𝑺EVEN, ( act one ) ❛ by the seaside . . . ❜ ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ
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o. two days —
𝑻he Maze was no joke. No really, it wasn't.
Despite the ache and weariness in their bones, the three of them moved swiftly. Minho and Thomas had both of Alby's arms around their shoulders and Thalia had a grip on his legs as they hauled him out of the dark corridors of the Maze and into the vibrant green of the Glade. She could feel a million eyes on her.
They dropped Alby on the floor with a grunt as the Gladers crowded around the four of them like a barricade, throwing questions and insults alike that were far too overwhelming. Thalia was too exhausted to comprehend.
"You're so stupid," Noah snapped from beside her.
"Thank you. That's what I like to hear—ow!" He thwacked her forehead.
"Never again."
Thalia shook her head slowly and gave him the smallest smile. "Never again."
"You too," Noah jerked his chin at a grimacing Minho. "I thought you were the Keeper of the Runners slow-poke."
Minho tried hard to muster up the best mocking scowl at him as he impersonated Noah ( I thought you were the Keeper of the Runners slow poke! ). "Shut up."
"Did you see a Griever?!" Chuck asked, fighting back his intrigue and excitement at the prospect. He was looking at Thomas specifically, bambi-eyed.
"Yes—did you?"
"What was it like?"
"Did it chase after you?!"
"He didn't just see one," Minho panted. "He killed it."
That alone stunned the Glade to silence. They gawked at him as if he were some extra-terrestrial, an anomaly, a Godsend. The wave of awe broke when Clint and Jeff stepped forward and pushed Alby onto a make-shift stretcher. They lugged him off to the Med-jack hut, whispering amongst themselves.
"Three of you, follow me," said Newt firmly, voice dropping an octave. With Alby unconscious and on the brink of life-alteration, his commandment days arrived and he'd be dammed if he screwed it all up in the name of friendship.
He was dammed.
Thalia, Minho and Thomas followed him as he led them after Alby and the Med-jacks. Thalia trailed behind with Thomas as Minho stayed in front beside Newt; Noah jogged to his side.
"What was our crime? Saving his ass?" Thomas mumbled through grit teeth.
"Everything's a crime here if it's considered dangerous," said Thalia. "Which is actually just the reason why a crime is a crime, if you think about it."
