Chapter Thirty Four:

Blissful peace, less quiet. Mumbled words, jumbled emotions. Strife is apperent, yet the waking world isn't mine for the time being. Shuffling feet, a sob here and there. Listless gravity mattered in a somber grey.

The sounds of crashing thunder over head no rain. Heat more terrific then the bowels of Hades. Scorch Earth, blistering winds. Time is still, most things are at this point. A world with out form or shape. Unknown tethered truth's, known lies everything is subject to ruinous change.

The deeper I drift out into a wakeless sleep more memories to decipher, they're all that surround me. I'm lost adirft turbulent seas. Haunted by the past, scared of the future.

'Ross, c'mon hurry up.' I hear sereval distant voices coming from up ahead. I turn to see directly face them. There is- Thomas, Newt, Teresa, Minho, Frypan, Nyx, Jacob, Curie, Jane and Leon waving from me to run and catch up.

I run faster and faster kicking my feet harder what seems a endless stretch of road. Thomas hand is stretch out to pull me in closer, but as I reach for his hand I slam into a glass dome. I pound on the transparent wall, as one by one they each dissipate from my line of sight, as if they entered a Flat Trans. I felt trap like Janson felt protected by his barrier.

When the last face is gone, I feel utterly alone. Abandon and forgotten, just like that night. No one's coming for me this time, I might accept it.

It's eating at my heart each and every second.

'Hows it feel to be forgotten?' The voice of doubt says from a shadowy form.

'It hurt's…'

'I know. You give and give and for what? You've been taken for granted.' The shadowy figure spoke in it's ominous tone.

'Tell me what to do?'

'Accept the fact that they all hate you! Let me take over, you've done you're job.'

'I couldn't… I say shaking.

'Oh you'll come to know this truth. You're aching heart is more then enough proof. How much can you stand to lose?'

'Damn it!' I wail my fist as tears of blood stream down my face.

'Give into despair, you'll want or hurt for nothing.' The voice serious and yet truthful.

'But…'

'Its easy just submit to it. Death's avoidance is the salvation of evolution.'

'I won't be swayed, hope even if I have none for myself I hold on to it for those who matter most, I can't afford despair.

'In time you'll come to accept me. Till then enjoy your suffering.' The voice mocks one last time.

The embodiment of self doubt fades away as the void above lighten up. I staveaway from temptation. I could of given into grief and despair just as well. But there would be turning back if it makes a monster out of me, unable to differentiate between friend or foe.

Everyone would be a target to something vicious and deceitful. That's not something I want to become, so I fight the pain, allowing it to take home in my memories, I will never forget those who died at the hands of WICKED. There time will soon be up, but now inertia is keeping everything else at bay.

Or so I like to lie to myself. I'm in denial, despite to cling to a fading sanity. I'm just a shell, strip naked by WICKEDs machinations, left to the wolves that boarder on insanity. I not one to give in, but thing's are finally calming their stakes on me. I'm at odds end with life. It seems so comical how events played out. But there is something I must do for my friends and that's survive. That I can muster as long as they are at my side.

Then the burden doesn't seem so heavy. Prehaps it's time I stopped looking at the negative and towards the positive. Just might be the salvation I seek. But how? Not in this wakeless cocoon that's taken form. But I shall not be bond to a losing hand. It's time I take my own life into perspective. I can't help the other's, if I am unable to live for myself. That's the answer, to seek a better tomorrow then live in rage. Because Lord knows I've been hiding my animosity below the surface.

For now I just keep my head level. I can't give into that monster brewing below. Just for now let me release anguish so I can complete the task ahead. Just let me wake up renew and reborn even if it doesn't last. Release me so I can try. It's all I can do right?

The stillness become fluid and motioning, gears are turning, life is carrying on. Time is starting up again to a march at a steadying beat. I'm free…

"Wake up you lazy shank!" A disembodied voice calls.

Lazy? Shank? Words I haven't heard in some time storms my mind, before blinding light stirs me. I leap awake with a gasp and heavy inhale. There's a tall figure standing over me. It, it can't be? Can it….? It's- Minho. My eyes widen to meet his gaze all before closing once more as I drift back to a sleep like state...