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Thomas grabbed Minho's arm, "Somehow how I have to get through that!"
Lynn looked behind her, peering over the Gladers shoulders. Her eyes widened at the sight, Greviers were slowly beginning to pick up their pace, heading straight towards them. Lynn turned the other way, Greivers were charging towards them.
"They're coming!" She shouted, "We have to do something!"
"You lead," Newt said to Minho, his voice barely above a whisper. "Make a bloody path for Tommy. Do it."
Minho nodded, a hard look on his features. He turned to face the Gladers. "We head straight for the Cliff! Fight through the middle, push the shuckin' things towards the walls. What matters most is Thomas to the Greiver Hole! Lynn!" said blonde turned towards her, now, significant other. "You go with him!"
Lynn bobbed her head up and down in agreement, clutching her knife tighter.
"Ready!" Minho shouted, raising his club in the air. "Now!"
The Runner ran forwards, Newt and all the other Gladers close behind him. Lynn stood next to Thomas, letting all the boys pass them. They waited, standing off to the side, for the perfect time to dash towards the Greiver Hole.
Amongst all the boys that ran past them, Lynn had spotted Chuck. As he went by them, Thomas quickly grabbed his arm, keeping the boy from going any further.
"Chuck, you're with me and Lynn." Thomas said quickly. Chuck nodded, his eyes full of fright. He looked on at the battle that was happening in front of them.
"But..." He trailed off.
"We need your help in the Greiver Hole, in case one of those things is in there waiting for us." Lynn said, resting a hand on the pudgy boys shoulder.
Chuck nodded his head vigorously, his curls bouncing. The young boy was obviously trying his best to be brave, but it clearly wasn't working.
"Okay, then," Thomas said.
Lynn poked her head around the corner, observing the process of the opening. They had made one.
"They've made an opening!" She announced, turning back towards them. A sparkle developed in Thomas' eye, ready to fight, ready to get this over with.
"Now!" he shouted, running towards the small, narrow opening. Lynn pushed Chuck towards Thomas, leaving him in between them, hopefully protecting the boy a little bit more.
They all ran full speed ahead, in a tight line of three, making their way towards the Greiver Hole.
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An icy feeling came over Lynn, she had been the first to jump into the Greiver Hole. Going ahead of Thomas and Chuck. She landed on a slippery surface, trying to keep her balance. Lynn tried to walk, but had fallen down as soon as she took a step. Pulling a flashlight out of her backpack, Lynn stood up, letting the beam of light shine around.
She heard a shrill scream come from the ceiling. Soon Chuck was now with her in the cold, dark, damp room that the Greivers lived in. They continued to look around, in search of a possible code-entering device.
The two had found a computer by the Thomas had gotten down there.
"The computer's over there." Lynn said, shining her light over to the metal contraption. The three gathered around the slimy, old computer. Watching as Thomas stood, staring blankly at it.
"Put the words in!" Chuck demanded, slapping Thomas on the back. "Hurry!"
The latter looked over to Lynn, motioning for her to do it. "Chuck and I will kepp watch." said he, "make sure a Greiver doesn't come through the Hole."
Lynn nodded, going over the words in her head.
FLOAT
CATCH
BLEED
DEATH
STIFF
PUSH
"Okay," she said shakily. Lynn stepped up to the keyboard, letting her fingers hover over the letters.
"Wait, are you sure you know the words?"
She turned towards Thomas, her arms folded over her chest.
"I'm not an idiot, Tommy. Yes, I'm perfectly capable of remembering-"
A loud clanking noise cut her off. Lynn's eyes widened, a Greiver had dropped into the Hole. Thomas had pulled Chuck behind him, sandwiching the boy inbetween himself and Lynn.
"Just keep typing!" Thomas shouted, raising his spear, ready to attack.
Lynn turned around again, focusing herself on the keyboard. F..L..O..A..T, she pressed the enter key, locking up at the screen to see the word she had just typed disappear, a ding following shortly after it. It worked. C..A...T...C...H, another ding. B...L...E...E...D, three more to go.
D...E...A..T...H, two more.
S...T...I...F...F, only one more word.
P...U...S...H. Lynn looked up at the screen, the word wasn't up there. She hadn't even hit enter yet. She typed it again, P...U...S...H. Nothing.
Frantically, she kept typing it again and again.
