Minho turned instantly. "Green go inside." He said. "Alby, stay with her."

For a second Minho believed the Leader might question his orders. Alby was in charge after all; if some one was going to deal with a mob of Gladers it should've been him. But hesitantly the dark-skinned boy shuffled back into the hut to stay with Green. He'd been a bit off since he'd woken up.

"I'm not hiding in here, this is my life we're fighting for." Green spat.

"Yah, well I might be able to reason with them. One look at you and those shanks won't give you a life to fight for at all." Minho snapped. He expected her to fight. If there was one thing he'd learned about the big haired, doe eyed girl it was that she wasn't quick to give in. But Minho was just as stubborn. He shot her an intense glare.

"Green you're staying in there. I'll shucking kill you before I let those slintheads kill you." She opened her mouth. "Don't push me, blondie."

Green crossed her arms and slunk back into the hut.

"Thomas, Newt, come on." Minho grumbled.

Together the golden trio marched towards the mob. Gally, Zart, Winston and Graham led the group. It was them that Minho began yelling at.

"Hey Gally, little early for you to be out and about, don't you think shank?" Minho snarled.

"Cut the crap Minho. We all know what's about to happen."

"Why are you doing this Gally?" Thomas asked.

"Oh slim it Greenie. Everything changed the moment you showed up. I'm still sure you've got something to do with all of this."

Thomas peered behind the Builder to the mob. "You drug Chuck into this?" He demanded.

"Ya, the kid's allowed to have a say in his freedom."

"You have no right—"

"Careful Greenie." Gally warned.

"We can talk this through." Newt said in an oh-so-Newt type of way. "We'll call a gathering, discuss this all again."

"There can't be more than 40 minutes before the little watch on the shankette's wrist beeps. Once that happens there'll be nothing left to talk about."

"K, how 'bout instead you all turn your butts around before I kick the klunk out of each one of you?" Minho suggested.

Gally glared at the Runner, "You're not half as intimidating as you think you are."

"Oh really?" Minho asked before cocking his fist and sailing it right into his freckled cheek. He hit Gally with a loud crack! And the boy stumbled back at least 3 steps.

"Damn it Minho! How can you be so shucking blind? There are 50 of us and, what, like 5 of you? Give it up!"

Minho turned around, across the glade and through the darkness his eyes locked with Green's.

He gave her a small smile. She needed to know she had some one looking out for her. "Never." He grumbled under his breath.

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She knew it wasn't going to end well. There was no compromise to be struck.

She could've surrendered. What did she have left to live for? A shitty job with employers that tried to have her killed? An empty home with scarring memories of a family that had all passed away? The open lands of the Earth ravished by the sun and disease?

If she were a different kind of person—a better kind of person—she would've just surrendered. They were lost souls trying to survive just like her. She harbored no resentment for them. They were immature idiots who buried her last living family member in an open tomb with little to no respect, but they weren't the ones who killed him.

If she were a better kind of person she would let them kill her so they could go free. The voice in the back of her head told her to let go—is your life worth their freedom?

But she wasn't a better kind of person. She was stubborn and prideful and arrogant. She was curious and adventurous and brave. She wasn't a better person at all. And neither was Minho. Through the darkness of the Glade their eyes locked.

Understanding passed through both of them. Green was not to give up. She was going to fight to the very last moment.

She smiled, a real genuine smile. She might be alone, but she had support. Some one wanted her alive.

Her hand snaked towards the knife in her jean waste band. Her fingers stopped right where they should've met the soft rubber covered handle, but there was nothing there.

"What the—"

A hand clamped down on her mouth. She screamed out but the noises were muffled and impossible to make out. "Shhhh." The knife was at her throat. It was Ably; she could see the dark skinned hand in the bottom of her vision.

She wanted to scream at him, call him a dirty traitor and spit in his face. Instead she locked her ankle and drove her heel back into his shin. He cried out in pain loosing his hold on her just enough for Green to slam her elbow into his stomach. He doubled over and she spun from his grasp.

"What the hell?" She cried.

There he was, crouching over himself, her knife clutched in his hand. He didn't respond, but his eyes shifted up to meet hers.

"It's not personal." Is all he muttered before pouncing at the girl. She dodged easily, but his fist caught her cheek. She winced, letting her guard down for long enough for him to throw her against the wall and pin her there. The knife was pressed against her neck again.

