Chapter Eight:
I want freedom, I truly desire it but what if my actions effect my friend's. This is WICKED we're dealing with. So I go to lay back in the bed, the first chance I get, I break for it. But the chance has to really present itself. I mustn't be rash. I say to myself rubbing my wrist in anxiety. It was the waiting that might cause me the new found paranoia of wanting the worst to happen.
An hour later a new Doctor walks in brings me a roll of bread and soup. He holds out my arm, wanting to draw some blood. I could tell by the type of needle they are holding. After two or three samples, he holds out another syringe. "It might burn, it's antibiotics you have a infection."
"It doesn't feel like it."
"You've got a curious immune system, but not overly common. It makes you stand out, be proud of it.
"So how long am I supposed be couped in here, I feel I should be doing something proactive."
"Shouldn't be too long now, just eat up and appreciate the relaxation. If you're interested I have some medical books lying around, I could prehaps bring them to you?"
"I'd like that." I said with a warm smile. At first I wanted to attack him and escape, but he's something different. He didn't view as just so patient, it was like he was generally interested with me.
I eat the roll in small mouth fulls as I blew on the bland broth. It hit the spot, I felt refreshed and full. I get up to full a glass of water, I return to the bed and sip slowly. Having something to read would kill the tedium. But that's put to a grinding hault when my room is stormed by a medium height male with black hair with green strands in the front in a low cut style. He look like a shorter Minho, his knuckles we're pink the skin peeled back from wear and tear. He had a black jeans jacket with a white tee-shirt with his green and black checkered shirt was wrap around the waist of his blue jeans. He had two stud earrings one for each ear, with a X marked tattoo on his neck.
"So your the punk, I've been set to spring"
"What's was that, I couldn't hear you from down there." I remarked getting out of the bed.
"Oh you're going down punk!" He threaten.
"Bring it!" I yelled back with an scoff.
The two us charge at one another when a loud shout disrupts us."That enough Leon, we don't have time!"
"Fine Curie, but he's you're responsibility." He lighten up as that small mocha skin girl runs up and hugs me.
"Hey kiddo, glad to see you're safe." I say taking her into my arms in a massive hug.
"I bet you're shock to see me?"
"Not really, you once told me nothing could hold you down."
"Can we hurry this along they'll be here any moment." Leon said anxiously as he stood out the door.
The three of us ran, fast and quick letting Curie lead. Leon wasn't a bad guy, he just rough around the edges. Soon Curie lead us into a dark room, it was the room where others are hooked up. I didn't think I ever wanted to be in this room. Curie breaks away with Leon keeping his guard up, perhaps to protect her. I looked around. Maybe the group got brought here. But I know Thomas he wouldn't let that happen? Right? So many people it was too much to take in.
"Don't touch anything,' Curie said zipping past."
"I wonder if my friends go tangled into mess? No pun intended."
"I saw them on the feed earlier, two of them was scouting out this exact room, which gave me the idea. If anything there probably busting out any moment."
"Found them Cue," Leon called from a few rows down.
"Shouldn't I be with my friends, no offense."
"They're on a whole different part of the facility, you'd never reach them in time."
Curie and I met up with Leon as he stares at three of his friends strung to the machine. Leon when he was aboutto pull the really pale kid out of the wiring, when Curie slaps his hand away. "I said don't touch. For all we know this most obviously keeping them alive." She snipped.
"How do you know that, we need to get our friends out of this!"
"Look at them! There no breathing coming from them, and their stiff like the dead. I need time to examine."
"Cue what do you want me to do?"
I watch as the two argue I didn't say aword. I was on edge wanting to leave the pair to find my own friends. But I was compelled to stay. I walk the rows till I'm met with thick glass windows peering into the other side. There inside glass tanks filled with a white and blue viscous liquid were an amalgamation of creatures. Half Griever half something else. For what purpose are they there in a state of inactivity. We're they going to use these new creatures on us?
I take a step back bumping into a body. I turn to see who it was? I nearly jumped out of my skin, it was Orwell. But how? He was killed and draged down the cliff. I clearly remember it. Did he somehow manage to survive until he was taken away by some clean up crew. I don't see the others and he's pretty much in a near death state, apparently that's all was needed to extract the blue liquid everyone seems to be producing. I felt a tear form but the brisk cold is near freezing so it doesn't come out but the pain in my hurt is as livid as can be. I don't know much longer I can withstand this cold or withstand being helpless to help my friend.
Suddenly a firm hand tightens around my shoulder. I turn and it's Leon.
"You know him didn't you?"
"Yeah." I say weakly. "He was my roommate in the Maze, he gave himself up so I could be here."
"That's rough man, I lost my friend in a fight."
"That reminds me, how was your trials. I mean how did you solve the Maze.
"The Maze was already completed when I arrived. A few managed to escape but a buttload of others stayed behind afraid of the outside. But that's not the worse part, the creators kept supplying us and sending new kids. Our living area was set up as arena where we had to fight one another in just to get food and other supplies. It was all a show to our leader who kept us imprisoned."
"That's nothing then what we've went through. I'm sorry you had to go through all that. But how'd you escape?"
"Jacob was also confident, that he set up a ranking system. If you top second place, you could challenge him. If you won, he'd stop being in control. But that came with risk. The higher the rank, more of the battles became to the death!" He said grimly like a bad omen.
"So you managed to do him in?"
"It wasn't me and he isn't dead, just left in a prison of his own making."
The two of us walked and talk trading stories. We we're both confined by walls but our home was different. I learn of the horror behind the Drone, their living area, and I told him about the Glade. Eventually Curie had gotten in a mood that Leon describe as mad scientist. She was using discarded wires and devices she hid on her person. She had even disable the live feed. So it looks as if no one is in here. We we're again in a prohibited area. I was informally introduce to the three people. Karl the snow skin male, Joanna with the shaved hair on the sides and a large jagged patch of pinkish red hair. And then there was Wilhelm, the older brother of the Jacob. There version of Alby.
"You're friends has set the whole compound on high alert on their break out attempt. We don't have much time, and I'm so close to cracking this machine property's. I can only free one of them at this rate," Curie complain and sigh out of frustration. But this is a giddy smile on her face as her hair is up in one big puff instead of the two.
"Sure sounds like them."
"Are they nuts, there going to get in so much trouble. Noted Leon.
"We've gotta pick one, who are we freeing, Leon?"
"I don't trust Joanna and Karl complains to much.
"Unfortunately that leaves Wilhelm!" Curie said with distain as she sucked her teeth at the decision. "Catch and don't leave it behind, its possible to watch your friends escape."
"I um, that's messed up."
"Quit whining, we need to see what we're facing and how we can figure out our escape plan," she said using her screwdriver to unloosen bolt's.
I ran to the large screen I saw Ava appear on, I guess I was supposed to use it like last time. Like some type of magic the screen came to life In great detail as a feed played out. There in the long corridor were my friends as they struggle to open a door. I want to help but all I can do is observe.
A/N: Updating a few more chapters, it's going to be a slow beginning but bare with me.