the soldiers examined her pockets and clothing for any weapons or anything suspicious. I use this opportunity to look at the thing in my hand. It was some sort of container that could fit into the syringes that WCKD had, but it didn't contain the blue liquid that I was used to seeing. I couldn't see any liquid, actually.
I stuffed it into the pocket of my pants, thankful that I have pants with pockets on. The pocket I could easily reach within my restraints, which was a blessing to me, easily hid the tube that was in it, which I was also thankful for. I scanned the soldiers, seeing if any of them saw what I did.
One of the soldiers was standing in the back, with blue sleeves, out of view of the others, and gave me a thumbs up when none of the others were looking. I visibly relaxed, but then a rather obvious question popped into my mind as I thought about how my friends were doing. How long was I out?!
I had no way of telling at this point, and I couldn't ask anyone because the soldiers were back untying me, making sure that I couldn't run away once they were done. The cold metal of an electric gun nudged the back of my head, and I gulped, nervously keeping all of my axtions non threatening. The blue sleeved soldier grabbed my hands and pulled them behind my back, cuffing them and pushing me forward.
I couldn't tell which of my friends were the soldier who gave me a thumbs up, but they walked behind me, constantly observing every turn and detail. Then I suddenly had this fear that something happened to Teresa, and I glanced over my shoulder. Teresa wasn't cuffed, but as I was looking back she was being guided down a different hallway.
The only sounds I could hear were the blaring alarms and the soldiers' footsteps, and occasionally we would pass another group of soldiers. Then sounds of gunshots and yelling could be heard from ahead, and I faltered when memories resurfaced. Newt screaming at me to kill him, Winston shooting himself, running through the burning streets trying to stay alive, and escaping WCKD with Newt and Minho.
At that time we were passing two soldiers, one with red sleeves and one with green sleeves, and they nodded to the blue sleeved soldier behind me. A hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back, unlocking the cuffs while the other two shot at the three other soldiers that were escorting me someplace. I was dragged through the hallway, going somewhere I didn't know we were heading, before taking a right and running into two soldiers. It wouldn't have been a problem, but Janson was there with them. And he was clearly pissed off.
Janson pulled out his trusty pistol and fired without hesitation, hitting red sleeves in the shoulder, inciting the rest of us that had guns to pull them out. Green sleeves pulled out their own pistol and began firing, the blue sleeved ally quickly shooting and the red sleeved ally running away, dragging me along until I got the message and started running. I could hear the gunshots echoing behind me as I ran, running like cranks were behind me.
I could still hear Janson shouting and thundering footsteps, and I could tell that my legs were out of shape. I was panting hard and my legs were already burning, my lungs feeling like they were on fire. Red sleeves was running besides me, the shoulder wound bleeding out. "Come on, Thomas!" Gally?
I wanted to ask so many questions, starting with How long was I gone for? But everything hurt, Janson was still behind us, and we couldn't spare any time or breath. Gally was clutching the bullet wound, ripping off some cloth in an effort to stop the bleeding.
Some soldiers cut us off at the other end of the hallway, leaving us at an intersection to turn right or left, and I turned right in blind panic, hearing the elextric guns firing and the ammunition whizzing past me. A fading pair of footsteps alerted me that Gally had turned left instead, and that I was left alone. Well, not completely alone, as blue sleeves and green sleeves came running right with me as well.
Green sleeves was fast, catching up to me in no time at all. Either that, or I was out of shape. Definitely the latter. Blue sleeves would have caught up to me if they weren't turning around and shooting at the soldiers chasing us. One soldier was shot in the chest, another the leg, and a third in the stomach, the fourth being grazed at the side. That left us with three soldiers and Janson chasing us down hallways.
I turned around only once and never again, with green sleeves yelling, "Quick, turn here!" Minho. My breaths seemed to leave too quick as I turned left with Minho, blue sleeves following soon after.
I could see an elevator in front of us, and my body screamed to sit down, but Minho guided me over to the stairs. I had no time to think, for a bullet whizzed past my head, almost hitting Minho in the head. Blue sleeves shot one of the soldiers in the chest, killing the man instantly.
Ava came to mind, falling to the ground and laying there lifelessly. I probably had slowed down, for Minho was screaming in my face and blue sleeves had caught up, pushing me and yelling as well. I couldn't recognize the voice, but I didn't care at this point since they were helping me.
I stumbled down the stairs and slipped, falling. I flailed for any support, only for the railing to slip through my hand and I was rolling down the flight of stairs, crashing into the railing as blue sleeve shot at the soldiers and Minho pulled me up, pulling out his own gun and shooting as well, yelling at me to leave.
I was dizzy and swaying to the side, and then I caught Janson's eye. His eyes were ablaze with fury, and after that I found myself running faster than I ever had before, almost flying down the steps. Minho was running behind me, grabbing his right arm and his gun dropping to the floor.