"Why Alby?" She croaked.

Through grit teeth he spoke to her, "As much as I hate to say it, that slinthead Gally is right. W-we can't live here any longer Green." Alby was desperate for her to understand. His eyes flicked back and forth between hers, pleading for forgivness.

"Don't do this." She managed, "You're better than this Alby."

Alby shook his head. Tears pooled just under his eyes, "I can't do this anymore Green. I can't be in charge of the lives of 50 shanks. Every kid here looks to me. Every shuck Greenie. I-I never wanted this job. Nick was perfect, Nick always knew what to do."

"Yeah well he's dead and you're in charge. And do you think Ai… I mean, Nick would've killed a girl to take the easy way out?" Green shouted.

"Nick would've done what's best for the Glade!" Alby cried, pressing the knife harder into her neck. She felt warm blood drip down and collect at her collarbone. A small stinging feeling webbed its way across her skin.

"Nick wouldn't kill some one! Not even if it meant letting 50 people go free! Life meant something to him!"

"I'm not letting my friends suffer any longer! Their lives mean something to me!" He shouted.

There was no conversation to be had. Green couldn't reason with him, and she couldn't escape him.

"I hope you see me every fucking night in your nightmares, you son of a bitch." She spat right into his eye. She wanted to be brave and go with dignity but her heart was beating so fast. Her blood boiled with anger and her brain was muddled with conflicting thoughts.

Tell him its ok. Tell him you understand. Scream in his face. Kick him in the nuts. Let go, it's not worth it. Tell him you forgive him. Tell him to burry you next to Aiden. Don't let go. Fight him, Fight them all.

She didn't want to die.

Oh God, she didn't want to die.

"Bloody hell Alby!"

Green had never been so happy to hear a British accent.

"Newt get him off me!" She pleaded.

"Alby, let her go." Newt insisted.

"We're not losing this opportunity. Not when we're so close to freedom." Alby yelled over his shoulder. Suddenly there were more people at the door, Green could see them in the corner of her eye.

"Alby you slinthead! Get off her!" It was Minho. Some one was holding him back.

"Do it Alby c'mon." It was Gally.

"C'mon Alby!"

She wouldn't go out this way. She couldn't.

Alby looked behind him. His eyes shifted from Glader to Glader. Some of them cried for him to stop, some of them cheered like they were watching a game, a few looked away quietly.

This was the worst possible way to go. She didn't want to end it like this.

She wouldn't go out this way. She couldn't.

She took his hesitation as an oppetunity. Green grit her teeth and drove her knee into his crotch. Alby grunted in pain and released her immediately. She kicked him hard in the stomach and then again in the jaw.

Suddenly she was free. She surged forward with a burst of hope and aderneline, only to meet the gaze of the crowd in front of her. Newt, Minho and Thomaswere each held by a different Glader and the door way was entirely blocked off. She was surrounded. Her heart sank.

Alby groaned in pain on the floor.

"There's no way out." Gally said as her eyes met his.

"Let us go you shucking shucks! I swear I should've drug you all out to the Grievers!" Minho yelled as he struggled against Gally and Graham's grasps.

She looked at her watch. 32 minutes left. She'd never make it.

"It's over girly. Time to go." Gally spoke again. His voice was almost regrettable, as if he hadn't been the driving force behind the campaign for her death.

Then she did something that surprised her self.

"Fine." Green surrendered. "Take me. I'm done fighting."

"Green no. Don't you dare give up." Minho spat.

"You can't do this Gally! Have some bloody humanity!" Newt cried.

"Slim it Newt. She's giving her self up." Gally bit.

"Like hell she's giving herself up. It's another shucking trick." Graham warned Gally.

"Don't you dare touch her Gally!" Minho continued to shout.

Green stepped forward. "I-I don't want to be trapped when I die. I want it to e quick and painless and I don't want to feel suffocated. Alby pinning me against a wall… that's not the way I wanted to go." She picked up the knife Alby had dropped and walked over to Gally. He extended his hand to her.

"I'll make it painless darlin'"

She forced a smile, "Do good things out there in the real world."

"Green I swear to God…" Minho trailed, but Green tuned him out.

The knife felt heavy in her hand. The world tunneled around Gally's extended arm. She would give him the knife and she would die.

Green sighed. Before Gally could blink she reared back her hand and drove the knife straight through his palm.

