The Cure? Yeah, ok. There is no cure for me. No, no, no. I pace the room in circles, occasionally giving the wall a good punch. No hope. No hope. I step up to the force field, and look back and forth at the two guards. "Hellooooo." I punch the wall. It turns a purpleish color, then fades back to its original state. I punch it again. Again. And again. "Open up!" I yell. The guards keep their attention. They both look the same. Tall, with broad shoulders. I can't see their hair because of the helmets that they wear. But I can see their noses. Those pretty...little...noses. "Peek-a-boo, I see you!" I reach out to grab the guard to my right's nose, but the stupid wall got in the way. I'll get you, nose. I stare at the wall for a few seconds before I turn back around, and take a seat on the bench that rests on the wall opposite the exit. I place my head in my hands.
Kenzie...
I don't want to die without knowing who she is. I don't want to die without knowing who I am. But I must. Kill me...
"Kill me." They don't answer. This is driving me crazy...A different type of crazy. "Please!" I sit up, and stare at the two, or of what I can see of them. "Answer me!" They don't. I clench my fists. "Tell her to come back," I lower my voice.
No answer. I start to laugh. I don't know why, and I can't help it either. My brain hurts so bad. Not my head, my brain. I wince at the relentless itching. I pull at my hair, and slap my face. "Ow. Ow. Ow," I whisper. I want to die.
Two hours.
Two hours, two hours. Lonely, so lonely. Lonely me. "Where are you, Kenzie? Come out to plaaaay." Come out to play, little nose. Oh, that pretty little nose. Do I have a nose? I reach up, and touch it. Why, yes, you do have a nose, Newt.
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After the Death Cure 2 ( The Maze Runner )
FanfictionWhat reason did WICKED take Kenzie's life? Will it all go to waste? What happens to the Gladers after their loss? All of these questions will be answered in the second book of the After the Death Cure series. ⚠ IF YOU HAVE NOT READ AFTER THE DEAT...
