The Deadliest Generation: The Maze Of Monsters

Memories, but you remember nothing

Author's Note: It's been a tough few days guys, and I'm much happier I can write now :), I wasn't able to.

Silence filled the room like sickness. Everyone was frozen in place, like a spell had been placed over everyone in the room. Every member of the Council had their eyes locked on Minho, who was looking slightly irritated at all of their disbelief. Thomas was stunned, waiting for the Runner to say he was kidding.

Gally smashed the silence that seemed to be more uneasy as it went on, by standing up so suddenly his chair fell onto the floor with a bang. The boy's face was red with fury and he said, "That's ridiculous! He should be kicked off the shuckin' Council for even suggesting something so stupid!"

Any pity Thomas felt to Gally vanished hurriedly at that stupid statement.

Some Keepers seem to agree with Minho's statement, however. Frypan clapped to drown out Gally and clamoured to take a vote. Others didn't. Winston shook his head determinedly, muttering under his breath, making Frypan frown at him. Winston looked slightly sheepish, and when Thomas next looked at Gally, he saw his scowl had faltered slightly. He seemed... sad.

Thomas shrugged it off, as more and more shouts of confusion and arguments were thrown across the room, and wished more than ever that he was far away from this room and all its confusion.

Then Newt stood up and screamed at everyone to shut up, and when he finally restored peace he glared around the room. 

"Shuck the whole lot of ya." He said finally after yelling. "I've never seen a bunch of shanks look so much like bloody toddlers. We're the adults here, remember? Don't shuckin' forget it, although we don't look it. Act like it, or we'll disband the whole bloody Council and start from shuckin' scratch." He paced from end to end of the semicircle of chairs, staring each Keeper dead in the eye, looking so pissed off Thomas felt a bit scared. "Are we clear?"

Silence.

"Good that!" Newt remarked, rolling his eyes again. He walked to his chair, then sat down, beginning to scribble furiously again on the notepad. He looked up at Minho, who still seemed tired, and said, "That's some pretty serious klunk, brother. Sorry, but you need to talk it up to move it forward." 

Minho began to protest, but slightly faintly, "It's easy for the rest of those shanks to say so, though Newt! I'm the only Runner in this shucking group, and the only one who's even been out in the Maze is Newt."

Thomas bit his lip. What had happened to Newt in that Maze?

Gally interjected, cutting through Thomas's thoughts. "Not if you count the time I-"

"I don't count it, shuck-face." Minho said, rounding on Gally, "And believe me, you don't know what it's like to be out there! The only reason you were shucking stung was because you broke the rule you're blaming Thomas for. That's hypocrisy!"

Newt looked as if he thought Minho had made a fair point, but said, "Minho, defend your proposal and be done with it, okay?"

Minho rubbed his face, looking tired and then said, "You don't get it. He ran into that Maze, only caring that two people who weren't very nice to him needed help. And I'm the Keeper of the bloody Runners and when I ran off, freaking out like a shucking chicken, he should've lost all hope for survival, and given up. But no, he puts Alby's safety in front of his own, making sure he can stay safe in the vines, then runs away from a Griever. He never freaked out, panicked, or anything like that. I've never seen anything like it-"

"Yeah, we get it," Gally spat, "Tommy here is one lucky shank." 

"As if you would've done that on your first week, Gally." Newt fired back at him. "You cried more than all of us, if I remember correctly."