As I reached the end of the steps, one of the soldiers fell off the stairs and onto the floor in front of me. My foot hit the corpse and I crashed to the ground, bouncing back up in a flash and scrambling away from the body. Minho was in front of me, pulling me up and pushing me forward. "Head for the entrance! Go!"
I stumbled and swayed, not sure where the entrance was. Is it that door, or the door that's more secluded? I had no idea which door Minho was talking about, so I looked back to see what Minho thought.
Minho wasn't there. Only Janson, running after me and calling out my name. "Thomas?!" I couldn't breathe, my legs wanted to run but my brain wanted to freeze, and everything seemed to fall in on itself.
I tried to take in more air, but I felt like my lungs wouldn't take in that air and my legs wanted to run, run away from Janson, run away from everything that reminded me of WCKD and start anew.
Not as Thomas, but as someone else. But I had to choose one door or the other.
The glass doors were in front, and I could see grass and flowers and birds chirping. But the birds weren't corpses and were flying, the grass and flowers too alive and everything about it didn't make sense. So I chose the brown door, the one that seemed normal and out of the way.
I pulled it open and without thinking about it, I jumped. Nothing was underneath me for a second, and I thought I would die, that my body would crash into the ground as lifeless as Newt and Ava. Then I began rolling down and down a hill.
I slowed down as the ground leveled out, and I looked up to see where I was. It was sandy and burning hot, just like the first day out in the Scorch. The air wasn't stale but fresh, and I smiled at how good it felt to finally relax and be able to sleep. Then the door, which was already open, banged against the wall.
I saw Alby, confident and standing tall, like before he was stung. Then I saw Teresa, her eyes sending me a sorrowful look, her jaw set tight, her stance unconfident but sure, like she couldn't handle my reaction yet felt like she did the right thing. Then I saw Janson staring at me, his jaw clenched as his eyes lit up with rage, his body language confident and sure of himself, and butterflies fluttered frantically in my stomach. Then Janson flickered out, and I saw Minho yelling at me to get up and going.
Blades slicing through the air and an engine roaring got my tired head to look past where I landed. A Berg was landing, stirring up sand, and people began running out of it. I recognized Aris and Vince and Brenda, but the other two were strangers.
The male had not dark but not exactly light brown hair, with the tips the color of sand, and his eyes were a bright and vibrant green. The girl's hair was completely blond, her eyes a much more darker blue. I hated them, I wanted them to go away, to stay away. I backed away from them, not wanting anything to do with those two.
Then I heard a thud and turned around, hoping that Minho had just dropped a bag or something. But Minho was on the ground, rolling down the hill, his body jerking as he was electrocuted. A soldier was running down the hill, aiming his gun at us and getting closer to shoot.
Brenda and Vince grasped at my arms and pulled me onto my feet, getting me to run away. "Go and get Minho!" The strangers, thank the universe, nodded and followed Vince's order, grabbing Minho by the arms and dragging him towards the Berg.
I ran a bit before falling to the ground, my legs so tired that I couldn't even support myself anymore. Brenda yelped and Vince grunted, both of them doing their best to get me to the Berg. My bare feet felt the floor shift from hot, soft sand to cold, hard metal, and the last view I had of Minho was the strangers having dragged Minho to the entrance of the Berg and the soldier getting closer to the Berg. A blur, which I think was Aris, ran past me to hopefully help the strangers with Minho.
Gunshots rang through the air once Brenda and Vince had set me down on one of the seats in the Berg, and Brenda grabbed a pistol off her belt as she, too rushed out of the Berg. Aris and the strangers dragged Minho onto the bench opposite me and they, too left the Berg, guns in hand. After they left, all that could be heard was the occasional gunshot. The silence was torturing me, and every gunshot could be one of my friends dying by Janson's hands. I silently hoped that Janson was the one receiving the bullet, wishing that I could be there to see his body collapse onto the floor.
Gally limped onto the Berg, applying pressure on his bullet wound, Brenda helping to disinfect it. I have no idea how Gally had managed to get out of the building, and I was too spent to care. I leaned my head back and took a deep breath, hoping that Teresa made it out okay.
Honestly, I just wanted bygones to be bygones and just wanted everyone to make it out alive. Except for Janson. Yeah, Janson was an exception. But I didn't want to kill anyone else. I want everyone to be able to live another day.
But that will never happen as long as the Flare is out there. I sigh and run a hand through my hair, realizing that it was pretty clean despite not having woken up to clean myself. Actually, everything was really clean. Except for the sand, everything was cleaner than they should be if I was never taken out of my restraints.
