"Rose took my nose, I suppose." The crank stuttered again. "It knows we're here, but it doesn't know where." Thomas whispers. "Rose took my nose, I suppose." It gets louder and closer each time he says it. Then suddenly, it stops and the crack into our hidout goes black with the shadow of a nastly looking crank. "Ahhhh, rose took my nose." It snickers. "I supose."
Bell p.o.v.
"Hey Bell." Says Newt. I shift my head upwards. "What's this Cure? I mean, will it really help?" Newt keeps walking next to me, puzzled. "Can't tell you for sure. Can't tell you those shuckfaces weren't lieing, either." I look back down at my feet. I feel guilty. There is no cure, not for newt at least. Taylor, which is playing the roll of "Jorge" and I both work at WICKED and have been studying the gladers for years before put in it. I also felt guilty about lieing to Cora. And it's obvious that Thomas likes my sister, Teressa. Ugh why does everything have to be so shucking complicated? Oh gosh I really need a life outside of WICKED.
CORA
As far as I can tell, all the other cranks are gone. "Follow my lead." I whisper. 1....2....3.... I jam my foot into the cranks gut and squeeze out of the hole. He is still laying on the ground, but he's screaming. In no time a whole pack of them will be here. "We have to go, like now." Thomas says, reading my mind. We start running, faster than ever. We could be getting closer to the cranks, or farther away, there's no telling. "Slow down, greenie." I smile."I told you not to call me that, slinthead. " I reply. It seems to lighten the mood. All I can think about is getting back to the others and getting the cure. That's the main goal. "Shhhh." Thomas says gently. He slows his pace to a light jog and I do the same. I hear the running of many feet and strange, almost animal like sounds. Oh klunk. Cranks.
Bell
Are we lost? I've never been down this tunnel before while rehearsing. "Jorge, I think were---" "Shut up. Not to be rude." Says Newt. I open up my mouth to yell at him when I hear screams. "It's Cora!" He yells and takes off towards the sound.
Cora
When we reach them, there's no turning back, no fitting in among them. No, these cranks were wayyy past the Gone. I pull out my long, spear like knife, knowing that it won't kill them all, but will spare us some time. Thomas lashes a knife into ones back. I slit ones thoat. As I watch Thomas slay another one, I feel a sharp pain in my arm. A crank is trying to break it. I let out a scream. "Cora!" I hear in the distance. "Cora is that you?!" I can hear who it is. There's no possible way it could be Bell. In a foggy haze I see newt and Bell and Jorge all emerge from the corner and scare the cranks off. Then, total darkness.
Ok, so first sorry for changing povs. I just thought it would work better in this chapter. Second, on twitter at 12 something this morning my tweet was faved by the director of TMR. #freakingfangirlinghard
Third, go follow peneolamaleva and read her story, Those in Need. Alright, yeah. I'm very slap happy and Wes is the BEST!!
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Run or Die
FanfictionCora arrives in the maze and a boy is standing over her. Newt is his name. They escape, but did they really? * James Dashner owns pretty much all the characters except Cora.*
