A15 The Innocent

|4| - The Sting

{YOUR POV}

Sighing heavily, I look up through the trees as the sun begins to rise. My eyes drift shut as a soft breeze rocks my hammock slightly. I exhale and feel sleep drifting over me, but in my gut, I felt something.

'Everything was going to change after today.' That was my last thought before sleep took over.

/THE GLADE\

|THIRD POV|

"What about climbing the wall-"

"Tried that."

Thomas sighed at Newt's instant response, his hands holding onto the shovel as he stopped digging. 

"The box- wait until it-"

Newt stopped sending Thomas a slight glare. "Already tried all that Thomas. We've tried everything. The only way out is through the maze."

Thomas paused, looking over his shoulder towards the open doors that lead into the maze. He could feel it calling to him, a siren's song whispering to him and drawing him in. He turned back to Newt when he heard him sigh under his breath.

"Why don't you go and get some more fertilizer, make use of yourself."

Newt tossed him the bucket and Thomas caught it but the shovel hit the ground with a dull thunk. He looked down at it before looking back up at Newt who raised a brow at him. With a sigh, Thomas began walking towards the deadheads while a few Gladers were snickering as he walked away. Passing through homestead, Thomas looked over his shoulder towards the door again. 

"Get the fertilizer Thomas, already tried that Thomas," Thomas muttered under his breath. 

"Are you talking to yourself?"

Thomas stumbled over a stick as the sudden voice started him. When he managed to keep himself upright, he looked over to see Emmy beside's the graves in the deadheads. In her hands were flower crowns, each one made with different flowers. Thomas sighed softly and nodded his head. 

"Yeah, I was. Just a little bit. What are you doing so far out here though. Shouldn't you be-"

Emmy shook her head, placing a blue flower crown on a cross. It hung down over the name, but Thomas could easily read the name. 'George.'

"It's okay for me to be here, beside's it's not like the Beatle Blades can do much. But I'm allowed to be here." She whispered, standing up and walking over to another grave.

Thomas could tell from the array of flowers scattered over the grave, that this was her grave. The only girl that was sent up, the first Glader. YN's grave. He watched as Emmy placed a white flower crown on top of the cross, holding her name. Emmy smiled sadly before the cracking of a stick caught both of their attentions.

"Ben, what are you doing here?" Emmy asked curiously before frowning. "You're still supposed to be running with Minho and the others."

Thomas frowned as he noticed Ben's stare set on him. But he was breathing harshly, and he could see small veins crawling up his neck.

"Ben?" Both Emmy and Thomas asked before Ben screamed at them.

"Run!" Thomas yelled before sprinting away with Emmy by his side.

Ben was scrambling after them, and Emmy felt the tears filling up in her eyes. Her vision was blurry as she ran, just slightly ahead of Thomas. The adrenalin and fear filling their veins as they sprinted past trees, jumping over sticks and logs.