"MOTHERSHUCKER!" Gally wailed.

"Yah? FUCK YOU!" Green screamed sticking her middle finger in his face.

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Green yanked the knife from his hand and Gally collapsed to the ground in pain. Everyone moved at once. With Gally out of the picture Minho pounced on Graham. Newt struggled against Frypan who wasn't trying to hard to hold him back, and Green was frozen in place.

Thomas shoved Ben to the ground and kicked him in the ribs hard. With his hands free he turned to Green.

She was a deer in headlights. Her eyes were wide and her skin was void of color. She hadn't planned that. She didn't have a next move.

"Run!" Thomas screamed to her. He shoved two people next to him to the side and forcefully cleared a small path for her. "Run!"

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Green pushed through a dozen Gladers. One of them tried to grab her but she swung her fist into his eye. Another lunged but she round house kicked him in the neck.

And then there was open space in front of her. She didn't look she just ran. Her feet pouned against the floor and her heart pounded in her ears. Adrenaline flowed through her body like oxygen in her blood. Green couldn't help but smile. If she was going to die tonight then this is how she would want to go: in a blaze of cruse words and glory.

24 minutes.

She cut left and cut towards the Deadheads. She could sense people running behind her and she could barely register them at all. They were background noise.

Her feet led her to the tree line. She broke through it fast; branches cracked under her weight. Twigs snatched at her clothes as she weaved in an out of the pines but she ignored it all.

She considered climbing a tree or going to Nick's tomb to say goodbye but both of those were like admitting defeat.

Green was still in it to win.

She veered right. Her feet carried her out of the woods and towards the gardens.

21 minutes.

She crashed through the garden. Tomato poles toppled behind her. She kicked up at least 40 plants and destroyed a family of basil.

Some one was right behind her; it was a runner, Leo. In a few more steps he would catch her.

Green darted to the left, forcing her way into the small shed. With out stopping she snatched a large shovel and swung it behind her with a quick spin. The flat metal side contacted Leo's head with a satisfying crack!

He crumpled behind her.

Still she ran. The wind pressed against her face. She'd never felt so alive.

Green passed the animal's pens. She jumped the fence and opened the gate on the other side as she passed through, letting the cows, sheep and pigs run free.

18 minutes.

She barged through the kitchen and hopped over a table. Some one tripped over them self right behind her. Their hand grabbed for her ankle but she dodged them.

She jumped through the window she's escaped from just about 12 hours ago and rolled on the ground. Her eyes locked on the Maze door.

16 minutes left.

She could do it; she could hide in the maze for 16 minutes. She could make it out!

Green picked up her pace. She poured her speed into her legs.

"Argh!" She cried out as a body slammed into her, pulling her to the ground. In a panic she swung her fist wildly. Her heart was beating in her ears. Green screamed at her attacker, her fist made contact with his chin.

"Hey! Stop!"

Her vision cleared, "Minho!" She breathed in relief. "What are you doing? How did you get free?"

"C'mon!" He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, ignoring her question and yanking her to her feet.

"Where are Thomas and Newt?"

"This way. Come on!" He pulled her behind him as they ran.

3 boys were right behind them.

"Green, throw your knife." Minho yelled as they ran, "Just graze one of em."

"I can't run and throw!"

"Yes you can." Minho told her.

She swallowed hard. She spun around so she was running backwards. Minho held her shoulder, leading her in the right direction.

With the thin blade in hand she cocked back her arm and released it. The knife went sailing right past the middle boy's head. He flinched as the blade sliced a thin line across his cheekbone. His hands flew to his face and the other boys stopped to make sure he was ok.

Minho didn't even look back to see if she's done it or not. She suppressed her smile.

In front of them Thomas and Newt stood right next to the box.

"You're going to get in and we'll hold them off till it goes down." Minho said between breaths.

Suddenly some one ripped her from Minho. She tumbled to the ground, surrounded by a fog of dust and legs. There was grass in her mouth. Gally was on top of her. He slammed his fist into her cheek and pinned her to the hard floor.

Minho lunged for her but Graham stepped in front of him. The Slicer elbowed Minho in the jaw and grabbed him by his collar.

"Green!" Thomas called to her. Suddenly half a dozen Gladers were in front of them. The duo threw a few useless punches but was quickly overtaken. The attackers pinned their arms behind their backs. Thomas struggled and screamed, Newt tried to reason with them but all of it did no good.

