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TWENTY ONE 「repercussions」 ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚
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SYLVIA WAS FURIOUS. After the doors closed, she broke out of Gally's hold and punched him in the face. His head snapped to the side and he immediately went to cup his bleeding nose. She went to punch him again but someone grabbed her arm to stop her.
"You fucking idiot!"
"Sylvia, stop!" Newt shouted at her, voice angry.
"No! If you had let me go in there I could've got them out!" She felt like she was on fire. The doors had closed with Minho inside the Maze. Her head pounded ferociously.
"If I let you go in there, you would've been trapped with them!" Newt yelled back. His face was red and his eyes were fiery. Sylvia took note of the fact that he used the word trapped instead of dead. Every single one of the Gladers knew that staying in the Maze overnight was a death sentence.
Sylvia held his gaze for a few moments before breaking away from Newt and the others observing their fight.
"Fuck!" She exclaimed.
She dug her fingernails against her skull, pulling at her hair. Her limbs tingled with disbelief and anger. She needed to punch something. She needed to break something.
Her chest heaved erratically. What would they do now? They had lost two leaders within less than two weeks. Would she be the lone Keeper of the Runners now? She felt sick. She paced back and forth in front of the closed Maze doors. The others had started dispersing solemnly. Newt watched her worriedly for a few moments before disappearing along with the rest of them. Sylvia pinched the bridge of her nose like she'd seen Minho do so many times before.
