A/N: Hola mi amigos! Here I am again, with the next chapter. Just to put this out there, y'all are going to have to wait to see what became of Aidan and Lee. *Maniacal evil laugh*. But don't worry. I'll try not to make this chapter too boring. Hehe. *grins*
Jemjnz: First off,I wanna thank you for being the very first reviewer. THANK YOU SO MUCH! *happy smile* and as for Aidan and Lee, well, we'll have to wait and see. Hey, that rhymed!
Dis.: I don't own TMR.
Kyra:
I'd been in the kitchen when it happened. I heard some boy's blood curling scream, followed by my brother's plea for help. I immediately dropped the herbs I was bringing Frypan, and dashed out. I was greeted by a horrifying sight.
A young boy, not much older that Aidan had him pinned on the ground. Aidan was flailing aimlessly, trying to it the other boy, but missing the target multiple times. The boy was screaming beside Aidan's ears. Aidan's screams of pure agony joined his. As I stood frozen with horror, the boy wrapped his fingers around Aidan's throat, and began to squeeze. I snapped out of my shock, and ran forward to help, but I knew I was too far away to reach in time. Just when I thought it'd be too late, Thomas came from nowhere and tackled the boy. He shoved him off of Aidan, who grabbed his throat, and started running away. I reached Thomas, who had the other boy on the ground, just as the walls began to close for the night. Newt came running up to us, along with Lee, Minho and Zart.
"What the heck just happened?" Zart asked, no one in particular.
"This idiot attacked Aidan." I pointed towards the boy, my voice filled with spite. Minho still had his runner's outfit on, his knife kept in the pack. Before anyone could speculate further, on what exactly happened, Lee grabbed Minho's knife from his pack, and started sprinting towards the west door. It was then that I realized the full, horrifying truth.
Aidan had run into the maze.
I cried out his name, knowing only too well that he couldn't hear me. The trauma of the attack must've hurt him badly. I started running after Lee, and I knew that the others were following me.
I repeatedly yelled Aidan's name, but he showed no response. Despair clung to me like a cold blanket, as I realized how helpless I was. The doors were almost shut. Lee was the only one who was close enough to make it. She must have realized this too, because she put on more speed, and entered the doors. She squeezed through, just as the walls shut for the night, trapping my blind brother inside the deadly maze.
I didn't know what came over me. I didn't stop running. My vision was going blank.
What I hadn't noticed was the box hole right in front of me. I could vaguely hear someone screaming my name, but my momentum was too much.
My brain registered the warning too late. I saw the blackness of the hole menancingly stare back at me as my next step hit nothing. My arms grasped onto air as I plunged into the hole.
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Kyra:
Pain.
That was the first thing that I felt. It coursed through my body, making my vision go red. But I got my mind around the pain, I realized one thing.
I wasn't dead.
Someone had grabbed me by the arms, just as I had fallen. I was hanging in the void, kept from death only by whoever had saved me. Panic started welling up in my throat, as I came face to face with what I was just about to do.
The person started pulling me up, and now that my mind had cleared, I understood what a drastic step I had been about to take. I needed to survive. For Aidan. I hadn't been thinking straight. And it had nearly cost me my life.
The person yanked me out of the hole, onto the grass. I could feel them collapse beside me, panting. I started breathing heavily, considering what the outcome of my idiotic task might've been. "What the HELL Kyra! Could you not see what was in front of you?" I heard Newt's voice, panting. So he was the one who'd kept me from being chopped in half. I threw my arms around him, sobbing. I didn't want to speak just yet. Today's events had taken their toll on me. Emotions overwhelmed my mind, and I struggled to stay conscious. I was hyperventilating now, and Newt must've realized that, because he didn't pressurize me to explain. He spoke kind words, none of which got past the ringing in my ears.
I pulled away. "Newt, I'm so sorry! I didn't know what I was doing. Aidan, he just… I was so shocked, I swear, I didn't mean to. Please, please forgive me." I cried into my hands. I didn't want to seem like a damsel in front of all these people, but everything had happened so fast. I had been so close to death. I couldn't possibly mess things up more.
I looked up, my vision blurry from tears. Thomas was at the walls and pounding against it, yelling Lee's name. He sunk to his knees, sobbing. He, like me, knew that there was no way that Aidan and Lee were going to make it. He'd lost someone today, just like I had. That made the tears fall faster.
"Hey, it's okay. Just calm down." Newt said. I could barely manage a nod. He sat beside me, as I cried my eyes out for Aidan.
