Wicked Games-『Thomas-1』

•Chapter 8•

Raya;
As the sun dipped towards the horizon, its vibrant hues were gradually muted by the looming presence of dark clouds engulfing the sky.The once brilliant canvas of the sky began to dim, as if nature itself drew a veil over the once blue sky now grey. The sunset was beautiful for once a kaleidoscope of bright,flashy colours-ranging from hot pink to pastel blue.Before it quickly came crashing down as clouds covered the master piece,cutting the moment short of its ethereal beauty.

I would like to think maybe it was to commemorate Ben's life once last time before he went to hopefully a better place that this circle of tall walls keeping us from seeing the dangers or maybe the delights of the world.And that i might never know, maybe my destiny was just to stay here and make kids.Ew that's gross.I would like to think that my fate was to escape this nightmare of a place but who would know.

Shadows danced across the landscape, adding an eerie yet captivating aura to the scene, while the last remnants of sunlight peeked through the gaps in the clouds, casting a golden glow upon the horizon before eventually
surrendered to the encroaching darkness.The sunset slowly came down as the same night sky blue arose.

As the orange beams of sunlight succumbed, slowly fading away behind the Maze walls sucking the Gladers joy and happiness with it.Now forcing us all to be left with the grief,sorrow of Ben's banishment hanging over our shoulders,a constant reminder that Ben is gone.Maybe not physically yet but mentally Ben was utterly immersed with this disease, his heart gradually falling further into the black abyss.

Leaving the rest of the Gladers with an unmistakable sense of misery and despair of another friend's life lost to the Grievers grasp,another brother taken away.

Wether any of us wanted to admit this we are all a family,the only family we can remember.Frankly the only family we have.Now watching our brother,lover or anything else they classified them him as being,watching the walls remorselessly slam in on his face wasn't easy to look at.And it didn't get easier each time.Even if their consciousness was shattered into pieces no longer existing in his own body it was hard to watch the last remaining part of them being let out into the merciless Maze,by the end of the night mutilated by the Grievers pure and raw force.

My mind was overflowing with memories of me and Ben together our stupid inside jokes,our aspirations,our goals in life.All of it,reminiscing about all the times when we got lost,when we got in trouble with Minho for being late to our meeting,every single thing down to the nitty gritty.Everything we ever did together,the most precious moments now forever engraved in my mind,now forever a memory and no longer reality...

Now the feeling hit me that this is going to be the last time i'll ever see him again and there's nothing i can do about it.That i am inexorable to this all,that this inevitable.As my mind raced a 100 miles per hour i sat leaning against a tall,looming tree on the outskirts of the woods.Twirling my necklace around with my soft fingers-staring up at the now cloudy sky now covering the magnificent art piece behind it.The same necklace that laid perfectly on my neck has been with me since i have joined the Glade.

The sterling-silver necklace had a sword pendant on it a with a intricately decorated,silver dragon wrapped around it.Its wings spreading from the body,the way it was carved and shaped made me think it was for a created for a special reason,maybe to represent something?That i could never figure out.It made me think it might have been from my family maybe more leaning towards the men in my previous home as it had a thicker chain and a bigger pendant.

Maybe my brother,lover,father or maybe uncle i had no clue?

Now more than ever it felt like my life before this was such a mysterious mess,an unsolved case waiting to be solved hidden far in the pile.Though i remembered a lot about my mother and my childhood,the mystery lied in who was my actually family.Lucky i can remember a brother who seemed a few years older than me,my mother but where was my father in this all,so many faceless people.Unfortunately whenever i had a dream or flashback their faces would be blurred making it impossible to fully comprehend who they are.