" 𝐴 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛 "
In which Aife leads her boys to freedom, with the help of a boy named Thomas.
Iғ Yᴏᴜ Aɪɴᴛ Sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ʏᴏU ᴀɪɴᴛ ʜUᴍᴀɴ
丂ㄩ尺ᐯ|ᐯㄖ尺丂
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"This is you're time. Let me help you." _______________
Aife walked out into the glade to see what all the ruckus was about. It sounded like cries of panic and pain. Something they had become a little too familiar With. When she made her presence known, the boys made a pathway for her to see what was going on. She got closer and saw a boy sprawled out on his hands and knees while on the floor, breathing heavily.
His eyes were wide and dark blood, almost black, came out of his mouth, along with spit flying everywhere. It ran down his chin and onto his neck, causing his shirt to change color. He looked up at her and she recognized him as a boy named Landon. She was close to him. She and him would train together, and they were planning on training others as well to teach them to defend themselves when in the maze.
It was like all her memories resurfaced of when she went through this, the pain, and the continuous bleeding from the inside out. Like as if you're heart is being ripped from you're chest over and over again until you're either ready to fight back, or ready to die.
His eyes met with hers as he looked up at her with pleading eyes, yet angry eyes. But not towards the girl. He's been stung. And it's too late to save him.
"P-please. Kill me. Kill me Aife." He pleaded towards her. The rest of the gladers looked up at the girl. with unhappy expressions, they slightly backed up to give her space. It's not the first time someone's begged her to kill them. Some times, they didn't have a choice but to send them off into the maze. But this time, they did. Landon was begging for it, and he wasn't being violent towards them. Not yet, at least. Chuck stood with wide eyes as Newt had a comforting arm over his shoulder. The two had already grown rather close in a short matter of time.
Landon now laid on his back, his breathing ragged and heavy. He clamped his eyes shut and his fists gripped onto her arm, creating crescent shapes with his nails as he continued to plead. She was sure he was drawing blood.
"Hurry up. Do it! Please."
This made her furrow dark eyebrows. Most of the time they are begging for their life at her hands, not wanting her to take it away.
She pulled the knife from her back pocket and ran her fingers gently through his hair as she crouched down beside him. He slightly eased into her touch and attempted to slow his breathing.
"S-sing to me. Like you did with the others?"
She gave a sad smile and brought her knife up to his neck as she hummed a melody. She was never sure how she knew it, but it came to her in a dream once. All the boys knew it, she likes to hum to them when they're In pain.
It always works.
She plunged the knife into his neck and pulled it out slowly, causing the thick crimson blood to spill out onto the grass. He began to choke as he struggled to breath. He shifted his gaze to her and nodded his head at the girl one last time before his eyes fluttered shut and the grip he had on her arm loosened.
"Goodbye, brother." She spoke with a discouraged voice, her voice cracked as she watched the life drain from his body. Her heart ached tremendously as she stood. She couldn't banish the boy, he couldn't even walk on his own. He wouldn't have made it far.
She heard a sniffle come from the crowd of boys and she looked up to see a few of them with tears on their faces. She fought back tears of her own and stood up quickly. She looked at the boy that lay dead and cleared her throat, signaling for the baggers to clean up his body.
She kept a stone - cold expression when Minho softly placed both his hands on her biceps causing her to shudder, "You okay?"
"Are you?" She fired back, avoiding his question. Her jaw was clenching as she inhaled a sharp breath. Whoever put them here is a monster, they're simply just children that have been forced to grow up. All because of them.
He sighed and walked in front of her, she looked at the red stained grass to avoid his eyes. He gently grabbed her chin and made her look at him, "Don't do that. Are you okay?"
She hesitated.
"I will be." She said truthfully. She was about to walk away when she heard footsteps following her. She turned to see chuck and Newt approaching her.
"W-why didn't you give him to the grievers?" Chuck stuttered as he tilted his head up at her. So, Newt did tell him about the maze.
"No one wants to be given to the grievers. Sometimes it's better to just get it over with." She responded, her voice monotone. She then walked away, her breathing ragged as tears pooled in her eyes. Once she made it to her room, she walked over to the knife to see her reflection and looked at herself. She took a long look and shut her eyes as she let out a sigh.
They've lost another.
Landon was always understanding about everything, he was always there to listen to others. No matter what you said, no matter how insane you sounded. He listened.
The rest of the day the gladers were quiet. A loss always brings a depressing presence over the glade.
She waited until dark to walk over to the wall that had everyone's names carved into it. She pulled out her knife that was still stained with his blood, which was now dried, and started to cross his name out. She heard footsteps come from behind her and saw Newt walking towards her with a light in his hands so he wouldn't trip.
"You alright?" He asked her with concern lacing his voice.
"We lost another glader, Newt. How many more?" She clenched her jaw and nodded as she finished crossing a line through Landons name.
L̶A̶N̶D̶O̶N̶
"Yeah, well I doubt that you're bloody alright., Minho told me to tell you that you're having a sleepover tonight. Be ready." He said as he walked away from her and back to tell Minho. She chuckled under her breath and shook her head as she followed him.
Minho has always been her closest friend, which is why she always let her guard down around him. Sometimes, she wondered if it was a mistake. But she quickly shoves that idea out of her mind.
When she walked into her room, she was greeted by Minho who welcomed her with open arms, "C'mere, Atta girl." He said when she walked towards him. She chuckled humorlessly and tugged on her hair tie, her raven hair falling down her back.
She soon fell asleep, thinking about what the outside world is like. Why she was sent to that hellhole. And more importantly, she was thinking about that boy that she had seen in her memory. Where is he?
