The Glader

Bloody Inspired

 "I'll grab Thomas," Minho said, walking away.

"Everyone that's going to come with us, come over here!" I yelled, jumping onto the table for attention.

After everyone was more or less here, I called out, "Alright, quiet down! Order!"

Almost eerily fast, every mouth shut. That only added to my own tension.

"There's forty-one of us," I said to the crowd, "Make sure you've got your weapons," I held up my spear, "Other than that, there isn't a whole lot to buggin' say- you've all been told the plan. We're gonna fight our way through to the Griever Hole, Tommy here's gonna punch in his little magic code and then we're gonna get payback on the Creators. Simple as that."

I just hoped it would be that simple.

Then Minho called out from where he was standing with Tommy and Teresa. "Shouldn't someone give a pep talk or something?"

"Go ahead."

Minho faced the crowd. "Be careful. Don't die."

"Great. We're all bloody inspired," I replied. I then pointed towards the Maze, where the gap in the door stood waiting, as dark and forbidding as a tomb. "You all know the plan," I called to the Gladers, "After two years of being treated like mice, tonight we're makin' a stand. Tonight we're taking the fight back to the Creators, no matter what we have to go through to get there. Tonight the Grievers better be scared!"

In the back, someone cheered. Minho and Tommy joined in. Finally, the whole crowd was cheering, with the exception of Alby.

It was time.

I raised my spear, punctuating the rising tide of yells. "Hear that, Creators!" I yelled, "We're coming!"