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Chapter Nine:

Men in uniform with large guns and riot shields cautious approach the group from the down the hall. The tall man who talked with Ava was leading them."Thomas!"

"Open this door Janson!"

"You really don't want me to."

"Open the damn door!"

"Listen to me, I'm trying to save your life. The Maze is one thing but you kids wouldn't last a day out in the Scorch. If the elements don't kill you, the Cranks will." Said the man I heard from the camera feed.

"Thomas you have to believe me, I only want what's best for you."

"Yeah let me guess WICKED is good?"

"You're not getting through that door, Thomas." the man voice change to serious.

The door opens as a voice welcomes the group. I still haven't made who out yet, as a volley of shoots fire out.

"Shut the main vault door, shut the main vault door!" The man barks as the group calls for him.

Hurry Thomas I yell to myself as he runs towards a closing door, you have to make it, they need you. In a what seemed a miracle he slid under making it with the others. The Scorch that's where they are headed to. Perhaps the to find the Right Arm, anyone who's working agisnt WICKED he would rally behind. It seemed as if my absence was nothing but then again, I'm missing in action to them. I try calling out to him but nothing. I even focus.

'Can you hear me? I'm alive. Thomas please respond.'

'Teresa if you get this tell Tom I'm okay.'

'Get out of my head!" Her voice screams back. It's cold and serious. It is freighting..That I sknap into a bit of rage. I slam my fist straight into the screen cracking in the middle. I didn't even notice the pain as I what blood drip from my finger tips.

"Holy shit, dude you broke that screen."

"So what!" I snap at him with fury.

"Relax I was complementing you, just apply pressure to stop the bleeding, that'll do the trick."

I took a step back away from them and pulled out my gauze and tape up my fingers. They weren't to battered. I'm just to pain worse them this. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with guilt and sorrow. They left without me. I felt so left out. If it weren't for Deacon and Louis I would had not be in such a predicament to had been separated. Why didn't they tear the place looking for me? They must have a good reason. I can take care of myself and handle afight well enough. I'll find my way back to them. With bandages on I regroup with the two.

"Dang it I won't be able to free him, without killing him. I need know the process how've they done this."

"We gotta go, the others are elsewhere, right now we have to leave this area.

"Curie lead the way, I'll assist Leon on getting us through.

Once more we had to run for our lives from a unknown terror. These people aren't joking around, WICKED is too serious about doing the greater good. All those men and women of young age being used to find a impossible cure. It's the Maze all over. Some live others die for progress.

We ran down halls and corridors looking for the way out. We needed to regroup gather allies to spring their friends. But that doesn't matter as though heavy chucks of air sucking, from running for what lasted for what could be half and hour. When Curie said hide and duck we did. When she said run we did just that. But the fatigue is getting to her as we zip and dart pass onlookers. I needed a weapon or something to even our odds. I can throw a mean few hits but it's nothing presice or tempered like Leon's. He was discipline yet rash. How'd he ever manage to perfect fighting move like out of an old time movie, yet be brought down by his temper, perplexes me.

Endless chrome white and lights the same order every hallway leading to out stretching vents. "We can't keep at this forever," she noted. We stop to catch a breather, I lean forward in pain my body aches. My blood feels like battery acid.

"What do you purpose Cue?"

"Whatever it is, be fast about it." I alerting them to the guard coming our way.

"Halt!"

"That's what we doing dipstick," Curie said taunting him as I charge to the burly man in the dessert uniform.I push forward a much as my body will, going with the flow. Much closer the male is tall and has a study built but is unarmed.

"Can't stop won't stop, nothing personal, but you give me no choice. Im going through you!" I warn him.

Within meters across from another the man's positive he capture me. Running a bit to later I'm still at full charge, when I leap forward bringing my weight down with me. He extend his hands and let's our a boastful cheer. "You're mine.." What he didn't account for was my speed and determination. With a foul swoop I sending him tumbling on his back as I'm sitting on his chest, both legs pinning his arms."You little prick!" He barks at me like a injured dog. I rip the badge off his jacket as my brown eyes stare down into his steelish grey, his eyeballs are a taint of red, with small modular purple veins running a jagged line from side to side. It was the onset of Flare. Something sharp stabs the back of my mind, sorta like an old flashback.. But it's general intrigue. I wish to exam and prod him till I can get a proper explanation. But that's the old me, by remembrance.

"When you awake get yourself examed, you have the Flare," I said apologetic. "My condolences." He ranted and rave like a madman as he try to break free to bite me even head butt me. I couldn't allow him to go on stopping us.

"How dare you assume that I. That I have the Flare. You little monster!"

Before he could continue I plowed my fist into his forehead as hard as I could muster. I watch the consciousness fade and tranish from his eyes."Let us go," I spoke softly next to the two of them as I had gotten off the infected guard.

We took our next phase of escaping by going through the vents.. It wasn't comfortable but it walk and beside banging my head a couple of times, it was mostly silence. Our journey within the wires. Curie had a bit to much time to map this place out. There had to be reason WICKED wanted her. For a preteen she's a genius. She was my only hope of escape, this is the only way I'll find Thomas and the other's. I'm glad she my friend, I wouldn't ask for anyone different. In return it's my duty to protect her as well couldn't protect Chuck. Something that still haunts me, that annoyingly sweet cubby boy death is on my hands, if I had only stayed instead of falling for Sanctum ploy. He might be here today. I'm sorry Chuck, so sorry….