After the Death Cure 2 ( The Maze Runner )

Chapter 26 | Kenzie

"What is this?" Ava asks as she scans her finger over the image of my brain.
"Umm...Looks kinda like my brain," I reply sarcastically. This is none of her business, anyway.
"Ok. And what is this," she points at the black ooze, ignoring my comment.
"The...Flare?" I'm not sure what she's asking.
"Yes. And why is it there?"
"Because it's a disease."
"That didn't answer my question."
"Ava, what exactly are you looking for?"
"I want to know what you know. This wasn't here before."
"I-" I try to find an explanation. "It's in my memories. It must have been there before."
"Unless you have new ones."
"What?"
"So, you haven't been told anything?" She asks, looking down at her clipboard, obviously done with the conversation.
"What is there to know?" I question curiously.
"You may leave."
"What are you hiding?"
"Leave."
The two guards step up on either side of me. I give in to the state of being out numbered, and do as Ava says. But that doesn't mean I'm going to give up.

Not while I still have Joshua around.

I step in the elevator, and patiently wait for it to come to a stop. I walk down a series of hallways with my mind fixated on what I am going to ask Joshua.
I reach the computer room, and he, again, stands with his clipboard, staring down at it. He looks up at me when I reach him. "Good evening. I hope you're doing well. Although, I think it would be best to stick around near your room."
"Slim it, Joshua. I'm not here for a safety lesson." He completely turns towards me, instead of looking at me from an angle, and holds his clipboard further down his chest. "I'm here because I want answers. And you know what kind I'm talking about. You're hiding...or, WICKED is hiding something. And it's not fair to keep it from us. After all of the klunk we've been through, I think we deserve to know."
He stares at me for a second, then scans the room behind me before grasping my arm, and pulling me close to him. "I'll tell you what you do and don't deserve. Right now, you deserve to be dead for speaking about this in public. Let alone in front of WICKED supporters." He puts a lot of stress on the last few words. I look back and forth at each one of his eyes, trying to find words to snap back. I'm astonished. He looks around to see if anyone is watching us, then our eyes meet again. "When the time is right, I'll speak with you. Until then," he whispers, "Leave it be." He releases his grip, and turns away from me. I stare at his back for a few moments until I finally turn back around.
I'm not sure of where to go next. Maybe I should get out of here while I can.