"It won't let me enter the last word!" Lynn called over her shoulder, still going away at the keyboard.
Loud clicking and whirring could be heard behind her, but Lynn kept herself from looking. Finally, there was peace, well, it was an uncomfortable peace. But, still, peace.
Thomas came beside Lynn, resting a hand on her shoulder. "What's the problem?" He questioned as she kept pounding on the keys, trying to type that one word. PUSH. She gave up on typing and pointed a finger at the dusty screen in front of her.
"I put in all the bloody words and one by one they appeared on the screen. Then, something made a 'ding' sound and they'd disappear. But it won't let me enter the last buggin' word. Nothin's happening!" She ranted, her jaw set as she stared narrow-eyed at the haunting green screen.
"Well...why?" Thomas stammered, starting to get worried.
"I don't know!" Lynn entered the word again. Nothing, again. The screen stayed blank.
"Thomas!" Chuck screamed from behind the two. The Runners turned around to see another Greiver had entered the Hole, standing on top of its dead brother. Wait, Thomas killed a Greiver? As much as Lynn wanted to congratulate her friend, now was not the time.
"What's taking so long!" Chuck asked, getting frantic. "You said they would turn off as soon as you entered the code!"
The Greivers were making their way towards the trio, inching closer and closer.
"It won't let us enter the word PUSH." Lynn said, shaking her head, fearing the ultimate death that was coming. This code was supposed to work, why wasn' it-
"Why don't you try pressing that button?" The two turned towards the boy, that possibly the most random statement they've ever heard. Chuck was pointing to a red button below the keyboard. Lynn bent down, in bold, black letters, on the button it read;
Kill the Maze
She could hear the Greivers only inches away, without even giving it a second thought, she pushed the red button.
Everything had gone quiet, you could hear a pin drop it was so quiet. But somewhere in the dark tunnel, a door had opened.
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The Greivers that had been in the Hole with them had stopped, crashing to the ground. They did it. They freaking did it. Now they could get out of here. Thomas had fell to his knees, hands covering his mouth, guess he couldn't believe they did it either. Well, Chuck did it.
Chuck moved away from the non-moving Greivers, bumping into Lynn. She clutched the young boy to her chest, hugging the life out of him.
"You did it, Chuck," Lynn breathed out, "We were so worried about the bloody code words, we didn't even think to look for something to push-the last word, the last piece of the puzzle."
Thomas was now on his feet and gathered the two in a group hug. "She's right Chuck-you saved us, man! I told we needed you! Chuck's a shucking hero!"
They stayed huddled together, arms wrapped tight around each other.
Then, Lynn remembered. The others. Minho. Newt. Oh God, Newt.
"What about everyone else?" She whispered, nodding to the Greiver Hole. Thomas stepped away from Lynn and Chuck, going towards the Hole.
As if to answer her question, someone had fallen down through the empty black Hole. It took awhile to tell who it was, but the voice was an obvious give away. Minho. Lynn let go of Chuck, running into Minho's open, waiting arms. She threw her arms around his neck, planting a kiss on his cheek. He folded his arms over Lynn's small frame, resting a hand one the back of her head. Minho was happy that she was living and breathing, unlike half of the people up there.
She took his face in her hands, brushing stray piece of his silky black hair out of his eyes. Most of his body was covered in scratches and blood, his clothes torn.
"Thank the bloody Gods you're alive." She brought his face down to hers and placed a quick kiss on his lips before burying herself in his arms.
Newt came through next, then Frypan, Winston, Clint, and seventeen others, all covered in Greiver goo and blood, their clothes had been ripped into shreds.
"The rest?" Thomas asked hesitantly.
"Half of us," Newt answered, his voice quiet and weak. "Dead."
No one said a word, as if to have a moment of silence for those who had died.
"You know what?" Minho said, Lynn now standing by his side, their hands intertwined. "Half might've died, but half of us shucking lived. And nobody got stung-just like Thomas thought. We've gotta get out of here."
"Yeah, let's get out of here, now." Newt said, "Right now."
"Where do we go?" Minho questioned.
Thomas pointed a finger at the direction the door had opened, "I think a passage opened up down that way."
"Well-let's get going." Minho, along with Lynn, started to walk down the tunnel. Lynn heard the light pitter-patter of feet behind them, moving slowly.
