Just for your information, we're coming to the middle of the story so it will be around another four to six chapters till this fanfiction is done. I don't own most of the characters. James Dashner owns the characters and Wes Ball the movies.
After managing to get Winston away from his animals and Zart from the gardens, we met up with Thomas and Minho who had gone to tear Frypan from his kitchen outside the Map room. "These guys enough?" Minho asked and Thomas looked around at our collection of crew. He smiled and he said, "Alright. Let's go," he said and we started jogging towards the doors. We ran for a while, Minho mostly leading the way in the winding path of the Maze.
After around an hour of running, we stopped at a path where something was wedged in between the openings. Things that looked like guts and spilled brains and fluid were mushed and scattered on the floor. On top of the mess was some metal arms and a beeping sound was coming from inside the crack. The boys coughed and swore words of disgust as we approached. When we got nearer, I noticed a red blinking light inside the crack. "Hey, what's that?" Thomas asked and Minho walked over and thrust his arm into the crack.
He felt around for a while before grabbing onto something. He looked at us for a minute before shaking his head and tugged at the thing. Suddenly there was a great metal shriek and the arm sticking out of the crack retracted back. Minho jerked backwards the the others shouted with surprise. "I thought you said that thing was dead!" Frypan shouted. "Think that was a reflex?" Zart asked and Winston snorted, "You think?" "Come on, guys. Let's pull this thing out," Thomas said and we gathered around the metal arm and locked onto it.
"Ready. One. Two. Three!" Thomas shouted and we yelled as we pulled at the thing. A loud sound came from the crack and more mush came flowing from the arm and Frypan rolled backwards onto the ground. Thomas pulled him up and he grunted a thanks. As we tried not to gag at the disgusting scene in front of us, Minho stooped to the ground and lifted up what seemed to be the source of the beeping. A metal cylinder was jammed into the middle of what seemed to be the Griever's brain and I tried not to gag.
As Minho shook off some slime, he clasped a hand on one end of the cylinder and pulled, the metal coming free from the brain like thing. A disgusting slurp came from it and he dropped it to the ground, his face filled with disgust. Minho turned the cylinder around and as we gathered around, we saw the number seven flashing red behind a glass panel on it. "What do you think it is?" I asked and he shook his head. "I think we should head back. I don't want to meet more of this guy's friends," Frypan said and Minho nodded. "He's right. We should head back," he said and tucking the cylinder into his pack we started to run back to the Glade.
When we got back, Minho called for a Gathering with the Keepers and Newt. As they headed off to the Meeting room, I walked over to the med bay and walked over to Clint and Jeff. "How is she doing?" I asked and Jeff shook his head. "Still as dead as ever," he said as he pressed a hand on her head. "She seems fine and everything. Wonder what's she waiting for?" He wondered just as she gasped and sat up straight like a board.
Clint shouted and backed into the wall and Jeff nearly slammed into the cabinet. "Hey. Easy," I said as she looked around wildly. "Where am I? Who are you people? Why can't remember anything?" She demanded as we tried to calm her down. "Don't worry. You're safe. All of us can't remember either. You've been in a coma for a few days," I started to reach to her but she slapped my hand away. "Get away from me!" She screamed and she bolted out of the med room.
"Bloody shuck shank," I swore as we raced out of the med bay. I heard the others screaming and yelling in shock and her yells filling the area. "You go get Minho and the others," I told the med jacks and they sped off to the Meeting room. I ran into the Glade towards the Tower, a tall wooden structure at the west corner of the Glade. The others had started gathering around it and I could see her thin but tall frame climbing up the stairs.
"You get down here right now!" Gally shouted as she finally reached the top. "Leave me alone!" She shouted and just then a large rock came from the sky. "Take cover!" Gally yelled and the boys scattered. I decided to stand at the sidelines and watch as they grabbed pots and boxes to cover their heads from the girl's assault as they tried to coax her down. Some yelled at her that they came in peace while Gally just shouted threats to her. Even Newt had joined the party and he grinned at me from under a large piece of wood.
Just then, Minho and Thomas came running to us with Clint and Jeff at their heels. "What's going on?" Thomas asked and Chuck laughed. "That girl is awesome!" He laughed and he pointed at the direction of the Tower. Soon, Thomas went there and shouted at her. When she continued her assault of rocks, he shouted his name and she suddenly stopped. "Okay, I'm going to head up there alright?" He said and her black head disappeared.
He climbed up and after a few minutes of talking Newt called up to them. "Just give us a few minutes," Thomas replied and everyone started to scatter. "Is that what all girls are like?" Frypan asked and I punched him the arm. He groaned and headed back to his kitchen while the rest of us just walked back to the med room. We gathered around Alby, who was panting and heaving raged breaths. It has been almost two days since he been like this and without a cure, we might have to Banish him or worse.
"What are we going to do to him?" I asked and Newt shook his head. "We have to expect the worse," he said. As we sat down watching Alby shake and groan, Thomas and the girl, whom he introduced as Theresa came in. "I had these in my pocket. I think they can help Alby get better," she said as she handed them to Newt. "Well, we don't even know what this is. For all we know, this thing could kill him," he started to say but Thomas stopped him. "Come on Newt, look at him. He's already dying. Now tell me whether this thing can possibly make him any worse," Thomas said and Newt looked at us.
Seeing there wasn't really an option, we nodded in agreement and he sighed. "Alright," he said and he handed the syringe over to Thomas, who walked over to Alby and positioned the needle over Alby's heart. As Thomas turned to look at us, Alby's eyes shot wide open and he grabbed Thomas's arm. His eyes were black and he held Thomas in an iron grip. "It was you. You should't be here!" He yelled and the others had to wrestle Thomas from his grip. "NO!" Alby shouted and the others tried to pin him down as Thomas tried to inject the substance into him.
Theresa grabbed the syringe from Thomas and slammed the needle into his chest with a cry. Alby stopped struggling and collapsed on the bed, his breathing slowing down and less heavy. Thomas clutched his chest with shock and Newt looked at us. "From now on, someone stays here with him around the clock," he snapped and we just nodded. Just then, Gally came in and collected Thomas to be put in the Slammer. Clint and Jeff came over to check him and we headed out.
"So what did you guys discussed at the meeting?" I asked Minho. "I showed Thomas the Map room and told him about us unable to find a way out. He seems determined that there is a way using that metal cylinder we found just now, so I'm taking him to the outer ring tomorrow," he said and I just clung close to him. "I'm coming with you," I said and he shook his head. "It's too dangerous. Its better for just two people to go," he objected but I put a finger to his lips. "I know the Maze as well as you do. I want to find a way out of this hellhole as much as Thomas," I replied and he took my hand and pressed it to his face. "Fine shank. Get some rest. We've got a long run ahead of us tomorrow," he said.
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