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Sonya looked up at the man in horror, dreading the next moments to come. The Cranks were known for being absolutely, positively insane. Or at least, that's how they appeared when they were outside Sonya's window.

The taller blonde cradled Lynn to her chest, glancing down at her friend to see that she had gone unconscious, blood pouring heavily out of the gash on her freckled forehead. Keep Lynn safe, she thought. That's all Sonya needed to do. Keep Lynn safe. If the latter was able to spend a night in the Maze, with stupid Greivers and Sonya on her back, half dead, the former leader could manage to keep Lynn alive in some abandoned underground railroad with a crazy man.

"What?" Who was this Jessie Mccoy? Who knows what the Crank was talking about, probably some nonsense that he was imagining.

"Ms. Jessie Mccoy," The man answered, "She lost her toy. Do you know where the toy is? Ms. Jessie Mccoy?"

Sonya gathered Lynn in her arms and stood up, coming face to face with the Crank's burnt and bruised face, smelling the awful stench that came off him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Sonya said, cautiously taking a step back, hearing the dirt crackle and crunch under her boots. "Just leave me and my friend alone."

The man took a step closer, his yellow eyes glowing even brighter. "Oh but Ms. Jessie misses her toy. Wouldn't you help poor little Jessie?"

"No," Sonya repositioned Lynn in her arms, her hands flinging up into a 'keep away' position. "No, I have to help my friend." With a quick bow of her head, Sonya motioned to Lynn, whose blood was now soaking the crook of Sonya's elbow. "She needs medical assistance." Sonya was trying her best not to anger the Crank in front of her, being careful of what she said.

Before Sonya could open her mouth again, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and tugged, making her drop Lynn into the awaiting arms of the man that stood in front of her.

"Let me go!" Sonya cried, twisting and turning in the person's arms that restricted her from taking Lynn. She felt an old, crinkly hand cover her mouth, muffling her screams for the man to hand her friend back to her.

The Crank man stared down at Lynn in complete fascination, letting his twitching, long fingers brush away the blood-soaked hair that was plastered to her forehead. He let his pointer finger drift from the corner of her right eye to her bottom lip, tapping her lips before looking back up at Sonya with a wicked smile. "Yes, yes." The Crank's rotting teeth revealed themselves from under his dry, chapped lips. "This toy will definitely do for Ms. Jessie."

Sonya sunk her teeth down into the hand that was blocking her mouth, earning a loud scream from the woman that had Sonya locked in her hold. Sonya raised her left knee and kicked her leg backwards, sending her foot right into the stomach of her capturer. She heard a thump on the dirt behind her. With a flick of her ponytail, Sonya glanced behind her, making sure that the woman was non-moving. Indeed she was, the Crank Woman was curled up into a ball, clutching her lower stomach as she moaned in pain.

Turning back towards the man, Sonya narrowed her eyes, eyeing her unconscious friend that currently lay in his arms. That wicked smile was still etched across his face, his head tilted to the side, letting his dirty, matted hair fall onto Lynn's bloodied forehead. She was probably going to get an infection if they didn't clean the wound up.

Through gritted teeth, Sonya said, "Let. My. Friend. Go."

The Crank man took a step away from Sonya, his arms tightening around Lynn. "I believe that Ms. Jessie misses her toy, must return the toy to Ms. Jessie."

"Well, Ms. Jessie isn't getting her toy." Sonya reprimanded, "Because Lynn is coming with me." Sonya cranked her hand back, her fingers clenching together in a fist. She launched her fist directly at the Crank's face, sending him stumbling backwards onto the ground as Lynn fell from his arms. The feeling of her body hitting the ground caused Lynn's amber eyes to open, but were immediately squinted as she groaned at the terrible ache in her head.

It took Lynn all but two seconds to realize what was going on. Sonya was standing tall with fury in her crystal blue eyes, staring down at a Crank that was lying on the ground a few feet in front of her. Lynn placed a hand on the wall behind her, her finger nails digging into the gritty stone as she gained her balance. She rested her forearm on the wall, resting most of her weight to the side. Lynn raised a shaky hand to her forehead, feeling that the blood had stopped pouring from the wound near her hairline.

