NEWT
We all stood stock still as the two of them entered the room. Thoughts poured through me as I watched the crazed eyes of the boy who I'd known for so long.
Now he was standing, shivering next to the woman I knew from the glimpses of memory I received when I touched Hedy's hand that day.
What happened next was inexplicable. Gally stumbled forward, pale like every ounce of blood had been drained from his body. Then he lifted his hand and drew out a knife from his belt and threw it.
At once I stepped forward and drew my arm up the blade being caught by a silvery shield having leaked out of me not milliseconds after the knife had been thrown. It pinged off of the silvery substance like it was nothing, and Gally's face both lifted and fell.
Dr. Paige looked down and with a swift hand movement, Gally fell to the ground spasming.
"Seems like a lot can happen when you look away from your life's work for five minutes," the woman said under her breath.
"Yeah," Teresa agreed, her eyes dashing over to where Hedy and I stood.
"Well, all I can say is all things happen for a purpose, you all must understand that by now," It was quiet for a few moments after that. Every muscle was poised to defend and attack, and Hedy's weapon, no half-mine began oozing back out from whence it came.
A loud bang echoed through the little hall and a man stepped through with a grimace on his scarred face. Not a second later, a blade slid across his next and a war-painted woman became visible behind the falling hunk of dead man.
Without a spoken word, another blade lashed out and caught Dr. Paige in the chest. Clearly shocked, not one of us moved an inch as the woman who'd trapped us in this Maze took her last breath.
I looked at her, my arm curving instinctively around Hedy as the room fell silent from Ava's dying wheezes.
"Don't just stand there," the woman smiled. "We're here to get you kids out of this hell hole."
An alarm started blaring and the last of her words died out as she ran out the door. Having no other choice, we went around the two bodies lying motionless on the floor and followed the woman out of the room and through a series of winding hallways until we reached a door. A door with a bright 'EXIT' sign hanging over it.
"Well this seems too easy," Minho scoffed, barely out of breath. My leg throbbed, but it was like I felt Hedy's weapon seep downward as we ran. Maybe it'd be able to fix the damage I'd done to it so long ago.
The woman's energized face fell a bit at his comment, and, in seeing that, Minho finally shut his yap.
"A lot of my men died to get you out of here. So you better make sure that you're worth it," she said flatly.
"What? Wait-" Minho held out his hand, his brows creasing in regret. But the woman opened the door, only to be bombarded by an attacker.
"Crank!" She screamed, barely able to grab a knife before the crazed man snapped his teeth into the flesh of her shoulder.
The next thing we knew, the woman's blade sunk into her attacker's skull and he fell with a wet thud. She shrugged it off, and what most have only been a few seconds of struggle seemed to end it despair.
"I guess I'll turn then," she muttered. Shaking her head at the deep wound. "This is definitely not going according to plan."
"Tell me about it," a voice echoed down the hall from where we all stood. It was Gally, a similar gash to what the woman had on her shoulder displayed as a missing chunk from his right hand. And with that, he pulled Chuck around the corner and held a knife to his throat.
