The Scorch Trials (Fanfiction)

Chapter 6

(Chloe's POV)

'Can I have one of your ropes?' I asked Jorge, pointing to the ones still attached to the upper levels.

Jorge shrugged and I took that as a yes. I shimmied up one of the ropes and onto the upper level, unhooked the rope from its anchor, before shimming down another rope. As I hit the ground, I began stuffing the rope into my backpack. Looking up, I saw the other girl watching me.

'Nice moves back there.' She smiled at me.

'Someone needs to do the thinking around here, and it isn't them.' I replied, gesturing to the boys, ignoring Newt and Thomas's loud protests.

We smiled at each other before she and Jorge led us out of the room and down a set of stairs that led into an underground basement of sorts. As she and Jorge handed out tins of food, something in a corner caught my eye. As I sidled towards it, I realised it was a violin.

'Does anyone use this?' I asked, pointing to it.

Jorge looked up and shook his head. I picked it up and blew off most of the dust. Hunting around for the bow, I eventually found it amongst the other stuff. I gently tapped it on the ground to get the dust off before sitting down cross-legged on the ground to play with it. Tucking the instrument under my chin, I played a few notes before beginning to tune it. After a lot of fiddling with the knobs, I managed to (roughly) tune it. I began randomly drawing the bow across the strings. Without even realising it, I began to play a piece I didn't remember learning. As the music filled the room, I didn't notice the others stop eating to watch me. I suddenly stopped half-way through the piece, having heard something from above. Slowly lowering the instrument and instinctively drawing my throwing knives (that could pass as short swords); I approached the stairwell with as much noise as a shadow. I stopped at the bottom-most stair, settling into a crouch. From my concealed position, I saw shadows moving back and forth, looking like they were setting something up. Suddenly all the shadows disappeared and I caught the smell of something burning. Cold fear settled in the pit of my stomach as I realised what they were doing.

'Move!' I yelled to the others, already running away from the stairwell.

Thankfully the time in the Maze had caused them to trust me. They didn't hesitate but turned around and ran. I'd barely gone five meters before the stairs behind me exploded. I screamed in pain as flying debris hit me on the back, cutting into my skin. I felt hot blood coursing down my back, but I kept running. That is, until the debris landed on me; pinning me down. As I passed out, two names popped into my head. Names that I knew belonged to my past.