The Death Cure Trials (TMR Love Triangle)

Seven - The Scorch Trials

"But now here you are again, so let's skip the 'How you been?' and get down to the 'More than friends' at last."

Penelope

Perhaps my entire life has been a myriad of running from what's truly important, ignoring the facts and focusing on the feeling, a waste of a lifetime spent on healing rather than accepting the pain. In order to heal, you must accept that you're hurt; a gunshot wound will bleed out if not tended to, and I had somehow once convinced myself that it would heal naturally, if left alone.

I'm glad to say I've grown since then, or since the maze, because I'm far more responsible to myself and for the things I do now, no longer dependent on teenage boys. I remember feeling so insignificant all of the time, my mood dependant entirely on whether Tommy or Newt were angry with me or not, whether Gally was around me, if Fry was up for a conversation. I'm finally happy in my own presence once again.

I release my axe from my back holster, my backpack covering up the sheath which rested there by delicate fabric sewn by those from the Right Arm camp. We were on the side of the road now, ducked behind cars as we waited for the ambush.

I could hear the sound of a car engine coming closer, I knew it was time soon.

My fingers itch to use my axe, to get some kind of revenge on the W.I.C.K.E.D. bastards who wanted to cross us as I sat entirely still, listening to nothing but the sound of my own breathing. I'm trying to be as careful as possible to not move much or make much sound, as I'm the closest to the upcoming car, sent into direct firing range.

I'd gone over the plan a million times in my head, it was Sonya and Harriet's job to disarm the group while Ophelia and I were in the closest range, so it was our task to find at least one member and hold a weapon to them. It sounds far more harsh than originally intended, but it was what Vince had asked us to do and the rest of the soldiers aside from the associates were either behind other cars or stuck in the mountains overseeing us so that they could watch over us for backup.

My breathing felt slightly strained through the mask I was wearing which covered up to my eyes, and I barely felt recognisable after all of the things I had been through. It hadn't been long since we escaped the maze, a couple of months perhaps, but I've matured so much, and I feel as though I finally look my age, even though I'm not necessarily sure how old I am, probably 17 now. Happy birthday to me.

A sudden wave of anxiety and dread washed over me as the engine to the car was closer than ever, and I heard it come to a lurching stop in time with my heart. It felt as though something was wrong, like we weren't supposed to be here, though I brushed it off quickly as new kid blues and ensured I stayed on my post, ducking to stay low behind the car as I stared from underneath it.

The car doors opened, and a group of people seemed to flood out of the car which I could barely make out, only able to see their feet. My hands gripped the axe tighter as they began to approach the abandoned cars.