Just Smile (TMR Fanfic Minho x Reader x Newt)

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

"Alby... Alby. Alby. "

"I SAID NO," Alby snapped at me, twirling around and making me stop abruptly. "You're shucking crazy."

I rolled my eyes and huffed. "You can't stop me forever."

Alby growled and folded his arms across his chest. "The answer is no, Zia. There are three rules in the Glade. One, never harm a fellow Glader. Two, no slackers. Three, never ever go outside those doors and into the Maze."

I frowned. "Then how are we supposed to get out of this maze?"

Alby sighed, frustrated. "Only the runners go out there, but it's impossible for you."

I resisted the urge to smack him. "Care to, oh I don't know, explain?"

"Listen, you can't go out there unless Minho approves you with the rest of the council. It's obvious what they're going to say, that's why we're not letting you be a runner," he slid his hand down his face in annoyance.

"I can prove myself!" I begged. "I have to be out there! I can help!"

Alby glared at me and shook his head once. "You're staying in the Glade till you can prove it. And you'll need Minho to approve of you. That's final."

I watched as he stormed away, irritated by my constant nagging over the two days. Today was the day when the council chose which job I would get. I hated how I had no say over which job I wanted. I didn't focus on the why, but I knew I had to be a runner. I huffed and glowered at the boys who were standing near me as I prowled into my spot in the woods.

I hated everyone and everything. Alby for being prejudiced. Teresa for not explaining nor talking again. Minho for avoiding me after getting wind of what I was doing. Newt for discouraging me and forbidding me to even go near the maze doors. The Creators for putting me in here.

Why wouldn't anyone help me? Why were we even in this shucking maze? Where's the exit? Why can't we just take the risks and be out there, in the maze?

I held back a scream of frustration, punching the tree next to me. I spotted something flashing red near me, and turned to glare at it. A beetle blade, one of those pesky metallic spy thingies. A camera for the Creators to remind us that we were being watched. I glared at it so hard, my eyes hurt from the pressure and the force. I turned to face it and spoke quietly, not wanting anyone to hear me.

"Are you happy now? Are you happy, watching us die, watching us fight against death? Are you happy torturing us?" I spat. "Are you happy, knowing you took away our happiness, our lives? We were just kids, just some shucking kids. And some of us still are. You murderers."

Silence was all that met my ears. The beetle blade just sat there, watching me. I turned away from it, walking towards a stream located deep in the woods.

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*???'s POV* (Following Contains Language Newt disapproves)

"Are you happy now? Are you happy, watching us die, watching us be tortured? Are you satisfied, knowing you took away our lives? We were just kids, just some shucking kids. And some of us still are. You murderers."

She turned away from the camera, walking away steadily. I didn't even bother trailing her. Why would I? I would only cause her so much pain. Pain and burdens were all I gave her. She was so strong, even though we'd performed the swipe on her. She was a master of deception, making me wonder if all those times when she was with me were filled with lies. I grit my teeth, feeling eyes on the back of my head, knowing that I should show no emotions towards her. But how could I not? My heart was being stabbed repeatedly. I remembered his expression when he discovered what she'd done. His aloofness. His grief. His sudden stronger desire to cooperate with WICKED ever since then.

*Flashback*

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!"

I heard a voice scream. I was on the ground on my knees, realizing what Zia had done. And it was all my fault. I felt numb, but knew that there were tears streaming down my face. Bitterness, numbness, rage, grief. So many emotions mixed inside me.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

I felt myself being lifted off the ground and slammed against the wall of the observation room. I looked up from the ground to have my eyes meet the eyes of a boy of 15. His usually olive complexion pale, and brown hair cut short was now messy. His brown eyes were frantic and filled with so much hatred and rage. I felt pain burst from my left jaw as he punched me in the face.

"HOW COULD YOU?! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!"

"I didn't know till now! You already knew the risks anyways," I sobbed.

"You could've stopped her! You could've blocked it but you just sat there like the fucking coward you are!" I heard him scream at me. He threw another punch as the door opened again.

"Thomas!" Teresa cried out. She quickly tried to block the boy from throwing in another punch at me.

"It's okay, Teresa. I deserve it," I croaked.

"No, Thomas. It's not your fault," she defended me.

I didn't understand why she would say that. It was my fault Zia had gone in the maze. If only I had paid attention. If only I had been more careful. The olive boy collapsed, sobbing.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, THOMAS! YOU'LL PAY FOR IT!" he shrieked, his body racking with sobs as he glared at me. "You'll pay for taking away my sister, I swear."

"She's my sister," I croaked. "She's my twin."

"She is, biologically. But I'm more of her twin than you, you coward," he snarled. "You didn't even know. You couldn't protect her. I left her with you, and now she's gone."

"Aris. Stop," Teresa snapped. "She made her own choice, and there's no point in arguing. It's too late."

Heavy silence fell upon us all, as we sat there, numb and too tired to throw another punch or scream or cry. The silence was cracked as we heard a voice from the monitors.

"I will live."

We turned towards the screen, surprised, as it showed us a view of her sleep talking in the medical building. We all looked at each other, feeling not relief, but more pain. Aris stood up, and reached a hand out to me. I looked up into his eyes as he grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

"I'm only cooperating with you until she's out of there and we're in the maze," he announced coldly.

Feeling my throat close up with guilt, I simply nodded. Teresa pressed her hand against our backs, which Aris shook off, storming away. She sighed, and hugged me, letting me cry on her shoulder.

A/N

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L.J