~|Charge|~ Thomas

Chapter 31:Rules Are Meant To Be Broken

With all of the information they had just found, the group of six took no hesitation to go to Newt and show him what they found. A clue. That device was a clue and they were going to maybe, just maybe, be able to use that clue to find a way out. To go home. If there was any home to get to. If there was anything even beyond the glade. All of the gladers knew that they had been put there for a reason. Some believed that it was punishment, that they were sent there as an alternative instead of jail, others thought they were sent there to save them, like the world beyond them was horrible and worse than what they were living in then.

"We found this," Thomas presented the device as Newt studied it. "It was inside a Griever."

Newt looked up at them. "These are the same letters we get on our supplies." Indeed they were. W.I.C.K.E.D. Something about it had some important significance to them. Their past life. The words seemed familiar to both Linnea and Thomas, but neither of them could put a finger on it.

"Yeah," Linnea agreed. "Whoever put us here obviously made the Grievers." She could feel Thomas's gaze on her, his eyes refusing to take themselves off of her. Familiarity. That was what they felt for each other. They had felt it before, and it had grown stronger and stronger since, but even when Linnea was mad at him and refused to even look at the boy, something still seemed to be growing more and more familiar every second. Those letters, though, that one word, it all seemed to be trying to fit itself as a missing puzzle piece of the puzzle Linnea and Thomas were putting together, but they couldn't find the exact piece yet. Linnea continued her speech, though. "And this is the first real clue, the first, pretty much anything we've found in over three years."

"Newt," Thomas spoke up again, his stare moving from Linnea over to Newt. "We gotta go back out there. Linnea's right. She always is. Who knows where this might lead us."

The brunette female blushed when her overly curious lover said that she was always right. People, meaning the other boys of the glade, had always misjudged her, saying that she wasn't right just because she was some girl. She always eventually proved them wrong, though. Linnea was starting to come back to Thomas again a bit. Her anger towards what he had done, and the knowledge that the girl seemed to have over them slowly started to just fade a bit, making her warm back up to Thomas, letting it all be somewhat okay again. Somewhat. Still, she was mad at him.

Everyone looked over to Gally, who was in the room with them, their expression asking for some sense of approval from him. Although they didn't want him to even have to take part in the conversation. Noticing the eyes that were fixated closely and intently on him, Gally spoke, "You know what they're trying to do, right?" There was a silent pause, as if the others were waiting for him to explain because although they were all pretty smart, none of them really knew what Gally was talking about. "First they break the rules that, might I add, Linnea made-"

"But I didn't-" The stubborn girl started to move forward, clearly psyched up and ready to threaten Gally, but Minho grabbed her arm, pulling her back in a sharp motion, telling her to let him speak. 

Gally sighed, looking at Linnea with core disapproval, before starting back up again. "Then, both of them try to convince us to abandon the rules totally, what? The rules are the only thing that have ever held us together; why now are we questioning that?" Linnea bit her lip and looked away, as did both Thomas and Newt, knowing that Gally was right in some sense, but in others, the rules should change. Rules were meant to be broken. "If Alby was here you know he'd agree with me."

Linnea did know that. Alby was always a rule follower. And although Linnea and Nick developed the rules, they both knew that they would be eventually broken. Nick broke them when he hurt Linnea and killed George, Linnea broke them when she was pulled after Thomas. The rules were always meant to be broken.

"These shanks," Gally pointed at Linnea and Thomas and they both looked down at their boots, as if suddenly they became so interesting. "Need to be punished."

A silence filled the room that was gathered by the Keepers and Thomas. The two, proved 'guilty' gladers looked back up, Newt staring back at them with an intense look on his face. He handed Linnea back the device which she handed back behind her to Minho. "You're right," the second-in-command agreed with Gally, sending a shocking look to both Linnea and the others expressions and the female Runner's mouth to go agape. "They broke the rules. One night in the pit and no food."

Linnea, once again, stepped forward to protest, and once again, Minho grabbed her, pulling her back and slapping his hand, clasping it over her mouth, making it so that she couldn't talk.

"Oh, come on, Newt," Gally exclaimed. "One night in the pit. . . You think that's going to stop him from going into the maze?"

"No," Newt blatantly answered. "And we can't just have non-Runners running around in the maze whenever they feel like it." Gally stared at Newt intently and crossed his arms in front of his body. "So let's just make this official." Newt looked straight at Thomas in the eyes. "Starting from tomorrow, you're a Runner."

Thomas's gaze flipped back over to Linnea, her hand pulling Minho's off of her mouth, all of them standing there dumbfounded. She was definitely mad at Thomas again. Linnea had never once had to spend the night in the pit since Gally made her her own hut. Thomas was now going to be a Runner? What the shuck? It was sort of surreal. She almost wanted it, knowing that the boy could possibly, and very likely, do something stupid there without her, so it might be better if he ran with her, but also, they have been awkward around each other all day. It was hard to imagine that it was one day. One day since they found out that they lived through the night in the maze. One day that they had found another girl and she was in a coma, somehow knew Linnea and Thomas, and was said to be the last glader ever and they found a clue. The first pretty much ever. So surreal.

Gally got up and strutted out in clear anger. Anger that they didn't have a larger punishment. Anger that Thomas was now a Runner. Anger at the world for having them in that situation. Frypan put out an arm to try and stop him, but he swatted it away, saying, "Nah, Fry."

Thomas, with almost a smile on his face, looked at Linnea, but once again she refused to look at her lover in the eye. It was still too hard. Realizing that, Thomas turned to look at Newt. "Thanks Newt."

Newt nodded, and inside, he knew it was the right thing to do. He knew that Thomas, with Linnea, was going to be able to be the one to get them out. He was going to get them out of that cruel place. Get them home.

Author's Note:

Wow! I haven't posted a chapter in like a week! I miss this!  So, on my other book, Don't Cross the Line, I got to 400 views!!!!!!!!! Oh, My FREAKING GOD!!!!! I love you so much! I don't know too much if I like this chapter that much or not. As I said before, it's kind of hard for me to write them in a fight, it's just more fun to have them all in love and stuff lie that. Please continue to read this book because there is more coming. Also, tomorrow is my birthday!!!! Yes, I am an April Fool's baby so go ahead and make a joke about it. I get it every year.  I hope that every one's that's on spring break is having a good one! I am! Tomorrow is my last day on vacation so soon I am going home! Goes well with this title, doesn't it? I'm writing with like 5% left on my laptop so I am going to have to say good-bye here, so. . . good-bye!!!

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