FIVE

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by sadisticsociety

by sadisticsociety

WILL HE
CHAPTER FIVE

Ernest stood still admiring the boy who was smiling happily at him, everything in that moment felt clear to him. He wanted Newt to always be this happy; he hated the nights where he would sit quietly - eyes filled with the tears as he sucked in shallow breath. He would give anything to never see him like that, anything.

Ernest was not stupid, he knew that Newt was never going to be truly happy; not if he was stuck in the glade, he presses a chaste kiss against Newt's lips and without further explanation ran off leaving a very struck Newt.

He continued to search around the glade until his eyes land on the tall boy who smacked a branch against a patch of grass aggressively; he turned his head slightly to acknowledge the person who was stood near him shadowing him almost.

"If you want to go and follow Alby's shucking command and get yourself killed, you do that!" He voices.

His chest rises in anger and Ernest watches him quizzically staying silent for a moment just watching the way his posture slumped as he pierced the stick into the ground. Ernest grips the stick with his good hand before Minho could grab it, tusking teasingly.

"Still not fast enough!" He teases.

Pulling the stick out of the ground with a low grunt, calm eyes meeting angrier ones, seeing Minho angry was not an unusual sight but those times it was more comical, sarcastic.

"Want to tell me what happened back there? I tried asking Alby but he gave me a shucking speech about Newt and I, and our future" he hums looking down at his finger nails before passing the stick gently back to Minho.

"He wants to run the maze, thinks what we saw is a way out and that we should take our chances." Minho explains blandly throwing the stick, it landed a good distance between the two boys, "he's desperate and he's using his desperation-" he cuts him self off with a heavy sigh.

Ernest nods, "I know" he breathes, his eyes softening at the sight of his friend; he knew Minho was tired and he was as desperate as everyone in the glade to leave. But if that meant sacrificing the lives of his friends he would rather stay stuck. "I'm going to run the maze, we are all just kids! We aren't meant to be here, Ben, whenever we are running the maze sometimes just stops he stops running and it's like I see that little bit of hope being sucked out of his eyes,

I want him to never feel that way again, so I'm going into that maze tomorrow and I don't know if what we will find we lead us out of here or not but I'm going to try. I'm not asking you to come with me, I'm just asking you to understand."

Hands were tangled around his waist and he could feel the soft sensation of breath hitting his chest, it was not long before the doors opened but he could not bare to untangle himself from Newt.

His eyes shut momentarily basking in the moment. Letting out a breath he sighs pressing his lips against the smaller boy's temple. Without disturbing his sleep he manages to untangle himself from Newt, his vision blurs rapidly causing the boy to stumble, holding a breath he shakes his head and regains his focus.

He carries on confused on what had just happen but decides to brush it off and not let it distract him. Reaching out of the homestead his eyes land on a group of boys huddled near the entrance, sighing he takes off in a jog to greet them smiling at the familiar faces.

"What took you so long shank?" Ben greets with a wide smile lightly shoving him playfully.

Ernest matches his smile shaking his head at his childishness, pushing him back playfully which erupted in the two boys ending up wrestling playfully; stone creaking followed by a thick and heavy waft of air flying in their direction causes the two boys to stop.

The tanned boy's hand comes down onto Ben's who looked riddled with anxieties, with a nod to the abyss the boy's take off in a steady walk to save their energy.

Light hearted banter started to pick up as Ernest made it his mission to make Greg smile, seeing as they had never seen him smile before, not since he came up to the glade.

"How about you shuck off and focus on finding what was supposed to be the way out!" Greg snaps causing an uproar of shock, like his smile the boy's hardly heard his voice and despite being in a situation that was life threatening they could not let that dim their excitement.

"He speaks!" Roars Ben, a wide smile plastered across his face as he slowed down to match the other boy's pace. In that moment everything seemed okay the timid boy's frown turned into a flashy smile as he joked around with Ben and the rest of the runners.

In that moment everything seemed.. blissful, the ivy covered walls were not so bland, but nothing stays good, not for them not ever.

Light whirring noises fill the air and sets a panic in the runners. The walls would not close for another half hour but they were pretty far out, Alby addresses the runners advising that they should probably run back.

"Guys," Ernest murmurs quietly trying to grasp everyone's attention, when nobody responded to his call or yet paid attention he voices it louder, turning towards him they look at him with a kind of fear stricken urgency.

Ernest however stayed fixated on the bulging blob of web and gunk that pulsed harshly. His finger lifts shakily as he points it scared if he were to talk he would alert whatever it was that was growing against the wall's.

The boys nervously huddle around it lightly going to poke at it, before they had a chance the blob started to pulse a lot faster; causing a small panic among the boys, "is that? Run!" Alby orders setting off into a speedy sprint the boy's following behind him.

Sweat trickled from his neck down to his back like a short trail, Ernest's vision becoming hazy with every push of his limbs. Skidding to a harsh stop he places his hands on a moss covered wall letting out pained pants gripping tightly at the right side of his hair as a loud piercing sound starts to nail through his skull.

The glade was only a jog away but he was afraid if he took another step he would collapse, despite his body's constant pleads to stop he sets off his feet harshly hitting the ground before he lands safely in the compounds of the glade.

Closing his eyes for a moment seemed to be a mistake, he winces as a bone shuddering cry fills his mind causing him to stagger backwards, a name being repeated was whispered under the cry like a prayer spoke by a voice that sounded sweet and innocent.

Mindlessly sinking to his knees; a harsh yelp leaves his mouth a twang of pain hits his body leaving it feeling burnt. Screams fill the air as he claws at his head, a person envelops him tightly holding his body up and gripping at his hands to stop the assault he was putting on his body.