Sonya had pounced on the Crank, pinning him to the ground. She had placed her legs on either side of his torso, using her left hand to grab the collar of his torn shirt. Sonya gripped the old material in her fist, bringing the man's face inches away from her own. Raising her clenched hand above her head again, she sent the first punch into his left eye, making his head jolt back. But Sonya didn't dare stop her fist-fire. She sent punch after punch into the Crank's forehead, eye, cheeks, chin. Sonya needed him unconscious to keep him away from Lynn and from following them out of this stick place.

The younger blonde practically pried her friend off of the Crank, who was now knocked out on the dirt floor, and locked her arms around Sonya's waist. Lynn did her best to try and keep Sonya from lunging at the man and hurting him any further.

"Sonya! Calm down stick!" Lynn shouted.

The elder girl immediately relaxed her tensed muscles as Lynn kneeled down on the ground, letting Sonya fall into her waiting arms. Sonya's legs had tangled themselves as she collapsed, panting heavily. "My God, Sonya." Lynn said breathlessly. "What the hell did the poor man do?"

"He tried…." Sonya used the back of her hand to wipe the sweat away from forehead. "He tried to….take you…away. Something about…..a little girl….needing a new…toy."

Lynn let her friend have a light chuckle, "You're speakin' nonsense Sonya."

"I know. He was too."

The younger moved away from her friend, slowly rising to her feet the nauseating feeling returned to her stomach. Lynn's right flew out to wall again, her other hand clutching her aching forehead. A buzzing sound filled her ears as her breaths quickened.

"Lynn?" Sonya rose to her feet, placing a hand on Lynn's shoulder. "Ya okay stick?"

"Yeah." Lynn answered, taking a deep breath before she removed her hand from the wall. "I'm fine, let's just keep going, 'fore these sticks wake up." Sonya nodded her head in agreement, clamping her hand over Lynn's wrist, slightly tugging her down the path of the underground railroad.

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Minho's dreams were Lynn-filled ones.

She was in every single one. Her long, flaxen hair flowing behind her as she gazed up at him with her amber eyes, the corners of her pink lips brought up into bright smile. He remembers feeling those soft, rosy lips on his own, finally claiming her as his own. Minho wanted to have her back in his arms again, be able to smash his lips against hers again. His fingers inched to roam over her alabaster freckled skin, thread his fingers through her hair. But he wasn't able to do that. Well, not now at least.

Newt had refused to tell them what was in the folder that Rat Man gave him, throwing the papers away so that none one could view the contents. All he said was that Lynn was alive, which gave everyone a slight peace of mind about the younger girl. But it wouldn't stop the worrying that Minho, Newt, and Thomas provided. Just the very thought of the blonde made them wonder what she was doing, if she was hurt, if she was dead, something that Newt hated hearing.

Minho's eyes wouldn't even close that night. He kept thinking something bad happened to his precious angel, it was just a feeling inside his heart that told him that Lynn had been harmed in some way. Maybe she was curled up somewhere, crying her eyes out, or she could be bleeding to death out in the Scorch, she could've been killed by that screaming girl in the shack.

But he couldn't think those thoughts. No, he couldn't. It would be bad karma, even though Minho didn't believe in any of that crap. He just needed to think positive about the situation. Lynn was probably protected by those friends of hers out of harm's way…..hopefully.

Okay, so I will be disappearing off the Earth for a while. For the whole month of July, I will be going to a music camp deep in the woods. So this story won't be updated for a little bit. There may or not be a oneshot that could come out before I leave, but it's a big MAYBE. I do apologize for giving you all such a short chapter, especially because I'll be gone for a month. But hopefully chapter 35 will be longer.

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed or followed the story! Maybe when I return there will be 60 followers! Who knows?

Now if anyone of you lovely people would like a Maze Runner oneshot on Lynn and Minho, please PM me or leave a review on the story, I would like to produce more material for the Maze Runner!

Until next time!