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"we stay close, we stick together. we get through this. we get out now...or we die trying" -thomas, maze runner
song to listen to: paint it black by hidden citizens
warnings: fighting, swearing, yelling, injury, graphic descriptions of said injuries & violence, an axe murderer, mentions of death, actual death, bloody gore
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The forest tore at me as I ran through it, branches getting snagged on both my hair and my clothes. But despite the trips and tears, I knew I couldn't stop running. If I stopped for two seconds too long, Tommy might catch up to me before I could get back to camp. If Tommy got back to the camp before I could, countless people would die, and I couldn't let that happen. Not on my watch. I saw the cabins closest to the forest up ahead, and my pace miraculously quickened.
Tears stained my face and the gears in my damaged brain wouldn't stop turning. Why Tommy? Why one of the three people in my life who love me? Why Tommy? Is Cindy okay? Is Tommy running behind me? How do we end the curse? There has to be a way to end the curse. No, there is a way to end this curse. I just need to find out what that way is. Fuck. Why Tommy? Why Tommy? Why Tommy?
The anger rising from my body made the tears rolling down my face cease their existence as I repeated those two words in my head. 'Why Tommy?' Why not Tommy? He had dreams, he was a sweetheart with the utmost of love and respect in his heart. He had dreams of getting out of Shadyside, and the witch can't have that at all. How dare anyone try getting out of Shadyside, right?
Nearing the cabins I'd seen a couple of minutes ago, I noticed some Sunnyvale campers on one of the roofs, and my eyes widened. Now, since they're Sunnyvalers, their idiocy makes sense-being on the roof was a good way to not get caught, but they needed to get down. And I needed to make them get down.
"Hey!" I yelled up to them, jogging over to the cabin. "Hey! Get down from there, we all need to go to the Mess Hall! Right now! The-the game's over! Get down!"
A boy running on the end of his teenage years was the one to reply for the group of them. "Yeah, no fucking way, Peters! This is just one of your shitty tricks so maybe there's a chance Shadyside wins!"
"No, this isn't a joke! Shadyside already lost, alright? The game is over. You need to get down-" It was difficult to keep my voice at a reasonable when an idiot such as Ferris was the one I had to talk to.
"Oh fuck off, Mia! Go fuck Tommy or something, we're staying up-"
"Ferris!" My yelling turned into a more obvious show of anger. "Get off of the roof! Right now! This isn't a fucking joke anymore, okay?! Get down!"
