BROKEN HEART - the maze runner

03

I blinked my eyes rapidly and lifted my head high, still pointing the gun between the boy's eyes. I was surprised by his calmness. He didn't look at me with a grimace or a pleading look like everyone else did when they saw the barrel of a gun close to their skin. His finger didn't even twitch. He just stood and watched.

I was dealing with a total madman.

- We have no bad intentions,-he assured calmly, placing his hand over his heart

-Don't move- I growled and tightened my fingers on the doorknob. - Because I will shoot.

The boy raised his hand above his head again, not reacting in any way to my threat. This got me a little distracted again. He should be scared as hell. Shake your pants like everyone else

-hey! - the boy shouted from the depths of the pit. - I remind you that I'm still sitting in a hole! What's going on there?

No one was in a hurry to answer him. Everyone's attention was focused on me, or rather on the gun in my hands. I had to share mine among everyone, although the blonde in front of me had her hands free, probably ready to attack me at any moment.

I looked carefully at everyone's faces.

-What are you one of?

The blonde and the Asian, who was still dangling on the rope with his friend, exchanged quick glances. This was the time when I could measure him with my eyes and look for possible tender spots. I didn't have to look for long. Even before the boy looked back at me, I carefully examined his leg. He often burdened her, relying only on the other. He limped.

-We are friends! - the black boy blurted out before the blonde could even open his mouth. The one they called Minho smacked him on the head for it.

-Friends of whom?-I snorted, immediately turning serious. I took a step closer to the boy in front of me, almost pressing the barrel against his chest. -WCKD?

-Have you lost your mind? said the same hanged man. - They are the ones we are running away from!

The boy was hit in the head by his friend again.

I frowned under my hood, mentally analyzing his words. Finally, I lowered the weapon gently, and my mouth fell open in surprise, which was carefully hidden by the scarf on my face. I didn't realize that I was seeing people whom I had written off as losers from the very beginning.

I looked around at everyone's faces again. I lingered longer at the Asian man's T-shirt, which had a WCKD patch on the sleeve, like a piece of fabric found in a gallery. It really was them.

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It's you-I murmured with some kind of admiration. They were alive. - Those from the maze...

The blonde's muscles tensed violently. His previously chocolate eyes, which at first caught my eye so much, suddenly lost all the warmth they had in them and darkened. They no longer looked at me calmly, but with distance and irritation.

-Where are you from...

-Hey, people - I looked at the boy tangled in the net. -Winston fainted.

It was a moment of my inattention. One moment I was standing on my feet and watching the unconscious brunette, and the next moment I was hugging the sand with my cheek, pinned to the ground by the blonde's weight. He pressed his knee against my back, taking away my oxygen for a second. I jerked and reached my hand to my belt, where my penknife was hooked. Surprised, I just patted the empty space. Only later did I understand that the boy must have taken it from me and thrown it to his friend under the net, who was already cutting the ties.