Deserted at Dawn (The Maze Runner)

Chapter 15 // The Mission

*Alex's P.O.V.*

I am in a room. On the wall, a picture of a teen is being projected. He is about a year younger than me and has short, brown hair. He has a decent muscular build and soft, brown eyes. On the wall, the picture has the guy's mission debriefing listed:

Alias: Thomas

Age: 16

Subject A2 of the WICKED trials

"This is priority number one," a tall, dark-skinned man booms through the room. "If all else fails you have to get him to safety."

I look at the projected picture and then across the room at Scarlett who is uneasily shifting from one foot to the other. One of the two doors clicks open and Robin is led into the room.

"Nice to see you decided to join us," the man huffs.

"Hey, just fashionably late as always." The man just shakes his head. The projected image flickers and another three boys appear.

"Our intel tells us that these are the leaders of the group. They have been put into an area of investigation by the organization of WICKED. That holds the meaning of World In Catastrophe Killzone Experiment Department-"

"Yeah no duh, Captain Obvious," Robin scoffs.

"Thank you very much, now if I may continue. Your main focus is to befriend these four kids. They're your way out of the facility."

"Wait, you're sending us into the field without an extraction plan," I ask.

"Yes."

I woke up, not knowing where I was. I felt someone stir to my left and instinctively looked to see who it was. Newt.

He gave me a small smile, and reached for my hand. I pulled my hand back at his touch. He pulled his hand up to scratch the back of his head as if he had not just attempted to hold my hand or anything. I closed my eyes to relax a bit.

Then it hit me. The pain. My neck felt bruised, and I could feel the pulse of my own blood. My abdomen felt like it had been turned inside out. I lifted my shirt to see that there were two ugly, swollen bruises.

The fight. All the scenes of the fight with the kid: Adam. I had to find Robin and Scarlett. What if they got hurt in the fight too? I propped myself up on the bed and was about to fling my legs over the side when Newt pushing me down onto the bed.

"What the hell," I let out angrily.

"You have to rest," Newt said to me in his thick accent.

"My friends are out there," I pointed towards the door. "I have to see if they're okay."

"I can't let you go."

"Bite me," I replied, getting out of the bed. I grunted at the impact of my bare feet hitting the cold ground. Newt came to my side to stabilize me. I picked my boots up and shoved them onto my feet.

"Do you need this," Newt asked from behind me.

I sighed, turning around. "What?"

Newt stood there, holding my sword in his stretched out hand. I looked at him in suspicion.

"Why are you giving me my sword back?"

"I think you'll need it," Newt coaxed me to take the sword.

I grabbed the sword from his hand. "Are you trying to imply that I can't protect myself, because I could snap your neck right now if I wanted to."

"No," Newt replied quickly, looking at me in fear. "I just thought you might want it back."