| - the one - | [newt maze runner]

chapter #10

FILLER CHAPTER

Rens POV:

. . .

"Ok so can we leave now or what." Minho asked Jorge. "not now hermano, at this hour all the cranks are up, we would die 1 hour into the night, plus we need to stock up."

"stock up?" I ask.

"yeah, I've been planning our little get away to the right arm for quite some time now, I just didn't know other... guests would come with us. never the less i'm still prepared. there is a closet down the hall filled with food, eat as much as you can and put the left overs into whatever it can fit into. I also have a room filled with weapons that I feel would prove useful to all of you." my eyes lit up to the word weapons. I hated being defenceless, and with no form of weaponry on me thats exactly how I felt right now.

Jorge handed frypan newt and Minho a shot gun, and packing 2 extras in his bag which I assume is for the girl I now know as Brenda, and Thomas. aris and teresa declines the offer of a gun, saying they will hold the bags with all the food. he then looked over at me and handed me a shot gun and I put it in my bag, along with extra ammo.

I then looked to something behind Jorge hanging on the wall, and my eyes winded, while Jorge smiled. "you know how to use those?" he asked.

"better than a gun" I replied, to which he picked off the leg strap from the wall, with around 10 long skinny daggers in the pockets of the leg strap.

"since when can you use those?" Minho asked surprisingly.

"well I would carve sticks in the field and throw them into trees and shit as a form of entertainment when I wasn't busy, and me and my friend ro- Harriet would fight with them for practise, which ended up being super useful cause our current situation" I said casually, trying to hide the fact that I lied about who I fought with.

"mind giving me a go?" Minho said, trying to edge me on.

"are you asking to fight me spikey?"

"maybe."

I looked over to Jorge to ask if we had enough time, to which he nodded his head, and I took him to the floor below us that was almost completely empty.

this honestly felt a bit cheesy to me cause I knew I was gonna beat him. I took out 4 daggers and threw 2 of them to Minho, while placing 1 in each of my hands.

"rules are-"

he groaned, "ughhhh, no rules, just fight."

"unless you want your head sliced off, there's gonna be rules, and its just one so calm your ass."

he only rolled his eyes to my statement, so I continued,

"rules are, if you get pinned, trapped or you tap out, fights over. got it?"