"what is that smell?" I questioned as the unpleasant stench assaulted our senses. Minho, ever quick-witted, quipped, "Smells like farts and socks."
"Don't breathe with your mouth," I advised him " your eating it", provoking a bout of coughing from Minho. I couldn't help but laugh, and the rest of the group chuckled behind us, momentarily lightening the mood despite the less-than-pleasant surroundings.
"Just so you know, I really hate you," Minho declared. I smiled in response, but our moment was interrupted by a flash and a growl. A crank lunged toward me, but Frypan pulled me back just in time. As we regrouped, a light illuminated a black figure - a girl.
"I see you met our guard dogs," the girl remarked confidently, walking through the changed cranks. She observed us and casually commented, "You guys look like shit."
Thomas, cautious, warned her to stay back. Analyzing her, I noted her average height, pretty face, big brown eyes, and buzzed hair. She seemed a bit roughed up.
"Come on, follow me," she said, unfazed. "Unless you wanna stay here with them."
"Come on, keep up," the girl urged as we walked through what appeared to be a bunker. Lost in fascination, I didn't realize they had moved ahead until I hurried to catch up, walking behind Newt.
A group of guys followed us, and as Thomas and the girl conversed, the atmosphere felt tense and incomprehensible. The guy beside me grumbled something darkly in my ear.
"Aren't you a pretty little one," he said, his voice smoky and unsettling. The scent of smoke clung to him.
"Definitely a pretty sight," commented another, making me shudder. I tried my best to ignore their remarks.
"She stays, I call dibs on her," declared one of them.
"Oh, come on, you can't handle that. She'll handle two of us," argued the other. Instinctively, I grabbed Newt's jacket, attempting to stay calm. Newt, sensing my discomfort, pulled me inside and placed me next to Teresa.
"I don't like it here," I whispered to her.
"Me either," she replied.
"It smells too," I added. She nodded in agreement as we ascended the stairs to meet this Jorge guy.
"Do you ever feel like the whole world is against you?" the guy mused. I exchanged a glance with Teresa, both of us sensing an uneasy atmosphere.
He posed three questions, and silence settled over us as we considered our responses.
"Where did you come from?"
"Where are you going?"
"How can I profit?"
We remained silent, and the guy poured himself a drink, adding a touch of irony with, "Don't all answer at once."
Thomas broke the silence, stating, "We're here for the mountains, looking for the right army." Laughter erupted, mocking our purpose..
"You're looking for Ghost," Jorge, the guy, declared. As he asked the second question, "Where did you come from?" we kept our answers guarded. Minho finally replied, "That's our business."
Suddenly, we were pushed, and I felt a tingling sensation on my neck as Jorge moved my hair. He seemed to be scanning something.
"Subject 2b," the girl called out. Jorge confirmed, "You were right."
"Sorry, hermana. Looks like you're tagged. You came from WCKD, which means you're very valuable," he concluded.
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"I'm gonna vomit!" I called out as I found myself hanging upside down, swinging.
"Great plan, Thomas. Hear what the man has to say," Minho suggested.
"Shut up, Minho," retorted Thomas.
Swinging, I felt the blood rush to my head. "God, I'm gonna faint," I mumbled.
Jorge walked in, and Thomas confronted him, "What do you want?"
"Here's the thing. You tell me what you know about the Right Arm, and we'll make a deal," Jorge proposed.
"Thought you said they were ghosts," Newt interjected.
"I happen to believe in ghosts," Jorge replied.
"We don't know much," Thomas insisted, but Jorge pulled the metal pole, causing us to fall.
As everything felt woozy, I closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I asked, "What the hell? Wasn't that guy here?"
"Yeah, like four minutes ago," Minho responded.
I hummed and casually mentioned, "Is it a bad time to tell you I have an iron deficiency?"
"Jesus," exclaimed Newt.
"Hey, Minho," I called out.
"Yeah," he answered.
"Push Teresa, push her to the metal pole," I instructed.
After a few pushes, Teresa managed to reach the pole, pulling it down and untying the rope around her legs. She quickly helped everyone else, and Minho's hands found their way to me, assisting in untying the ropes. As we started running, we were stopped by an ugly guy named Barkley.
"We're not trying to cause any problems. We gotta get out of here," Thomas explained.
"Is that so?" Barkley replied. "Janson, I got them for you."
Thomas attempted to take the gun, but he got pushed, and Barkley pointed the gun at us. Suddenly, a gunshot echoed, and Barkley's eyes widened, his face turning pale, and his legs gave out.
"Come on, let's go!" Brenda yelled. We ran towards a window, and Brenda pulled out a rope.
"What the fuck?" I exclaimed.
"You kids wanna go to the Right Arm? I'll lead you to them, but you're gonna owe me," Jorge stated.
"Follow me," he said, and we headed to the zipline. Minho and I followed, feeling the rush of air as we zipped across. Landing on the other side, Minho's hands steadied me, and butterflies erupted in my stomach as I tried not to show it.what was this asshole doing to me...
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Sorry for the late publishes I'm having hard time with school is it just me or is it becoming really hard to keep up so draining to honestly
Bro my brother has been such an asshole these past three days too idk what's going on with him but it's not my fault for you to take it out on me right?
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arrhythmical - maze runner/minho <3
Fanfiction"Who is she?" After the gladers escaped the maze they meet Aris and hope and try to find hope for a better life.
