The Flame Within MAZE RUNNER FANFIC

Chapter 6

I can still remember how everyone was obsessed with their phones. They all talked about who did what on their social media, not paying attention to what was really happening.

How the world was truly changing.

I could care less about them.

The ones who doubted what I told them, the ones who thought I was making everything up.

They just didn't know.

They didn't understand the fact that soon enough nothing would matter. Everything they took for granted was gone.

I was told that you don't miss something until you need it.

I should have listened.

Charlie woke up in a dark room. It reminded her of her old bedroom back-

It wasn't right.

It couldn't be real.

Nothing was as good as the past.

Either Charlie was dreaming, or someone was trying to trick her. But the room was familiar, and it scared her.

The lights started to flicker on, and someone tiptoed on.

"Charlie, feeling well?"

Her eyes widened, and she gasped. "How-"

"How'd I escape? How'd I survive? Oh Charlie," he walked over and lifted her chin. "There's a lot you've missed out on."

"Don't touch me!" Charlie swiped at his hand, and he stepped back.

"Well, seems like my little princess got a little feisty over the years." he said in a flirty tone.

"Cash, you need to stop," Charlie started to reach for her pistol, but it wasn't anywhere near her belt. "You're- you're not-"

"Looking for this?" he held up a pistol, and dangled it in front of her face.

"Give it-!" Charlie reached for the gun, then fell off the bed, onto her knees. She collapsed, and fell face first onto a cold cement floor.

Cash started to chuckle, then reached his hand down to help the girl. Charlie flipped over onto her back, and propped herself up onto her elbows, which were supporting her weight.

She looked down at her leg, the one that earlier had given her the bloody murder screaming pain from being wrapped to tight. It was now bleeding through, blood spilling out onto the floor.

"Give my gun back." she demanded once more as she looked up at Cash.

"Why? So that you can shoot the hell out of me?" he laughed again pacing around the room. "You might want to fix your leg Char."

Charlie looked at her leg once more, seeing a pool of blood around it. Now that she had realized what was happening, the pain started to become higher and higher. She groaned, this time clenching her fists together. "You did this didn't you?" Charlie shifted her weight, "You shot me in the leg so that you could torture me with the excuse of me not being able to leave!"

Cash shook his head. "First of all, why would I shoot you? Second, you were trapped under a bunch of cement blocks, and if I didn't save you, you could have died."

"Wait," Charlie shouted, suddenly realizing she didn't see Newt, "Where is he? What did you do to him? Did you leave him?"

"Whoa there, calm down Princess." Cash smiled as he watched Charlie panic. "Your little boyfriend isn't dead, at least, not yet. Now, should I fix your leg?" He paused, pretending to consider, "Maybe I'll just let you bleed." he began to walk away, waiting for Charlie to respond.

Charlie was waiting too, heavily breathing, and cringing from the sight of her wound. She too waiting for Cash to do something, knowing that the move he made had to have something come after.

Cash looked back at Charlie, who was sitting in a pool of blood. He finally realized she was most likely about to die from the loss of blood, and quickly ran around the room trying to find something to secure it.

"I knew he'd come around." Charlie thought.

*****

Delilah jumped into a black office chair and spun around. She and Thomas were now in the old headquarters of WICKED, where Charlie and Delilah would always stay the night/hangout.

"So umm-" Thomas leaned against a chair, and it quickly slid out from under him, causing Thomas to fall, landing on his butt.

Delilah started to burst out laughing. "Nice one!" Delilah calmed herself, then turned around, facing a screen. She began typing fast, and different things popped up around her.

"So I'm guessing you're good with technology, and Charlie's good with weapons?" Thomas asked.

"I'm good with the tech, she's good with weapons and planning."

"Planning what?"

Delilah didn't respond, she just continued to type away. "Charlie could be anywhere." she muttered. Soon, areas were flashing across all the screens, showing the security footage from many different views. Delilah scanned the screens, trying to figure out where Charlie could have been. The areas were deserted.

After what seemed like hours of hunting her down, Delilah fell asleep, her head laid on one of the desks. Thomas sat next to her, twiddling his thumbs and spinning around.

One of the screens started to flash red, making Thomas jump. He shuddered, then looked a bit closer to the screen. "WICKED." he whispered.

The footage started to play over and over, while the system tried it's hardest to make a match with someone in it's files. Thomas soon fell asleep, after watching the screens for a sign of his friends, and Charlie.

AN: I just want to let you know that I will be at camp next week. I will still put up a new chapter, I just don't know when.

Anyway, thanks for reading. I hope you liked it. :)