Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 52//

Minho's POV

I could not believe what was happening, this was mental. I stopped at a corner again, looking over the rough notes Malaya had written down. It was this left then straight. But these directions were leading me straight to the cliff.

"Why are we going this way, weren't we meant to go right here?"

"We were actually meant to go left back there, but I'm not bothering with the route today. It's this"

I said to Thomas, tapping the notepad with my finger as I started jogging again, I appreciated Thomas's ability to recognise when we're going the wrong way, but this was more important. Last time Malaya went mental, she claimed she knew the way out, but no one believed her. But now she had a route written down, not remembering a thing apart from the fact it was important she gave it to us.

Newt was looking after her, so I was relaxed about her safety, right now, I cared about the glades. If she's right, we had found the way out, we could leave this stinking place. Perfect timing too now that the sky has gone grey.

I ran down the halls as I followed her directions, like I had said before. We arrived at the cliff, but we knew there was nothing out there. Why would she come here? The page was hard to read, but I tried my best, it was like she was fighting a griever off while she wrote this with her shucking feet.

I got a few words out.

'Illusion. Hole. Right side.'

What?

An illusion? Like a hologram? Was this what Tommy was saying when the grievers just vanished into thin air? I was rushed and frightened that day, I can't trust myself to say I know what I saw, because I didn't.

But I trusted Malaya.

I looked around, my eyes catching what Laya might be suggesting too. There was a line on the cement, where the two giant grey slabs met to make up the floor. It was perfectly straight and ran all the way to the edge of the cliff.

"The right side?"

"what?"

I hadn't bothered to tell Thomas I was just thinking out loud, I was on to something, I just had to hope I was right. This could be it, Malaya doesn't remember, so if I get this wrong then we ruin our one chance. I don't want Malaya freaking out and running in here to write more stuff down.

Newt may just break his other leg from the same cause as the injured one. The thought gave me chills.

I hesitated slightly before looking down at the notes again, trying to read through all her writing. But still nothing changed. We had to do something, at least test the girl's theory, otherwise her suffering would all be for vain.

"Thomas, get as many rocks as you can get. We're testing your magic disappearing act theory"

I said and Thomas looked at me with a strange expression before doing as I asked, he was a good kid, talked too much but he was a true leader. He care's a lot, reminds me of Malaya a lot in that way. But Malaya was one of a kind, couldn't get another like her. Newt's a lucky shank.

The wall's, though big and solid somehow had an unusual amount of rocks nearby, I don't remember them being here. A lot were on the sides of the walls or in cracks hiding behind vines.

Thomas hauled a heavy arm load and dumped it in the middle of the room. I soon followed suit. We had gathered ourselves quite a lot of rocks without walking very far, which had come as a big surprise to me. But I had bigger things to worry about.