𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ༒ minho, tmr

twelve ~ a tough choice

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Londyn's eyes widened as they rimmed with tears at every word being thrown at her. She held no recollection even remotely in association with it, the fact that they believed to be dying out because of her struck a weak part of her heart.

She wiped an escaped tear off of her cheek, shaking her head. "I'm sorry if you think that this was because of me."

"It was," George spluttered, black liquid dripping from his mouth as the redness of his eyes consumed his last iota of sanity. "You need to die, just like the other traitors hiding in here with you."

Newt, Minho, and Gally stood up, unsure of what to say. Newt was the first to raise his arm out of caution, taking a single step forward so he would be closer to them than Londyn was.

"It doesn't matter what happened before this place, George, trust me," he tried to console the boy. "I'm sure we all did things we wouldn't be proud of."

George chuckled darkly to himself, exchanging looks with the other boys who'd entered with him. "The difference is that she knows what she did."

Londyn shook her head frantically. "No, I don't. I don't remember."

"Maybe if you explained it like a normal person, she'd have more to admit to," Minho suggested snidely. "Shanks like you who go crazy don't have the best reputation for making sense."

"Minho, don't," Londyn stopped him, turning to him and squeezing his forearm. "I've had flashbacks about this place, about before. Even though I don't remember what he's saying, I did--"

"Don't admit to anything," Gally advised her sternly, despite the unsettled feeling her confession gave him. "Wait for Alby to come and banish him."

"Banish me?" George retorted, it was almost as if he was enjoying this. "Is that what we're all about in this place now? Killing?"

"You've been stung, so yeah," Minho said. "Now get the hell out of here before I unscrew what's left of your head."

"We don't wanna fight you," Mike spoke up. Since he had acknowledged the extreme symptoms George was going through, he seemed more unsure of whether what he was participating in was truly justified. "We just want her."

"You'll have to go through me first," Minho taunted. "Touch her and I'll kill you and your jacked friend here myself."

Distant yelling came into ear-view, and the Gladers exchanged uneasy looks with each other.

George and his boys didn't hesitate to bolt out of the Map Room, and Londyn glanced at Minho for the next move. "What do we do?"

Without a word, he jogged out of the hut, and when Londyn went to follow, Newt stopped her. "We don't know if it's safe."

"But--"

"Half the Homestead's on fire!" Minho yelled, poking his head into the Map Room. "They're going insane, we need to get the hell out!"

"Get the hell out where?!" Gally questioned, panic audible in his voice. "The doors are closed!"

"Let me think!" Minho snapped, pondering with his eyes locked on Londyn. "Council Hall, that's the one place we know they've checked."

"And if they set fire to that?"

"Then at least we tried."

Gally raised a brow, holding his arms out in outrage. "That's your plan?"

"You got any better ideas, Gally?"

Gally was never one to have good ideas, and so with that, they were off, trying to navigate through the outskirts of the Glade to get to the nearest room to the doors.