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ılı.lıllıılı.ıllı ᴺᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ;( DAYLIGHT david kushner )
Madylin tumbledthrough the narrowing gap as the doors slammed shut. Gravel embedded itself into her flesh, stinging and drawing a little blood. She stumbled to her feet, looking around with a sinking feeling in her gut. "What have I done..." Her whispered words were drowned out by the pounding of her heart. She had broken the number one rule - she had broken her promise to Newt.
"Congratulations," Minho's voice was cold and detached as he spoke, "you've killed yourselves."
"Selves?" The girl's brow furrowed.
"What?" Thomas questioned in confusion at the same time.
Madylin jumped at the sound, not realizing he had followed her in. Slowly turning towards him, anger mixed with guilt consumed her. "Why the hell are you here—"
"I—" Thomas began to answer.
"You what? Huh?" She stepped closer to him, poking at his chest roughly with a trembling finger.
"Why did you follow me in?" she demanded, frustration evident in her voice.
"I wasn't thinking," he simply replied.
"Clearly." She scoffed, turning away from him to survey their surroundings. She had never taken the time to really look at the Maze before, always too focused on the boys who came and went from it. The walls were covered in thick vines. The walls appeared old and cracked, ominous in their towering height. Minho was on his knees in the middle of the path, panting, while Alby lay motionless beside him.
Madylin crept towards Alby's barely breathing form with Thomas trailing behind like a shadow. She tore off a strip of her shirt and pressed it against his forehead, trying to stop the bleeding.
"What happened to him?" Thomas inquired, looking over her shoulder.
"What does it look like? He got stung," Minho snapped back, clearly exhausted and strained.
"This gash...it wasn't from the sting," Madylin stated, looking over at Minho who met her gaze with haunted eyes.
"I did what I had to do," Minho said, his voice filled with guilt and regret. But there was no time to dwell on it as a growling noise echoed in the distance.