"I would've felt bad doing this if you didn't stab me in my shucking hand." Gally snarled to Green as he finally secured her against the ground. She strained against his grasp on her wrist only to have him squeeze tighter.

"I would've felt bad if I left without giving you something to remember me by." She stabbed at him.

"And that was the best thing you could think of? What about something a little sweeter?" he asked with a fake pouty face.

"Get the fuck off me!" Green cried.

"No. No playing this time. I'm going to kill you." Gally said matter-of-factly.

She jolted her back forward and managed to loosen Gally's grip on her wrists. They rolled around for a few minutes before Gally found his way back on top. This time he pressed his knee into her rib cage. He smashed his fist into her face again and again and again.

Her head swam.

She kneed him in the groin but he was able to ignore the pain. She spat in his eye and bit his hand when he covered her mouth but still nothing. He had no weapon but that didn't stop him from beating her senselessly. Another punch to the jaw, an elbow to the eye socket, his knuckles slamming against her nose.

Then his hands were off her wrists and around her throat. She clawed at his face, she managed to rip of lines of his skin even, but he didn't let go. Her air pipe closed. The world around her darkened. The image of Gally's face above her began to blur.

Echoy voices called her name from different parts of the Glade. They reached for her but everyone who wanted to save her was too far away.

Some one slammed into Gally, shoving him to the floor.

Sweet breaths of relief filled her lungs. She coughed and sputtered, forcing herself to sit up.

It was Jeff! The Medjack rolled around with Gally on the grass.

Green took the opportunity to look around her. Graham and Minho were locked in hand to hand, both of them were very skilled fighters. Thomas struggled against a group of Builders and Newt was desperately begging everyone to stop fighting. He would throw a punch and then try to reason with the person he's just hit.

Green's attention returned to Gally. He flung Jeff off of him and knocked him unconscious.

"Jeff!" Green cried as he collapsed to the ground. Blood dripped next to her eyes. Her face throbbed.

Gally scrambled to his feet and ran towards her. She met him with a fist to his gut and foot to his jaw. He grunted in pain and shoved her backwards. Green caught her balance and dodged a punch of him. She grabbed his arm, twisted it backwards and kicked out his legs so he was on his knees.

He sweeped out her feet and threw her over his head. His boot came down on her face and she screamed in agony.

Gally grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her to her feet by it. He drug her towards the box and the mob of Gladers.

"Some one give me a damn knife." Gally heaved. Blood poured from his nose. His eyes were swelling. "I'm ending this right now."

Green struggled against his grasp but he had a firm hold on her locks. She swung at his legs but nothing fazed him.

"GREEN!" Minho screamed. He began running towards her.

"Give me a knife!" Gally ordered. All of the Gladers hesitated.

"Puhleeassee! Stop! You can't do this!" Green cried. Her eyes met each of the boy's. Tears and blood swirled together and ran down her cheeks. "Please some body help me!" She screamed so loud her voice gave out half way through. Snot dripped from her nose.

"Give me that!" Gally ordered, snatching a knife from some boy's hand. Green managed to get on to her feet in a squatting position but Gally lurched his hand to his body sharply. He yanked hard on her hair causing her to cry out and fall back on to her butt. She dug her nails into his arm. "God damn it!" He yelled, loosing his grip.

She smashed her barefoot into his shin and scrambled away.

Graham was on top of Minho choking him.

Suddenly Gally's hands were on her shoulders, he forced her onto her back and pushed back her chin with his boot, exposing her body.

He raised his knife above his head with a sadistic victory smile.

Her heart stopped. Everything around her crashed as she realized that her fight was over. She'd lost.

Tears poured from her eyes but she didn't sob. She took a deep breath, her last breath, and muttered her final words.

"I-I'll save y-you a spot in… hell… bastard." Green managed before he drove the knife straight towards her chest.

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Thank you for the reviews! And all the support? Should I continue now that the 12 hours are up? Is Green dead? How are Minho, Thomas and Newt going to react? Will things go back to normal? Let me know if you want these question answered! Thank you though so much to everyone who has favorited and followed. Please please pleaaassseee give me feedback so I know what you all are thinking! Let me know how you feel and if you want more! I didn't plan on continuing after the 12 hours so give me ur opinion.