The Truth Behind it All - MAZE RUNNER FAN FIC

Chapter Twelve

Ethan cowered in the corner, watching the strangers nervously, his eyes moving from their crazy eyes to Thomas every so often. Thomas stood tall, almost confidently. He was in front of an open door that creaked as it swung in the breeze. A man stood beside him, he stood tall with a smirk on his face, he had recently had a blood nose, it must have been him getting punched earlier. They walked through the door, Thomas first and the bloody man follwing close behind. I started to follow him, worried about what was happening. I was stopped by a pretty girl as she held one knife at my throat, ready to slit it if I moved one more step towards the door.

'Don't even think about it...' she growled. I looked down at her other hand, she had another knife pointed at my crotch.

'Mind getting that knife away from my balls?' I growled back.

Neither of us moved until Thomas came back into the room. His eyes immediately locked onto the knives. He immediately made a move towards me, his hands outstretched ready to grab the knives. The bloody man held him back.

'That's enough Brenda.' the man chuckled.

Brenda pulled the knives back and slid them into her belt in one swift movement. I took a step backwards and stood in front of the Gladers protectively. I looked around the room and saw Minho, he had blood on his knuckles, I should have known it was him giving the stranger a beating. He was breathing heavily and staring at the ground, whatever that man had done had made Minho furious. The strangers stayed as the rest of us followed the man with the blood nose and Brenda beside him. I stood awkwards beside Thomas with Newt and Minho behind us, Newt slightly limping as we walked. God, I felt so bad for him. That limp is a permanent reminder of the Maze and its horrors, whenever I see him limping I picture Newt standing on top of a wall in the maze crying before jumping to commit suicide. I'm happy that he's alive, but the imagry is too much to handle sometimes. I remember when he told me what had happened, I had broken down crying and hugged him and told him I was so happy he was alive.

'Where are we going?' I asked, my chest tightening in a knot when I realised Thomas was the only one that knew the answer.

Thomas swallowed, his Adam's apple bopping up and down.

'They're taking us to get food.' he sighed.

My stomach immediately started making retarded whale noises at the thought of food, he looked at me strangely before we both struggled to hide our laughter. Once our laughing fit was over, our hands fell to our sides. His hand lightly brushed mine, I attempted to brush his back but instead he looped his little finger through mine. I looked up at him and he smiled shyly as his cheeks flushed red. Gradually, one finger at a time, our hands locked together as we walked. Our feet stepped in time as we trudged through the dust to our destination. I drifted into bliss as I felt his thumb rub mine subtly. When I finally started realising where we were, we were walking down a staircase into an underground series of tunnels. There were benches and chairs in the room. We all sat down as Brenda and the man, his name was Jorge I think, walk into what must have been a storage room, they walk back with cans of beans and bread that was close to being as dry as the desert outside. 

Brenda reached Thomas and myself, glancing down at our intertwined hands with a smirk on her face, 'Hmm, cute,' she murmured, holding bread and a can of beans for them to share, 'Here.'

I smiled awkwardly up at her.

'Thank you.' I said took the bread, my fingers curling around it's centre to rip it in half for Thomas.

Brenda moved further down the line of Gladers, leaving them to themselves after handing them food with a suspicious smile. I held the piece of bread for Thomas but he shook his head, passing the bread back.