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Chapter Forty One:

We gotta get moving," Teresa said. "Just because nothing's for certain doesn't mean anything. Who knows what WICKED is up to?"

"Okay, let's go. But you better tell me everything you know," I demand.

"I will," she answered. "You guys up for running once we're out of these dead trees?"

Aris nodded, but Thomas rolled his eyes. "Please. I'm a Runner."

"Don't forget me, I'm pretty sure the others can make do."

"I'll carry Curie," Nyx said as we walked through the path of hollow dead trees. This place reminds me of a more barren Deadhead from the Glade. But as soon as we reach the clearing, everyone began to run.

Thomas took charge Teresa stood pace with Jane. Nyx took back seat as he had Curie. Jacob and Aris were in the middle but I was the only one matching Thomas's speed, but he had power to spare as he torn the divide of first place, yet thanks to the map we found ourselves back in the right direction.

Clouds dark and grey began to over take the sky, I can't say that last time we had such weather didn't place the fear of the God into us when we got caught in the sandstorm.

But this time it look like rain, hopefully we could take advantage of the rain once more. More like hopeful wishing. This was setting the stage for the finale. What ever that is?

'I don't understand much still, but this Cure is important to you and others, if anything break out, get the Cure and your new friends and hightail it."

'Thomas?' I call his name confused.

'I'm serious, you all run. I swear I'll find you all after sometime.'

'I'm never leaving your side again so forget it!' I replied setting my mental foot down.

'Stuborn as always.'

'Yup.'

It was nice to hear Thomas inside my head again, I felt whole like how'd did I manage without it.

After running for sometime, things became simple. An obvious trail led toward the valley below, switching back and forth like a jagged scar on the mountain face. Thomas estimated it would take a couple of hours just to get to the bottom―running on the steep, slippery slopes looked like a good way to break an ankle or leg. And if that happened, we'd never make it.

The eight of us agreed to hike quickly but safely, then book it once they were on flat land. I started down―Aris, then Thomas, then Teresa. Followed by the others. The dark clouds churned above head as wind gusted in seemingly every direction. Aris and Curie simultaneously pointed down below. Thomas and I could see two separate packs of people in the desert below―our friends, not far from the base of the mountain, then Group B, maybe a mile or two farther out.

Something was off, it was written over Teresa face.

"What's wrong?" Thomas asked.

"That's definitely Group B, but not as many before we caught you."

"You're right!" Thomas replies.

"I guess most of them wonder off or got scoop up by WICKED." Teresa said noticing the near even amount of people in each group. There was also us, Group C. We made up five.

After the third switchback, Teresa spoke up from behind him. "So, guess I'll start the story from where we left off."

"Well I might as well explain it to you Ross."

Teresa went on a tangent, long winded and confusing at times. WICKED trusted her and so she was given her memory back, but it would come back piece by piece. She heard snippets of how'd they we're going to send Gladers to be the first to test the Scorch Trials. While everyone else was harvested by that machine.

She knew the role she would have to play but that night as they we're briefing her, readying her to be made a part of Group B, Thomas and the others had already started the escape plan. They reached her moments before her transfer. Now cut lose from WICKED if she went along with the plan, Thomas wouldn't have to die.

But like she said things went wrong and Group C, got stuck with the task. It was to much to take in. But I still was weary and distrustful of her, I could see it in Thomas's face as well. He was hurt more then he allows to show.

Thomas and Teresa started talking to each other while I stood back a bit and talk to Jane and Nyx, Curie and Jacob would be filed at the first chance.

'Thomas doesn't trust her still, if anything happens we take the Cure and run.'

'No way, he needs help. We're in this together.' Nyx said.

'Thomas is right, we need to think about ourselves for once. What's to say WICKED isn't ready to swoop on in and throw us into another Trial now that we got the Cure?" Jane said rather nervous around everyone who didn't know her situation. She wasn't avoiding contact with the others she just was a mute.

'Im still iffy about Aris, truth be told.' I said to Nyx and Jane.

Why'd you guys stop talking?" Aris suddenly asked. "You yappin' about me in those pretty little heads of yours?" Impossibly, he didn't seem the least bit sinister at all anymore. It was almost as if everything that had happened back in the cave never happened.

Thomas let out a heavy breath that had been building in his lungs. "I can't believe this. You two've been―" He stopped, realizing that maybe he wasn't so surprised after all.

"Shuck it," Thomas finally said. "Just keep talking."

"All right," Teresa said. "There's a lot of stuff to explain, so from now on just keep quiet and listen. Got it?"

Thomas's legs were starting to burn from their steady pace on the slope. "Okay, but ... how do you know when you're talking to me and when you're talking to him? How does that work?"

"It just does. That's like me asking how you know when you're telling your right leg to move and when you're telling your left leg to move. I just ... know. It's built into my brain somehow."

"We've done it, too, man," Aris said. "Don't you remember?"

"Of course I remember," Thomas muttered, annoyed and frustrated on so many levels.

"There is also me, you've talked to both me and Teresa at the same time, I have to ability create mental bridges. I've done the same for Jane and Nyx, since she's a mute."

"That explains why she wouldn't talk to me, beside she wouldn't have known that I was telepathic."

"Can we keep focused." Curie said rather pissed that her and Jacob had been left to the back burner."

Everyone took notice that nonsense took front seat when they needed to travel more just to reach the lower ground. Yet Teresa kept informing Thomas everything he wanted to know. I personally stop caring, didn't mean I wasn't listening.

The sky slowly grew even darker like the sky was towards the end of Glade. What was actually in store for us? I'm concerned about our well begin. Up here and out in the vast openness of the mountain, about anything could come about.

A/N: Well were almost towards the end, almost! 41/55 chapters. I'd like to be done by next week at best. So expect more updates in a span of a day. Thanks for reading as usual.