A/N: So chaotic, as always haha. And as always, let me know what you think ☺️
question of the day: who is your favorite glader and why?
Minho just whistled lowly, staring at the small group of boys ahead of him: Frypan, Winston, Zart, and Darwin all stood there, knives in hand and determined looks on their faces.
"How'd you manage these numbers, Toots?" Minho questioned, glancing at the proudly smirking Bellamy, who was leaning against a tree.
"Feminine charm and persuasion."
"Bullshit." Minho argued.
"She clearly made out with each of us." Darwin deadpanned.
"Actually," Frypan leaned forward. "She threatened us."
Minho just stared at the group for a minute. "Yeah this'll do." They began the trek towards the forest, Bellamy falling into line next to Minho. "Threatening? Really?" He hissed quietly.
"Would you prefer Darwin's method?" Bellamy questioned with a shrug.
"I mean, it worked on me—" She shoved his arm harshly.
"Vow of silence, remember?"
"Yeah, I remember." Minho said, rubbing his arm. Coming to a stop near the Runner's hut, they found Thomas waiting for them. "Will this be enough?"
Thomas's face lit up at the amount of support that had shown up. "Okay, yeah. Let's go."
Venturing back into the Maze, yet again, Bellamy was absolutely certain of three things. 1: She was dead-ass tired and wanting a longer nap than twenty minutes. 2: Thomas was just as crazy as she was, she was certain of it. 3: No one else was going to die. Not on her watch.
The sun beat down on their backs as they began the trek through the Maze, Minho and Bellamy leading the way. Darwin kept up with a light jog, a look of concentration on his face. "Keep up, kiddos!" Bellamy called in a light taunting tone, forcing the others to jog a little faster.
She rather liked being in charge, she decided.
Rounding the next corner, her and Minho came to a stop, eyes searching out the next pathway. There, just a few feet away, was the decomposing Griever corpse. "Oh that is nasty." Bellamy mumbled.
A mix of flesh and mechanics, the stench alone was bad enough without approaching and getting up close and personal with the sight. Still, that's what they were here to do. "That's disgusting." Zart agreed, shaking his head.
Thomas leaned forward, gaze narrowed. "There's something in there."
Frypan gave him a look of disbelief. "You mean besides the Griever pancake?!"
"No he's right," Bellamy's gaze had locked onto a small red blinking light. She pointed straight at the blinking and Minho reached forward.
"Dude, please don't lose your arm. I will legitimately throw up." Darwin stated with a grimace.
Minho just gave him an annoyed look. "Thanks for the vote of confidence there."
"Anytime."
The head Runner reached forward, hand closing around the object—only for the Griever's metal pincher to move. He jumped backwards and the entire group held onto each other in horror and fear.
"I thought you said it was dead!" Winston exclaimed.
"It's probably just nerves. Or something. Nerve ends can move for hours after death," Bellamy said absently.
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Inferno
Fanfiction"Once you know the truth, there's no going back." Bellamy is just another orphan living in the Dauntless Faction. She's just trying to survive, she doesn't care about the government of her world. When faced with treachery, rebellion, and the know...
