𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, Minho

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏.𝟒|| "Stole newts job now did we?"

DEATH WAS SOMETHING EVERYONE ON THE GLADE WAS USE TOO. Once you lose one too many friends too it, it starts to not effect you. Almost like your numb. It's something you Can't stop and something you can't forget. Everyone on the Glade has lost their fair share of friends, the grief swelling the walls of the maze after a banishment or even a immediate burial hard to shield.

Grieving is no longer a thing it seems like anyone does in the Glade anymore. After a burial they just go back to work, like it never happened or the person never existed. When it was brought up it was shrugged off by everyone.

Mitch wasn't big on grieving. He never cried or showed signs that he wanted too. He wished he could feel the sense of numbness everyone seemed to feel, the sadness in his chest only making him feel weaker then the rest of the gladers.

If he was being honest, he didn't know how to feel at the moment. He wants to grieve for his friend but he also wants revenge on whoever put them here and was the cause of his deep feelings for the people here.

Sometimes when mapping the maze a thought comes into his head. A thought that seems to come too him everytime he steps in the maze. What if he just didn't leave the maze? Why come back out and suffer through the same process again of working to survive only for some not to survive?

Why should they sit on their asses and wait for the same people who help them thrive to kill them off one by one? That's obliviously the plan these insane people have, right? Put a few kids in a heavily guarded area and wait for a griever to kill each and every one of them or for them too kill each other.

Did he want to escape? Yes. But, is losing his life worth it? Hell no. He didn't owe these people anything and he especially wasn't about to get himself killed for a few strangers sick enjoyment.

"Are you just gonna sit on your ass for the rest of your life?"

Mitch glared at the boy hovering over him. Gally raised a brow, doing a single hand Signal after mitch didn't reply.

"Wow. You really know how to up my spirits, Gally."

"Thanks, i've been working on a new technique." Gally sarcastically comments, bending down too the boys level. "Alby wants to see you."

"I didn't start another fight."

"Surprisingly."a small, but visible grin starts to form on Mitch's lips at the reply, "On a side note, are you positive you can go through with the banishment? We don't need you running off on us."

Mitch rolls his eyes, "why would i ever want to run from you?" It was gally's turn to roll his eyes at that. Mitch then stands too his feet, followed by the latter, "I'll be able to handle it."

Gally nods, patting the boy on the shoulder before yelling something to two younger Gladers who were sitting down, both of their eyes widen at the sound of his voice, immediately taking off while Gally ran after them.

Mitch watches as the two boys weave through people to try and escape or fall out of site of Gally. He stands there for a moment, stepping out of the way when they ran straight towards him. He turns, nearly jumping out his skin when Thomas was suddenly standing in front of him.

"Alby needs you. He said now."

"I didn't realize you got designated to Messenger boy. Stole Newts job now did we?" Mitch mockingly grunts, tredging towards where Chuck was aggressively waving too him.

Thomas turns on his heel, following. A dumb look on his face as he moves untill he was side-by-side to mitch who gave him a look of judgement from the corner of his eye, "Does this make us-" he immediately got cut off.