" 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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"I am the leader. The queen. No one fights for me." ___________________
Aife stared at Minho and fought off the urge to bash his head into the wall until he bleeds. Shes not worried about herself one bit, shes worried for them. Minho's been in the maze before, yeah. But he hasn't lasted a night. She has, only, she's not sure she can last another.
She looked at their surroundings and let out a shaky breath. The floor seemed to be glistening its normal shade, like as if slippery. The ivy on the walls ran through the small cracks and reached the floors, but not the top.
"What happened to em'?" Thomas asked him as he observed how Alby looked injured. She squinted her eyes at the shanks stupidity. Sometimes, she tends to get snappy in situations like these, It's life or death.
"He was stung." Minho panted as he stood up with her help. She let him go and let out a shaky breath as her eyes fluttered shut, trying to come up with a plan.
"What happened to his head," Thomas pointed to the bloody spot on Albys head, she looked at Minho and automatically knew what had happened. The bloody bump on his head was pretty self explanatory.
"He did what he needed to do." Aife defended the boy.
"Come on, we gotta go. Now." Minho said suddenly as he stood up, the girl felt her heart break at the words she just heard, "We can't just leave him, Minho. He's family."
She protested as she dragged Alby's limp body to lean against the wall. All that was to be heard was the panicked arguments between Thomas, and Minho and Aife grew sick of it, "Shut the hell up, we've got more important problems to deal with in case you shuck-faces haven't noticed."
Aife looked up only to be met with Minho having his hands around then greenies collar and shoving him against the wall. She cocked up an eyebrow and looked at them skeptically, "The vines."
Minho dropped Thomas's shirt and looked at the girl incredulously, "Yeah? What about em' ?"
"We tie up Alby and we come back for him later."
"She's got a point. That could work." Thomas agreed with her and she gave him a thankful nod, which he returned.
"We can't come back, because we're gonna die. We can't come out of this." Minho snapped as he ran a hand through his perfect hero hair.
Not lookin' so hero now are you Minho?
"Not with that attitude you can't. Some positive shank you are." She mumbled sarcastically, causing him to send a glare her way.
