A/N: the trio that bells, Minho, and Thomas are....*chefs kiss*! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Please let me know what you think ☺️
Running with Thomas and Minho—Bellamy honestly felt like it was something she could do forever. This was not a paced run, but rather a dead-sprint to the outer Sectors. And honestly, Bellamy felt simply alive.
Lungs burning and feet pounding against the stone ground of the Maze, adrenaline was Bellamy's friend. When she ran, when she was doing this, it felt like a piece of who she was was coming back to her. Like she was coming back to life.
It seemed a strange thing to say—
That running, that exhilaration, it should've been something like a means to an end. But for Bellamy, she was certain that the thrill of things was where she was most at home. She liked the danger of everything.
Briefly, something flashed in her mind as she ran. Running fast, feet hitting pavement. Climbing up some sort of rail to a train—
And then as quickly as it had flipped into her mind, it was gone just as fast.
Like she would always be running and whatever it was would always be just out of reach. And she didn't like that. Not one damn bit.
The sun was high in the sky by the time that they came to a stop near Sector 7, the red paint just ahead. But both Bellamy and Minho came screeching to a halt, brow furrowed in confusion at the sight.
"What is it?" Thomas asked in a breathless tone.
"7's not supposed to be open for another week." Minho replied.
They cautiously walked forward, Blades still in the distance and frozen in place. Bellamy had never particularly liked this portion of the Maze. She'd had a nightmare about it closing and slashing her to pieces once.
"What the hell is that?" Thomas questioned.
"We call them the Blades." Bellamy answered.
And so began the cautious walk through the long rows of Blades. As they walked, Bellamy's gaze caught onto something red on the ground and she hurried forward, Minho and Thomas hot on her heels.
"Bells—" Minho started.
But she had stopped, face fallen at the sight of the bloody tank top. Thomas grimaced at the sight. "That's Ben's. Isn't it?"
"Yeah." Bellamy replied shortly. "I'm honestly surprised he made it out this far."
"A Griever must've pulled him out here." Minho said, shaking his head.
Just then, an electronic wheeze filled the air. It was a high-pitched buzz of sorts and it was coming from Minho's backpack. Thomas quickly pulled the metal cylinder out, staring at it in surprise.
Just as he turned one way, the buzzing slowed down. "It's like a metal detector." Bellamy breathed out in recognition.
Thomas grinned breathlessly as he began to follow the buzzing, leading the trio forward. "It'll show us where to go."
"Assuming that's not certain death, of course." Bellamy mumbled with a frown.
Reaching the end of the Blades, the trio was met with the sight of a cavern. "Uhh...have either of you ever seen this place before?" Thomas questioned, looking around at the spacious place.
"No." Minho and Bellamy breathed out a response in unison.
Bellamy's gaze had fallen on the walls. WCKD loading bay—almost like a rocketship would have gone here. It certainly would have fit in something like this. Still, they continued forward, coming to a stop in front of a stone wall.
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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...
