The Flame Within MAZE RUNNER FANFIC

Chapter 23

We needed food, water, something to cure our starvation. I remember being at WICKED, thinking that I was starving just because I didn't eat for two hours. No, starvation was nothing like that.

Delilah knew where we needed to go, but she hesitated.

Last time we went someone attempted to decapitate me with a kitchen knife.

"Cash-" Charlie kept trying to speak, but he would keep stopping her. "Cash I-"

    "Shut up. You're fine."

    Finally, after struggling against his grip, Charlie pushed away from the wall. Confused, Cash stepped back to see what she was trying to do. Of course, Charlie wasn't much for romance, and quickly pulled her pistol out, while also wiping a kiss off of her cheek.

    "I'm way out of your league." she whispered.

    Charlie kicked Cash in the chest, forcing him to fall backwards. She took this as a moment to run, and so she turned, never looking back. She knew her way around, and while limping her way out, she tried hard not to take a wrong turn.

    She ran off towards the garage that was filled with dune buggies and other vehicles. She quickly grabbed all the keys, making sure that Cash wouldn't be able to take one of her rides, and get away. She jumped into her favorite, a black, topless, run down Jeep. Charlie drove down a hallway, being careful to close all doors after driving through.

    Now, Charlie may have been amazing with shooting guns, but when it came to driving, that had always been Delilah's job. She wasn't bad, but she also wasn't good.

    Charlie sped off, her backpack full of everything, sitting in the passenger seat. She decided she would first look at the Dollar Store, just to make sure that everyone had gotten out safely. Delilah and Charlie had promised that if they were ever split up, they'd meet at a club, placed downtown.

    As she reached her destination, she swerved down an alley, hiding her car and putting the keys in her bag. It was a little late in the night, and there was a line of people waiting to get inside the club. Charlie couldn't wait, and so she moved through the crowd of soon to be cranks, up to the front.

    There were two skinny women standing at the door, making sure certain people came in. They looked old, but only from all the things they have been smoking. Their faces were wrinkled and sagged skin was hanging off their cheeks.

    "Look who came crawling back to the club." the taller one hissed.

    Charlie rolled her eyes, getting ready for a comeback. "Look who still hasn't taken care of their drug problem. I would've thought you two died by now." The two gasped at Charlie's statement. "Now I suggest that you two let me into this lousy club or I just might slit your throats."

    Charlie made her way through the doors, that were made of loose boards, and many holes of light poking through from outside. The interior was the same way it had been for years. Dusty floors, broken glasses scattered across the bar, bullet holes in the wooden walls.

Everything was in place.

    She continued through, watching every step she took. Before long, Charlie had scanned the entire club, with no sign of Delilah. A tap on the shoulder made her spin around, a giant grin on her face. Only Charlie suddenly frowned at the sight of the visitor.