Using her free hand, Lynn pulled out her flashlight again, shining it around. It seemed as if the darkness drowned out the light, just letting it make a small glimmer. They walked on for a minute or so.
Suddenly, Lynn and Minho felt as if the ground disappeared from under them. Indeed it did. Lynn let a scream escape from her lips as her and Minho were sliding down what seemed to be, well, a slide. But it wasn't your average kiddie playground slide. It was a pitch black metal chute with somesort of awful smelling oil lining the sides. It made Lynn's stomach turn. She could hear Minho a few feet behind her, both of them making the descent in the metal chute of death.
Then Lynn couldn't feel the metal, oily surface anymore. She fell, front first, onto solid ground, letting out a shriek as she hit the ground. It was lighter where she was now. Before Lynn could even move, Minho had come down the slide and landed right on top of her, making her let out a sharp cry.
"Oh, didn't see ya there, babe."
"Obviously." Said she, blushing slightly at the use of his little pet name.
He rolled of her, starting to notice that he was practically crushing her under his weight. Minho held a hand out to her, which she took, and brought her to her feet. Screechs could be heard as more boys made their way down the chute. After arriving at the bottom, most of them rushing off to the side and emptying contents of their stomach, others just lay on the ground.
Soon everybody had made it to the chamber, that could probably fit nine to ten Homesteads with a few inches to spare. They all huddled in a group, taking in their new surroundings. The walls and ceiling were covered in some type of different colored wires, machinery, and all sorts of gears, along with big bulky metal boxes.
On the right were about twenty or so white pods, to be frank, looked a lot like coffins. The thought made Lynn shiver. On the left were glass doors, put impossible to see through because of light.
"Look!" someone shouted, but Lynn already saw it, her breath hitched in her throat.
Standing directly in front of them were twenty or so people. Wearing white lab coats with WICKED written on the breast-pocket. Their faces were pale, blank looks etched across their faces. It took Lynn only a second to realize who they were.
The people who took their lives away.
The ones who put them in the bloody Maze.
The ones who had caused so many to lose their lives.
The Creators.
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Everyone had taken a synchronized step backwards, clearly shocked.
The people, or, excuse me, Creators, seemed to be taking notes on what they were doing. They just continued to stare, some nodding or shaking their heads, probably the most human thing Lynn ever saw.
"Who are they?" Chuck whispered, his voice bouncing off the walls of the chamber.
"The Creators, the bloody people who put us here." Lynn said, her fists clenched tight, shoulders stiff, eyes narrowed.
"What do we do?" Thomas asked, "What are they waiting for?"
"They've probably revved up the Greivers again." Newt said, "They're probably coming rig-"
A light beeping sound cut him off, all the Gladers looking towards the glass doors.
Two people stepped out. First, a woman. Greying brown hair had been pulled up into a tight french twist, she wore a white coat instead of a lab coat with black pants. Her eyes were a dark brown, which reminded Lynn a little of Harriet's eyes, that seemed to sink into her thin face. The other person was, supposedly, a boy. He had a sweatshirt on with the hood pulled up, hiding his face.
"Welcome back." The women said, "Over two years and so few dead. Amazing."
Lynn felt her jaw drop, so few dead? She had lost almost fifteen girls before coming here, along with the half that was lost in the process of getting out of here.
"Excuse me?" Lynn and Newt chorused, eyebrows furrowed together.
"Everything has gone to plan Mr. and Ms. Newton. Although we expected a few more of you to give up along the way." said the lady. God, was she getting on Lynn's nerves.
The mystery lady glanced over to the boy that was with her, giving him a slight nod. The boy raised a hand and pulled the hood back. All the Gladers gasped, the face was too familiar. Gally.
"What is he doing here?!" Minho exclaimed.
"You're safe now," The woman said, putting her hands in front of her. "Please, be at ease."
"At ease?" Minho shouted, "Who are you, telling us to be at ease? We wanna see the police, the mayor, the president-someone!"
She narrowed her eyes at Minho, "You have no idea what you're talking about, boy. I'd expect more maturity from someone who's passed the Maze Trials."
Minho started to give her sass, but Lynn quickly quieted him by, lightly, elbowing him in the ribs.
"Gally," Newt said in a calm tone, "What's going on?"
The Builder's widened eyes darted to Newt, his face an uneasy shade of white. He shook his head slightly, something was definitely off about him.
