A MAZE RUNNER TRILOGY
"And one day someone walks into your life,
a total stranger, and they become so important
to you. And while you're only known them such a short time,
you feel you're loved them for a lifetime."
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ılı.lıllıılı.ıllı ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ ( SOFTCORE the neighbourhood ) & ( BEHIND BLUE EYES limp bizki )
MADYLIN DIDN'T REMEMBER MOVING.She was just there, kneeling next to her mother's body in the dirt. The heat from the gunshot was still in the air. Mary's face and mouth were slack and already smudged with blood at the corners. A dark circle spread beneath her body, soaking through the thin shirt and into the dust below. Mary's eyes were still open, staring at a sky she would never see again. Madylin's shoulders shook, but the sounds she made weren't screams; they were jagged, silent sobs that felt like they were tearing her throat open from the inside.
Her vision tunneled. Sound dropped away. The voices—Ava, Janson, the Right Arm, the shouts of Immunes—were all underwater, distorted, far away. She saw the lines of people being herded like cattle toward. She saw Newt, his face raw, his eyes never leaving her. She saw Minho, still straining against the guards. She saw Thomas, his mouth a grim line, arms pinioned behind his back.
Ava Paige strode across the ground, shoes kicking up flecks of blood and dust. She was flanked by two WICKED guards. Janson followed a half-step behind, his pistol holstered but his hand resting near the grip. He looked bored.
Ava looked down at Madylin, then at Mary's corpse. There was no pity in her eyes, only the detachment of a scientist looking at a failed culture in a petri dish. She gestured to a Janson.
"Come on, Janson. Load them up, let's go!" she barked, "All these people. Get rid of them."
Janson's eyes lingered on Mary's body for a second, but he said nothing. He nodded to the guards. "You heard her."
A hand closed on Madylin's arm, yanking her away from the corpse. The guard was strong, the grip crushing. Madylin tried to pull free, but her muscles were rubbery. She barely had the strength to stand, let alone fight.
"Let her go!" Newt's voice tore through the static. He was struggling against the soldier holding him, his brown eyes wild. "Let her go, you shanks! She just lost her—let her—"
The soldier pulled Newt's arm behind his back so hard he dropped to one knee, a grunt forced from his lungs.
"Newt!" Madylin heard herself scream, the sound cracking open her chest. She twisted, teeth bared, and bit down on the hand gripping her. The guard yelped, and for a split second, he let go.
