Losing Hope

Thirty Six

When the boys came to get us, Newt, Minho and Chuck were long gone, and our plan was ready. Thomas was pretending to still be knocked out, so that we could take them by surprise. Chuck was in charge of the weapons, and Newt was apparently supposed to give some sort of signal, when the time was right, so that the others would rescue us.

Two boys were carrying Thomas, and Teresa and I had a boy each, and they were being assholes, considering that I was limping since my leg was still hurting as hell. I was trying not to put too much weight on it, because I knew any wrong move would split the wound open, but he still pushed me like the other did with Teresa. When we reached the doors, the two boys carrying Thomas let him fall face first on the ground, and I moved towards him, only to be pulled back by the boy holding me.

"No need to be an asshole, Shank," I mumbled, and his grip tightened on my wrists. I noticed three posts and frowned, but Gally took my attention off it.

"This is such a waste," Gally commented, looking down at Thomas, then up at me. I gave him my best death glare.

"Gally!" Winston said, and Gally turned to him. "It doesn't feel right, man," he said, shaking his head. Gally frowned, walking towards him.

"Yeah, what if Thomas is right?" Jeff added. "Maybe he can lead us home." I had a small smile, realizing that some of them were actually agreeing with us, and not with Gally. I shared a hopeful look with Teresa.

"We are home, okay? I don't wanna have to cross anymore names off that wall," Gally said, walking past Newt without giving him as much as a look.

"You really think banishing us is gonna solve anything?" Teresa asked, and he turned to her.

"No. But this isn't a banishing. This is an offering," he said calmly, and I looked at Minho behind him. My heartbeat quickened, and I swallowed hardly.

"What? Wait!" Teresa said as the boy holding her pushed her against one of the posts. "Gally, what are you doing?" she shouted again as she tried to fight against the boy. The boy holding me also dragged me towards the one opposite to her, and started tying my wrists over my head on the post.

"You really think I'm gonna let Thomas back into the Maze after what he's done? Look around you! Look at our Glade! This is the only way. And when the Grievers get what they came here for, everything goes back to the way it was," Gally said, and I rolled my eyes, as the Shank in front of me finished to tie me up and walked away from me.

"Are you listening to this? Why are you all just standing there? He's crazy!" Teresa exploded, and I turned to see her.

"You shut up?" Gally said, staring at Teresa.

"If you stay here, the Grievers are gonna come back. They're gonna come back, and they're gonna keep coming back until you're all dead!" Teresa kept on, and Gally lost it.

"Shut up! Tie him up!" he ordered, but the boys around Thomas didn't move. "Did you hear me, I said tie him off!" He shouted, and the boys bent down to take Thomas up. Thomas took this as his cue and hit one of them in the stomach, grabbing his spear in the process, before hitting the other with the side of it. From the corner of my eye, I saw Newt hit someone with the bottom of his machete, before he came towards me. The boy that tied me up took a step forwards, but Newt hit him too, before cutting my links and pushing me towards Thomas, who was standing with his spear pointed on Gally.

Teresa stood on the other side of Thomas, and Fry walked over next to her, handing her a machete. Chuck ran behind me as Minho slowly walked around Gally and reached us. He handed me his machete and took a spear from Chuck instead, before moving back in front of me.

"You're full of surprises, aren't you?" Gally sighed, and Thomas ignored him.

"You don't have to come with us, but we are leaving. Anyone else who wants to come, now is your last chance," Thomas told everyone, and Gally rose a hand.

"Don't listen to him, he's just trying to scare you," he said.

"No I'm not trying to scare you, you're already scared. Alright, I'm scared. But I'd rather risk my life out there then spending the rest of it in here," Thomas said, and the boys seemed to listen. "We don't belong here. This place isn't our home. We were put here. We were trapped here. At least out there we have a choice. We can make it out of here. I know that."

The boys stood in silence, before Winston looked at each one of us. He took a breath, then walked over to us, standing next to me behind Minho. Jeff was also quick to follow him, mumbling an apology to Gally while he walked past him. A bunch of other boys followed, and Gally looked back at the few who were standing in the Glade with him.

"Gally, it's over," Thomas said, lowering his spear. "Just come with us," he insisted, and Gally looked down at his feet, before looking back up.

"Good luck against the Grievers," he said, not moving from his place. Minho sighed, shaking his head, then gave me a slight push towards the Maze. I turned around and started walking into the Maze, until the boys all started running. Minho ran past me, then Winston, and then it was Newt who placed a hand on the small of my back, pushing me slightly to run.

"Has everyone already forgotten that my thigh was literally torn apart a few hours ago?" I complained, and Newt scoffed.

"Are you really complaining about a limp right now?" he asked, and I rolled my eyes.

"At least your ankle can't rip off and spill blood everywhere," I answered, and he scoffed, taking my arm and wrapping it around his shoulders so that I could put some weight on him. It probably wasn't such a good idea, considering we were both limping and therefore slowing each other down, but I decided to appreciate our closeness, considering we were potentially running to our deaths at that very moment.

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The end is coming guys!! I'm really happy to see that more and more people are reading this story until the end and I want to thank you all for doing so. I can't wait for you to see what's coming!

Love you all!

~Laue