Ties [Maze Runner Fanfiction]

Chapter 2.

Chapter 2.

One thing led to another and the next thing I know. I was standing in a large room inside what they called a homestead and for some reason, I was attending the Gathering. Gally was present too with his face patched up with bandages. I took the time to recount all the things Thomas had muttered to me before we entered the room. Everyone here is important, they are the Keepers and Newt also helped by telling me their names. No one spoke and everyone is just staring emptily or more like, staring at me blankly.

"Okay. First thing first, is the box still working now?" Alby asked Newt and shook his head. "It only worked for the last time when it shipped up Carter and now it has gone back to being klunk." Gally snorted and glared at me. "She is definitely evil. We should banish her." He rose to his feet angrily and Alby immediately shoved him back down. "SLim it Gally." Alby yelled at Gally and he flinched slightly before settling back onto his seat.

For now, I didn't understand anything while they discussed so intensely in front of me. I stared around the room blankly and silently waited for this disturbing and perplexing moment to pass quickly but Gally wasn't going to let me pass up easy.

"Spill it out Greenie. What's your motive in coming here?" Gally stood up again and spat at my face. I shut my eyes and wiped off his spit on my face roughly and exhaled. I didn't want to have a repercussion of rearranging his face but my anger wasn't helping me nor was his relentless attempts in pissing me off. I refused to answer him and looked away. Newt quickly stood up and pulled Gally back. "Do we have to restrain you so that you can bloody behave yourself?" He questioned Gally and he snapped his head away, huffing angrily.

"Do you remember anything?" Alby asked me and everyone's attention snapped to me again. I shook my head and Alby frowned, striding closer to me. "Can you talk?" He asked but it sounded more like a command instead. I glared up at him and nodded. "Talk Greenie." He ordered, enough of playing the nice game with me. I frowned.

It's not like I had a choice in talking. My throat hurts like hell every time I tried speaking and my voice was barely audible besides, what am I supposed to say? That I am a spy sent by the creator or something like that to appease their pea sized brains? What part of I don't remember anything nor comprehend what's happening is so hard to understand for them?

Just then, the door opened and for a second, all the eyes shifted to whoever that had come in and I was thankful for that moment of breather. "I heard another girl was sent here." A more high pitched voice said and I sharply turned my head back. Her blue eyes burned into mine and a piercing pain shot through my head as I dropped onto the ground from my seat.

Memories started flowing back so fast that nothing made sense and they didn't stayed permanent, just passing by to inflict some more torture into my already messed my brain. "Wicked is good." I called out unconsciously, dominated by fragments of my own memories and winced. "Wicked is good." I said once more, having no sway over my own actions. "Wicked is good." I finished and everything went black.

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"Am I the only one whose creep out by the fact she just repeated wicked is good for three times before passing out." Someone said and another voice answered, "And what's with wicked is good?" I winced. My head was still aching, as if something was tearing my brain apart. My eyes flung opened and realised that Jeff, Clint, Thomas, Newt and Teresa was in the room, watching me.

I breathed out in relief to not see Gally around and tried to scramble out of the bed only to be stopped by Jeff. "You need to rest shank. And that red mark around your neck might take a well to heal before you can start talking properly." He advised and I shrugged away his hand, stubbornly rose to my feet with my hand tightly pressing against the nearby wall to stabilise myself.

"What happened?" I croaked and Teresa chuckled, "You went a little haywire after seeing my face and sprawled onto the ground with great pain, constantly repeating-"

"Wicked is good." I interrupted, frowning at my own action. I frowned and wobbled slightly as I tried to walk but Newt grabbed onto my arm, "If you insisted on moving around, at least have a person help you greenie." Just then, the door flung opened and Gally emerged into the room with Minho and Alby right behind his tail. "Give her a rest shank." Minho called out, pulling back Gally's shoulder and he shrugged him off. "She is a jacked head. We need to banish her. She is no good around us." Gally insisted and Alby raised his hands to shut him up. "We'll let her stay for a month and see how it goes. If she is really a disaster like you've kept repeating. Then we'll banish her. For now, she will stay two nights in the pit for bashing Gally up." Alby stated firmly and Gally finally shut up.

But Alby's words didn't put ease to my palpitating heart. From what I know, I hadn't done anything wrong besides the fact that I had oddly wound up in the metal box when, according to Newt, the creators had sent Teresa with a note stating she was the last one. And now, the metal box or lift as they called it, stopped working again. And everything became my fault.

"I'm going to keep my eyes on you greenie." Gally threatened before stomping out the room and bumped into Chuck was running in. Gally stopped and shoved Chuck onto the ground before continuing his angry steps out the room. Chuck clenched his teeth and dusted his clothes before dashing towards me. "Are you alright Solo?" He asked nervously which caused Thomas to crack up laughing.

"I'm just worried as a friend." Chuck defended and Teresa arched her brow at him. "I'm fine." I answered and Chuck chided, "You didn't have to talk. Besides, you should stop straining your throat and let it heal." I frowned a little at his overly concerns and shrugged. "Nah, Chuck, I think you should stick your worries to yourself. First day here and she had already injured Gally." Alby stated and pointed to me, garnering my attention, "Play nice around here shank. I don't want to be the mediator between you and Gally."

I scowled and snapped my head away. It's not like I purposely sought out trouble, more like Gally was the rousing all the trouble and bringing it over to me. "Have a good night in the pit greenie." Newt smiled and left with Alby. Pit sounds like a horrible place but at least I wasn't getting banished...yet, I bet Gally is going make getting me banish his lifetime goal.

The day is just getting better and better.

The sun began to fall and moon reclaimed the sky as I sit in the slammers with the deathly howls of Grievers as companion. I tried thinking back about anything but nothing surfaced, just more emptiness until I heard someone's footsteps and a couple of mutterings.

"Hey Solo." Thomas whispered and pulled out Chuck who was hiding behind him and smiled. "Chuck and I was just thinking that you'd be lonely around here." He stated and sat down beside Chuck. The Grievers howled once more and I winced, a little annoyed at their noise. "Still not used to the sound?" Chuck asked and I nodded. I mean who would ever get used to those Griever's terrible howls that sounded like a monstrous woman's crying. "So...have you thought about what sort of job would you like to get? I mean you are going to have tryout starting tomorrow." Thomas asked and I shrugged. That question hadn't pegged my mind at all, at least not when I had spent the day dealing with Gally's stupid accusations of me being some traitor or a criminal that should be banished. But now that Thomas had mentioned it, the first thing that popped in my mind is getting a job that requires nowhere near Gally.

"Definitely not a Builder nor Bricknicks." I answered and Chuck laughed. "That would a disaster." Thomas nodded in agreement and three of us had a great talk until it's time for them to rest. I spent remaining hours, unable to sleep, with the odd sentence gnawing in my head.

"You shouldn't do that mum." I murmured and frowned, not understanding what it means except that it has been haunting me ever since I have woken up after that strange accident during the Gathering. I had chosen to keep that piece of information to myself because I assumed that it might cast me in a very suspicious light in front of the others.

"You shouldn't do that." I said once more and drifted to sleep.