"One day you'll all be grateful for what we've done for you." The woman said, clasping her hands together. "I can only promise this, and trust your minds accept it. If you don't, then the whole thing was a mistake. Dark times, Mr. Newton. Dark times."
She paused. "There is, of course, one final Variable." She stepped back.
Everyone was focused on Gally. He looked as if someone was shaking him, his eyes red and puffy, tears threatening to escape. His lips pressed together in a thin line, as if they were sewn shut. He had a black and blue mark on his right cheek, probably from where Lynn slapped him.
"Gally?" Thomas asked, staring at the boy.
Words came out of Gally's mouth like he was gasping for air, "They...can...control...me...I don't-" He brought his hands to his throat, he gulped before continuing. "I...have...to..." Gally reached behind him, pulling something shiny and long out of his back pocket. A knife. Gripping it tightly in his hand, he drew his arm back, throwing it with as much force as he could muster.
Time seemed to have slowed, the knife was windmilling towards Thomas, who was in too in shock to step out of the knifes path. Then the unthinkable, Chuck stepped infront of Thomas. The knife entering the boys chest with a wet thunk. He fell to the floor, blood spreading out on his shirt.
Thomas had fell to the ground, pulling the boy's trembling body into his arms. Lynn had left Minho's side and was now kneeling behind Thomas, reaching over his shoulder to grab Chuck's hand.
"Chuck..." Thomas whispered. Chuck was fading, he eyes had rolled up into his sockets, blood coming out of his mouth and nose. No. This couldn't be happening. There had to be something they could do. Chuck's eyes were fluttering closed, God no. His eyes had rolled back, showing them his watery blue eyes. Lynn could feel him grip her hand tighter.
"Thom...mas, Ly..nn." Two words.
"Chuck, keep your eyes open, please we're almost out of here. Please..." Lynn pleaded, tears now trickling down her face, dampening Thomas' shirt. She gripped the young boys face in her hands, brushing her thumb across his cheek. "We're so close, don't close your eyes, fight it. Someone get help!"
No one moved, Lynn knew why. There was nothing they could possibly do.
"Lynn, Thomas," Chuck whispered. "Find...my mom, please."
Blood fell out of his mouth again, a cough following it.
"Tell...her..."
He didn't finish the sentence. Chuck's eyes had closed, one last breath escaping his mouth. Lynn and Thomas stared at their friend's lifeless body. Lynn rested her forehead on the back of Thomas' shoulder, her body shaking with sobs, her hands laying on his back. The little boy, the one that survived the whole journey here, died because of getting stabbed in the chest. It wasn't right. He should've lived.
Thomas stood arubtly, stepping away from Chuck's body, and headed straight towards Gally. Lynn didn't pay attention to what he was doing, she pulled Chuck into her arms, hugging him to her chest. She wished she could've done something. She could feel his blood soaking her shirt, but she didn't care. She had promised to take him home, she promised.
Thomas came back, leaving a beaten up Gally on the floor. Lynn stood up, still be honest, she looked like a complete mess. Her hair had come out of her ponytail, eyes were red and puffy, cheeks flushed, orange shirt had a hugh black spot on it from Chuck's blood, tears still running down her face. Newt was at her side in a second, wrapping a comforting arm around his sister's shoulders. Lynn let her head fall into the crook of his neck, not wanting to look at the scene in front of her.
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After awhile, Thomas stood up. Lynn's sobs had come down to hiccups, her brothers arm still wrapped around her shoulders. Chuck was gone and there was nothing they could have done.
"All things happen for a reason." The lady from WICKED said, breaking the silence. "You must understand this."
Lynn looked at her with complete and utter disgust, the women seemed unaffected that a child just died, because of WICKED.
Shouts erupted from the entrance the women had took to get in here. Several women and men had made their way to the entrance, dressed in worn-down jeans and shirts, armed with guns. They were shouting over each other, making it hard to understand what they were saying.
The people tackled the WICKED lady, pinning her to the ground. Several shots were fired, the mystery woman dying right there and then. She was dead. Blood splattering over her white shirt and coat.
"We don't have time to explain." a man said, stepping away from the group, who were shooting their guns left and right. "Just follow me and run like your life depends on it."
And they did.
