After the Death Cure(The Maze Runner)

Chapter 8 part 1

                                                                  Chapter 8 part 1

         He's trembling.

         I run up to Chuck and grasps him closely, inhaling his metallic liquid.

         "tttt-homas," Chuck utters. I nod as the lump in my throat restricts me from speaking. "I Love yooooou," He stutters.

          I smile as tears flow from my eyes, "I'm so sorry Chuck, I should have came sooner. I'm-"

         Chuck begins to cough up blood and he gives me a faint smile, "It's fine," he mutters from his quivering lips. I can feel him get colder.

        I pull him tighter to me, as if he was my child, never wanting to let go. "I love you too," I whimper and twist his neck, ending his anguish, his suffering, his life. I watch as his eyes roll to his back of his head, his limbs go limp. I shake vigorously at the site of Chuck, dead and his blood caked all over him and me. I stand up and run out of the room, ignoring their calls and find the sharp tool Teresa once had and began viciously stabbing Chuck's echo. "You fucking piece of shit!" I cry out and tears flood my face and blurs my vision. "You did this! You killed Chuck! I just got him back and now he's dead! All because of you!" I repeatedly continue stabbing the echo, as the tears fog up my vision. I stab bits of metal and bits of human parts. I can no longer see, blind by my salty liquid spewing vigorously, so I begin stabbing obscurely.

          Someone begins to tug me and before I know it, I'm lifted off the ground. "Tommy! Snap out of it!" Newt shakes me viciously, as I try to fight free.

        "Stop fighting Thomas! Just stop!" Teresa screams, piercing my eardrums.

        "He killed Chuck! He must pay! He killed Chuck! He must pay!" I shriek in anguish.

        Newt lowers me to the ground and I try to crawl away, but him and Teresa apply pressure on me as I'm on the ground, making it impossible for me to move. "Tommy! He's dead! He's bloody dead and is never coming back!" Newt screams at me and tilts my head up at the echo, I shake my head, trying to gain control of my head but I'm too weak and he's too strong. "Open your bloody eyes!" He screams and when I don't obey I feel someone pry them open for me. I'm forced to look at Chuck's bloody echo. I tremble viciously and the tears start spewing again. "He killed Chuck, I know, but he's already dead and by bloody stabbing him won't help."

          I push them off and stand up.

         "Thomas-"

         "Shut up," I respond, and head down the hall to see Chuck. I grab his lifeless body and sling him over my shoulder.

         "Tommy what-"

            I push past him, ignoring him, everyone. I lay his body on a metal table in an empty room, and cover his body up with a blanket and find a marker within the room.

Rest In Peace

            I write on the blanket. I sit on the floor and stare at Chuck's covered up body. "I'm so sorry. I regret not getting there sooner." The tears swell up in my eyes, "I wish you didn't have to suffer like that, I wish you were still alive and it's all my fault," I croak out. The lump is making it difficult to breathe, think, speak. The air begins to feel thick and my throat goes scratchy. "I promise I'll do right by you Chuck. I'll help find the cure and save lives, all for you kid, all for you." I wipe my eyes and stand up to face Newt and Teresa staring.

           Teresa smiles at me and Newt pats my back, "Sooo...What's next?" I ask, breaking the awkward silence.

           "Find more Gladers," Teresa answers.

           "Too late for that," Newt chimes in. I raise my brow and follow his direction, Minho. I run up to him and wrap my arms tightly around him.

            He awkwardly pat my back, "Nice to see you, but do you mind not crushing me."

          "Ah, of course," I let go to see him giggling at me.

        "Well I'm glad I found you shanks, now we can leave."

        "Where?" Teresa asks.

        "To the cure," Minho announces.

        "You know where it's at?" I ask.

        "Yep, and the rest of the Gladers are waiting in the berg for us, but where's Chuck?" Minho begins to look around.

        "He's dead," Teresa answers and my body shivers at the word dead. Minho lowers his head in anguish and we all walk to the berg in silence.

                                                                                  ***

                              Once we got there I greeted and hugged everyone and soon got into discussion about our sims and put together all the clues.

                                                                     We got the cure.

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