~|Charge|~ Thomas

Chapter 21: He Belongs to the Maze Now

Then, it was time for Ben to be banished. Linnea was forced to put out the amazing feeling of Thomas's hands on her body, his lips on hers, all of those feelings that had happened only the few minutes before. Ever since Thomas was out of her sight, Linnea could only think about him, wanting go back to him, wrap her arms around him and kiss him with that lustful passion that they had before. Between them, nothing would be the same anymore, unless, from before the maze, that was normal. Although Linnea was only thirteen-years-old when she entered the maze, something told her that she was with Thomas like that. Well, not completely like that, but still in that sort of relationship.

But, she would have to put all of those thoughts of him out of her mind. Ben was being banished. There hadn't been that many banishments,  but whenever there was one, there was a lot of screaming and pain coming from the boy being banished. They were normally banished for going against the rules, hurting another glader, going beyond the walls holding them in the glade, or, it would always, always happen, when a glader was stung. There was no saving them once they went through the changing. None. Some of the stuff that they said was absolutely crazy, and other things made sense, but no matter what, they would have to put that out. The glader was dangerous, and would have to be put out into the maze. The maze. Once again her mind was led back to Linnea's dream. Being stuck in the maze. Those dreaded doors closing in on her, trapping her in there for the second time. That was a secret that someone was yet to know. The only secret that was left to be found out by Thomas. Linnea had survived a night in the maze. 

When Linnea and Minho got over to the pit where Ben was being held, his screeches had slowed over time, but still were there, when Ben saw Linnea, they just started back up again. "I'm gonna kill you!" He screamed at the girl, retracting a gasp to come out of both her and Minho's mouths. "This is all your fault! You put us here! You and the Greenie, you are going to pay for this!"

Minho glared at Ben, his voice still full of the protectiveness that was in his voice from before with Thomas, he said to the blonde, crazed boy, "Shut up, Ben."

"Minho," Ben started to plead. "You need to listen to me. They'll want to take you home. But no!! No!!! It's better we all die out here rather than take us back there. They did this to us!! Kill them while you can!"

Getting in the pit, Ben attempted to pounce on top of Linnea, but she kicked him in the stomach with her strong kick, sending the boy to the ground, where Minho pinned him down, and tied his hands up behind his head. "You did this to yourself, Ben," Minho told him, grunting as he tied the knot tight. "Linnea and Thomas have nothing to do with this."

They dragged Ben out, and the banishment began. Pulling him towards the large doors, all of the Keepers standing there with their poles, which would be used to get him out. As Linnea and Minho pushed him forward, one of each of their hands on his back, keeping him moving forward, he screamed pleads. "Just listen to me," he started, his voice full of venom, hate, and aversion. "Just, please, listen to me! Please, Minho!" As the two Keeper of the Runners pushed him past their leader, Ben muttered his name, his voice not changing at all from his tone of hate.

Once they got directly in front of the doors, the two of them shoved him to the ground. Minho told Linnea that she could go, knowing that she hated the next parts of it, and reluctantly, she did, walking over, and grabbing her own pole, positioning herself next to Newt and Alby. Her eyes floated to who was behind her. Thomas, standing there with Chuck. She almost smiled at the sight of him. His pale-skinned face with his beautiful whiskey-brown eyes and soft, dark hair. She absolutely loved him. But then, just and only then, she couldn't smile. The matter was too serious. Not yet. Once it was over, Linnea knew that she would be right back in his strong, muscled arms all over again.

Back in front, Minho grabbed a knife, and cut the ropes that were holding Ben's hands behind his head, allowing him to put them down on the ground, feeling the touch of the glade for the last time. Heavy tears fell from the Griever-stung boy's eyes as he coughed out and once again, begged, and pleaded for them to stop. "No, please. Please don't." Minho stood in front of him ready to throw the bag that was prepared for him back into the maze. That was all he got. "Please don't do it."