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They were on a bus. The rescuers had brought them out of the chamber and into the actual outside world. Well, Lynn couldn't see most of it because, one, it was pouring buckets of rain after the left the building. and two, she and all the other Gladers were being herded into a bus, preventing them from stopping and taking in their surroundings.
Lynn sat in the way back of the bus, a few seats in front of Thomas and Newt. She was sandwiched in between the wall and Minho, let's just say the seats weren't the biggest on the planet. Lynn spent the time on the bus looking out the window, listening to the rain pelt the glass. She went over all the events that had happened that day. But one stuck in her mind. Chuck. Lynn promised to bring him home. She promised.
The thought of the little boys lifeless body brought tears to her eyes. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to muffle the sobs that came out of her mouth. Tears were starting to flow freely down her face again. Retracing the trail of the ones that were there thirty minutes ago.
Minho, being the overprotective boyfriend that he was, quickly noticed this. He pulled Lynn into his embrace, letting her tears soak his shirt. She wrapped her thin arms around his torso, burying her head into his chest. He lightly rubbed her back and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. He listened to her mumble the same words over and over again, 'I promised.'
Within thirty more minutes they must've reached their destination, or at least that's what all of them thought since the bus had stopped. The rescuers guided everyone into a large building, leading them through the front door and up a flight of stairs. They found themselves in a very homey looking area. Bunk beds were lined up against the yellow walls. Green and white checkered curtains were guarding the windows. The place they were all in felt safe. Well, Minho had a better way of describing it,
"I've been shucked and gone to heaven."
Beds had been assigned, clothes were passed out, Lynn finally felt safe. They had Pizza for dinner. Real, greasy, pizza, which was gone in a number of seconds. After devouring their dinner, no one argued when they were told it was time for bed. Lynn was walking into the room where everyone was headed when a large hand grasped her upper arm. She spun around to see a man twice her size standing in front of her.
"We have separate room for you, Ms. Newton." said the man. Ms. Newton, why were people calling her that. Before any words could come out of her mouth, she was being pulled away from the door, without even saying goodbye.
Lynn was taken into a room that looked exactly like the room all the other Gladers were staying in. The door closing and locking behind her, she cautiously took a step into the dorm. Deciding it would be best to take a shower after the long day she had, Lynn went into the bathroom. She peeled of her old dirty clothes and stepped into the shower, turning on the hot, soothing water.
She washed everything away, the dirt, the blood, the Greiver goo, the pain, everything. Except the memories, those she couldn't get rid of. Those were stuck in her mind, forever.
Lynn got out of the shower and put on the clothes that were provided for her, which happened to look exactly like Lynn's normal clothes. An orange t-shirt, brown shorts, and a brand new white hoodie, along with undergarments and an exercise bra. Lynn had no idea where her old white hoodie had gone, supposedly it got lost when they were getting out of the Maze, maybe Minho took it, she didn't have a clue.
Slipping the new hoodie over her head, she walked out of the white tile bathroom. She padded over to closest bunk and crawled under the covers, bringing them up to her chin. Her eyes fluttered shut, going into the best sleep she ever had since she came up from the box. The thought of her old friends still fresh in her mind.
Little did she know, she'd be seeing them sooner than she thought.
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Lynn woke up to the sun shining in her face, raising a hand to block the bright light. She pushed off the covers and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. A stinging sensation on the back of her neck made Lynn groan in pain slightly. She sat up, stretching out her arms over her head, listening to her shoulders pop.
Voices could be heard outside, along with the sound of feet shuffling across the floor. Lynn, quickly, got out of bed, moving towards the door. She placed her hand on the handle, trying to turn it. The door was locked. Lynn started to pound her fists on the door, crying out Minho, Newt, and Thomas' name.
"Minho!" She shouted, banging her white knuckled fists on the wood. "Minho! Newt! Thomas! Get me out of here! The door's locked!"
The door was thrown open. An all too familiar blonde she hadn't thought she'd see for awhile standing in the doorway.
"Lynn?"
It was Sonya.
End of Book 1
They are out of the Maze! Yay! I'm so sorry about the poor quality of the past couple of chapters, I just really want to get into the Scorch Trials because I have so much stuff planned. I am taking a small break, I need to clear my mind of the Maze Runner and get into the Scorch Trials. It will only be one week so don't worry!
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-Broadwaykid1832