"So when did you- you know- fall in love with her?" Thomas smirked, knowing he had him right where I wanted him, with his head in Fionaland.
"Woah," Newt defeated with his hands up, "What?"
"I may be slow to getting to know things around here, but...
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Large pillars blocked the sun from my eyes. I saw Gally so clearly but I couldn't trust them. I couldn't blink in fear that when I did, he would be dead not just in my memories. I'd felt every emotion possible about this boy, and now my heart couldn't pick one to settle on.
I'd changed much since I'd last seen him. I wasn't the same 'Blue' he knew. It didn't feel fair to assume that of him. It was expectations neither of us could live up to. We weren't strangers but I couldn't bring myself to believe he would call any of us friends. We all watched him die.
"After the maze, I got picked up by a group headed to the city. They realized I was immune, patched me up, and they brought me here to Lawrence." He walked away, starting down the ramp and expecting us to follow. And because we had nowhere else to go, we did. "This group's been at war with WCKD ever since they took control of the city. But WCKD can't hide behind those walls forever. Day's gonna come, and they're gonna pay for what they've done."
Gally informed us all with certainty. It was a confusing thing, mixing the person he was when I knew him to who he had grown into. "Listen, uh, he doesn't get a lot of visitors. So, let me do the talking. All right? And try not to stare."
I was too busy staring at him, pieces of my mind coming together. The emergence of the past and the present pounded on my head.
"Gally, glad to see you made it back. Jasper told me what happened." The man he referred to as Lawrence spoke.
"It was a slaughter," Gally told the man as he turned, his side profile showing his features or the lack thereof. His nose was nearly completely down, the skin at the tip blown off or taken by the illness.
"There's nothing we could do against those guns," Gally said like it was old news.
"No, but they can only poke the hornet's nest so long before they get stung." He sniffed a rose in his head, making me wonder if his missing nose allowed him to smell anything. "Now, who are these people? Why are they here?"
"We need to get into WCKD. Gally said you can get us through the walls." Thomas declared, not keeping his mouth shut, which I'd like to remind was the only instruction he had been given too far. Gally looked like he might kick him in the chest just for being a dumbass.
"Gally should know better than to make promises that he can't keep." Lawrence spot, facing us now. Allowing us to see his broken face that matched his broken spirit. "Besides, that wall is only half your problem. Getting inside WCKD is impossible."
Gally sighed, indifferent about the following words. "There might be a way now. But it doesn't work without Thomas."
"Is that so?" Lawrence "Do you know what I am... Thomas? I am a businessman. Which means that I don't take unnecessary risks. Why should I invest in you?"
This annoyance urged me to rip what was left of his skin off. A man with so little time left was worried about what he could gain? He had maybe, with the right resources, a month left of life. A proper cough or the smell of a Minho fart after burrito night would put him in the grave.
"'Cause I can help you. You see if you can get me through those walls... I can get you what you need." Thomas offered, even though that was not in his power. I had been focusing on a cure, not a prolonged death.
"What is it that you think I need?" Lawrence hissed, raising what was left of his eyebrow at Thomas.
"Time. Every last drop."
His ears perked at that offer.
That was all he needed. Within the hour, Thomas, Newt, and Gally were all headed down a hole in the ground. And I was left at the mercy of that whole, as it took the three most important people to in, into darkness.
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The sky darkened and fires were lit but it still felt cold inside. Irrational worries bounced around my head. Anything could happen to them on their way into the city or in it. But there was an irony about worrying about three people who never have a memory of safety. We have always hunted.
I mixed a new portion of DNA, chasing Mary's cure that was hidden from me. Gally donated his blood for my experiment. I hoped to see some difference from his days in different environments but nothing popped out in surprise. I wore my bag on my side at all times. My blood vials from months ago, sit in there, waiting to be used. My blood was used in the cure for Brenda, and if the answer was exclusive to those three vials, I couldn't waste it.
The closer we got to WCKD, or WCKD's labs, the itchier my skin got. If I could run it there, with the technology to see structures and exact DNA sequencing I could figure it out. I know it, I feel it in every aspect of my body. But I can't think of a way I could get there without betraying everyone I love. Newt would drag me kicking and screaming if I tried to go there and Gally would use it as another reason to tie me up like a prisoner.
"The tall one." Sonya toyed with the charm of her necklace between her fingers, "What happened to him?"
I sighed, hoping he could get the hit that she was being a distraction but she just kept staring ar me with her doe eyes.
"Gally." I corrected, "Everything fell into chaos when we found the way out of the maze. Gally in his own way tried to control it. He couldn't and-" I spun on my heels getting a good look at her face before I asked the next question. "You don't care about anyone."
She stood up straighter, shaking her head quickly. "No reason."
I scoffed, "You're a bad liar, Sonya."
"We never lied in the Spring. There was no reason to." She stood up straighter.
A skimmer of an idea ran through my brain, just a glimpse of what our life might have been like if lies were unheard of. I saw the possible peace, right alongside the chaos. We each held our lies close to our chest for the right and wrong reasons.
"Welcome to the real world. You better learn fast."
Partly because I couldn't trust her until she couldn't.
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This is a guilt chapter because I realized I haven't posted since August.... sorry my loves. feel free to flip me off from the other side of the screen. I just could not for the life of me write Lawrence, he's so insignificant to the story... I WANT THE DRAMA BITCH