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I sat leaning against a tree, facing the west wall. I understood why Lee hadn't wanted to take her eyes off the door, the night Thomas and Minho had been stuck in the maze. All the pain and sadness I had felt earlier was now gone, replaced by a sort of hollowness inside me. I threw a rock, watching it bounce once before settling on the grass.
"Hey." I heard a voice behind me. I sighed. "Go away Newt. I don't wanna talk to anyone right now. Leave me alone."
He came over and sat beside me.
I rolled my eyes. "Why are you even here? Didn't you want me dead, just this morning?" I snapped. He laughed softly. "That isn't a bloody nice way of treating the person who saved you life." I turned to him. "Thank you for saving my life. Now go away."
"Can't do that." He said, "The other boys sent me here to console you." I raised an eyebrow. "In other words, they want you to make sure I don't do anything stupid." Newt looked sheepish. "I won't do anything like that Newt. That was momentary, because of the shock of what happened. It won't happen again."
I looked away from him. I was still hurt from the way he'd treated me in the morning, and after Aidan's loss, I just didn't feel like seeing anyone's face. Newt put one arm from behind me, and awkwardly patted my shoulder, with only his fingertips. I laughed bitterly. "This is your consoling?"
Newt looked down before saying, "I didn't mean to come off so cruel this morning. I wanted to apologize." When I didn't reply, he continued, "I was just so stressed out by what was going on, and I realized everything started after you came up, so I blamed you. I also realized, later on, that this wasn't actually your fault. It's all got to do with the buggin' Creators. I'm sorry."
I shrugged. "You don't have to apologize, Newt. It doesn't matter. Not now. I just lost my brother. Getting blamed for all the klunk going on around here is the last thing on my mind."
There was a moment of silence between us, before Newt said, "Ross."
"What?" I asked, slightly confused. "Ross, that's the name of the chap who attacked Aidan." I nodded, not really caring. Nonetheless, Newt continued. "You should've seen him. One minute he was struggling against us, and the next, he was looking around, confused. When he'd realized what he'd done, it hit him hard. He turned into something of an animal, shrieking, howling, and screaming. He was struggling against us like hell. We didn't know what else to do, so we threw him in the slammer. I checked on him before coming here. Still bawling his eyes out, he was." He rubbed his eyes, the way he did when he was stressed. "Was he… you know" I asked. Newt shook his head. "No, he wasn't stung. He didn't show any signs of a griever attack. He isn't even a runner, he's a slicer. The poor sod has never been out of the bloody glade. I really don't know what had gotten into him. You know, when he was screaming, it was hard to make out words, but I thought he might've been apologizing." He scratched the back of his neck. "I'm sure of anything anymore, to be frank. With all this havoc, it's hard to make sense of whatever is going on."
I nodded, but I knew none of this would bring back my brother. Newt must've understood my thoughts, because after a moment's pause, he said "You shouldn't give up on them so easily you know." echoing the words I had previously spoken to Lee. "They might make it. They're Mappers, they know the maze better than almost any of us."
"How come you're saying this, when not even three days ago, you insisted that no one could make it out of the maze?" Newt shook his head before replying. "That was before Tommy and Minho survived."
I laughed another small, bitter laugh. "Oh please Newt. Thomas and Minho were two fit sixteen-year-olds. Aidan is a kid. And to top it off, he's blind. Lee can't hold off a dozen grievers, now can she?" I paused, looking towards the big house, where I knew Thomas was, doing god-knows-what. "Thomas is luckier I suppose. Lee has a slight chance of coming out of that maze alive."
Newt scoffed. "You know you're lying to yourself if you think for a second that Lee will come through those doors without Aidan. She'd throw herself off one of the walls, if that meant saving him. No." Newt took me by the shoulders, turning me, so that I faced him. "They're gonna make it Kyra. I believe that, and it would be best if you did too. Don't give up on them."
He let go of my shoulders, and leaned against the tree beside my own. "Try and get some sleep. Trust me, sleep comes even when you don't think it will. When Aidan comes through those doors in the morning, I don't think he'll be pleased to see his sister looking like a zombie." With that, he closed his eyes, leaving me to ponder what he'd said. And now, thinking over everything he'd told me, I felt a sensation I hadn't felt even once, the whole day.
Hope.
A/N: So? How was it? Yay? Nay? The next chapter will probably be Aidan and Lee, in the maze, so there's gonna be some kick-buttowski action. Well, I'll try to make it kick-buttowski. I added some changes in this chapter, so yep. I hope you liked it! Stay tuned amigos!
A fellow glader.
