Newt: A Broken Boy ↠ The Maze Runner

10

"So what do you do here, anyway?" I asked Minho as we ate breakfast.

He finished buttering his toast before answering. "Nothing much really. Just... train."

I subconsciously sat up a little straighter. "Train?" I inquired. "Train for what?"

Minho glanced around as if worried that someone would hear him, then leaned forwards and whispered, "The Trials."

I opened my mouth to say something, but Minho put a hand to his own, as if to say, shh. I nodded.

"We're not meant to talk about them," he explained. "The less we know, the better!" he said, in a voice that sounded suspiciously like Gally's.

"Oh," was all I said.

"You're probably wondering what last night was all about," Minho guessed, taking a bite from his toast.

"Yeah, what was it about?" I questioned. "Gally seemed bloody worked up."

Minho frowned at the use of 'bloody', so I said, "It's a British thing."

"Weird."

"So tell me. Why was Gally being like that?"

Minho grinned, as if we were on a subject that he enjoyed making fun of. "Well Gally's always been such an idiot, and I've always had to share a room with him. We came from the same state, if you know what I mean, so the people here, not Thomas, thought it would be good for us to share a room." Minho grimaced, as if the thought of having anything in common with Gally disgusted him. "So we were sharing for around a year. Thomas came in a few days ago when Gally was out, and asked me if I wouldn't mind sharing with you for a little while."

"So it's because of me that Gally's being such an idiot?" I asked. Minho shook his head.

"Nope. I  said to Thomas, 'that's good because Gally wants to move out now', which, by the way, was a complete lie. But Thomas never really liked Gally either, said he was too 'goody goody'. So he moved him out, into some smaller room across the hall."

I grinned. Minho's story sounded completely unnecessary, and yet so like him. I could just imagine him plotting to get rid of Gally and then seizing his chance and completely ticking off his former roommate in the process.

"When will we see Thomas again?" I asked, now full of questions that I knew the boy could answer.

"Dunno," Minho replied. "He never really stops by, these days."

I sighed. I wanted to ask Thomas about the Trials, and Gally. The only problem was, I didn't know how long it would be before I saw him again.

"Uhhh... Minho?"I asked tentatively. "I'm just going for a walk, OK?"

Minho frowned. "We're not allowed out... I don't know what will happen if you get caught..."

"Minho," I said.

"Yeah?"

"Don't turn into Gally."

Minho grinned, then said, "Fine. You can go for a walk, but don't come running back to me when they catch you."

I gave him a small smile, then walked out the door.

~

The moment the door closed behind me, I started running. I wasn't sure where I was running to, exactly, as I had not even a vague idea as to where to find Thomas.

It seemed as if every corridor in this factory was the same: white walls, a polished floor, and bright white lights shining from above. Even I seemed to fit in with the walls, as I was perfectly clean, wearing a pristine white shirt and immaculate black trousers. Not that you would've seen if they were dirty.

I was wondering around for five minutes until I heard voices down the corridor to my left. I turned and started walking quietly, remembering Minho's warning on not getting caught.

As I stepped closer, the voices began to come into focus. There were three voices talking, one of them Thomas. Another was a girl's, one which I'd never heard before.  The last was a man's, which gave me a strange feeling of dread. It was sharp and clear, and though he seemed older than Thomas and me, Thomas seemed to be giving him orders.

"You may go now," Thomas said. I had barely seconds to find somewhere to hide as the door opened; I jumped behind a large cabinet that was standing a few feet away. I glanced up at the man as he walked past, out curiosity.

The sight that met me was not was I was expecting. The man that was walking past was none other than Jackson, the man who had killed my aunt.

This meant that Jackson and Matt were working for WICKED. This meant that my aunt hadn't wanted me and Olivia to work with WICKED. This meant that I had to leave.

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A/N: Heyyy. Sorry that it's a shortish chapter, it just felt like the right place to stop. So yeah. Also, thank you so much for the 270 reads, it means so much to me. So thank you. The next chapter willl hopefully be up by a week from now. So see you then. Byeeee!!