So I was there long enough to be cleaned. That doesn't help at all. It was so hard to breathe, feeling like it took all of my energy just to take a breath. Gally took sat next to me, flinching as he gently lowered himself onto the bench.
"Hey, you doing all right?" I couldn't respond. I was out of shape and I wasn't able to do anything but breathe. Gally snapped in front of my face. As if that's going to make me feel better.
"Gally!" Vince said something else, but I didn't pay attention. Everything was blurry and darker than it should be, like shadows were covering the entire place. My eyelids felt like they were moving through syrup, and I forced my eyelids to come back up again, fearing the darkness. Fearing I wouldn't wake up again.
I think Brenda came back. Or was it blue sleeves? Maybe Frypan? Or it could be Newt—Oh.
At first, it felt like the hole already in my chest was widening painfully, trying its best to make me suffer. But then I just felt hollow, and numb. It took longer to blink, and even longer to just breathe. Arms wrapped around me, lifting me off the bench and onto a mattress?
The strangers peered down at me, their faces flooding with pity. Anger pooled in my gut. What do they know? What, am I something to pity now, to feel bad about and then help out just because I look PITIFUL? DO I LOOK HELPLESS TO THEM?!
My breaths quickened, as my lungs felt deprived of oxygen. Seems like nowadays I'm having lots of trouble getting oxygen. The gunshots became louder, as if they were right outside the Berg. I don't exactly understand what happened, as I sort of drifted off.
The Berg made it out with little problems, though a handful of soldiers had gotten on. The soldiers were on our team, though I still feel wary about the strangers that carried Minho, which I am going to call the Sand Twins. They just give off this weird vibe, and the female kept looking at her nails and feet, like she was anticipating something to happen in those areas.
"Thomas?" I rapidly blinked, pushing away some of my fatigue, focusing on Teresa. She held out her hand to me, waiting for me to do something. "The capsule. I need it."
I tried to get my hand to pull it out, but all I managed to do was lift my hand a few centimeters, and I felt like a failure. I swallowed, preparing my sore throat for speech. "In...po—et..."
Teresa leaned forward, moving a hand behind her ear. Heat rushed to my face, and I fought to push it down while also fighting to stay awake and to breathe normally. "Pock...et."
"Oh!" Teresa stufffed a hand down one pocket, moving it around before pulling it out, having picked the wrong pocket. She stuffed it down the other one and fished out the capsule, the inside rather...empty, really. "Just wait here, Thomas. I just need to grab something."
Teresa sped off to another part of the Berg -which is WAY bigger than I remember it being- with the capsule in hand. Brenda, whom had longer hair and cleaner clothes/skin, walked up to me. I realized then that everyone was cleaner and more...fresh, for lack of a better word.
She gave me a small smile, and everyone that could stand was soon surrounding me, feeding the small fear from all the attention and lack of space. "Hey, Thomas." I opened my mouth to say something, blinking from the dust in the air—"Goodnight, Thomas."
I was caught off guard. What? Everyone was walking around with some sheets and something for the head, like a comfy bag or a bundle of extra sheets, laying on the benches and huddling close for sleep. I was the only one left all alone on my own bench, a comfy sheet beneath my head and another over me. "Go-Goodnight," I replied.
The lights turned off after a couple of minutes, and the only noises one could hear afterwards was that of people shuffling and turning, complaining about room or the blankets sometimes. But it was mostly silent, giving Thomas perfectly ample time to contemplate what happened.
What did Teresa want to get? Closing my eyes tight, I went through everything that I could remember, trying to make sense of what happened. But everything after Brenda said "Hey, Thomas." was a complete blank.
I sighed silently, not wanting to wake anyone else up. I closed my eyes and let my worn out body finally get some rest. Hands chased me again in this dream, trying to drag me someplace where my friends couldn't reach me. But I outran them the entire time, feeling as if freedom was in my hands.
Until Teresa tripped me. Then I woke up, a light gasp echoing through the Berg. I felt angry at Teresa, feeling betrayed again as I could still feel the hands grabbing my legs, arms, torso, dragging me away somewhere I don't want to be. It was just a dream. She didn't actually trip me and basically hand me over to the hands.
But I still couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal.
Hello, this chapter was a bit longer than the others. Yay! Anyways, I really enjoy weiting this story and hope to continue this as well as write a new story. So, expect more chapters in the future.
I'll see you all in the next chapter. Or story, whichever.
Poem 1:
Roses are red
My lips are blue
Death is coming
But I love you
Poem 2:
Your blood is red
Violets are blue
I am coming
I still love you
Poem 3:
Your blood is red
Your lips are blue
Death loves you, still
But I hate you
End of Poems
Were my poems great? Say so in the review which one is your favorite so far, and what you think of them.
P.S. I would love to hear your theories of the meaning behind the poems, so if you want to, write what you think the poem is saying.
