Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 60//

"All the markers were burnt in the fire, this was all I could find"

I said as I dropped about 4 pencils and 3 dark markers that looked like they had seen better days. Newt looked up at me slightly stunned and cocked his head.

"Where did you get those?"

"I dodged Winston and robbed the gathering room of its stationary"

Newt held a 'What the hell' expression on his face for a solid 5 seconds before he shook his head and looked back at the table where Thomas was starting to set everything out, his tongue between his teeth as he did so.

"We couldn't find any scissors"

Teresa said in disappointment and I rolled my eyes. I turned around, walking away from the work bench to where the trunk of knives was, they had just been sharpened so he's in luck. I pulled out a shiny silver dagger before strolling back to the bench, casually stabbing it in the table in front of Thomas.

"There you go"

"This had better be good. Get on with it greenie"

Minho ordered and Thomas nodded, none of us really gave the time to explain to each other what was going on. We just ordered them around, I think it was easier to just do it rather than explain. They can see what we mean and see if we're right about this. God I hope so.

Thomas breathed calmly before unrolling the wax paper, pulling the knife out and passing the both of them to Minho. Minho looked genially interested in what was going on, like maybe he too believed it. Newt watched in with no expression while Teresa stood next to Thomas.

"Start cutting rectangles, about the size of the maps. Newt and Malaya, you can grab the first ten or so maps from each section"

I nodded and Newt went with me over to where the boxes were hiding. Newt pulled them down and placed them on the floor for me to grab and start collecting the first big chunk of the maps. Minho clearly didn't like his little cutting job, because I heard him groan in disgust.

"What is this, kiddie craft time? Why don't you just tell us what the klunk we're doing this for?"

"I'm done explaining, it'll be easier if I show you. If I'm wrong, I'm wrong, and we can go back to running around the maze like mice"

Minho growled with irritation before going back to work. I could see where Minho was coming from, but this really was the only way. I helped pull out the sections, passing Thomas the piles of ten from each section. Newt looked back at me with a questioning look, all I did was nod. Trying to reassure him that this was going to work, even though I didn't know myself.

We had soon managed to make of line of piles 1 to 8. All the sections ones in the same pile, all of section two in one pile and so on. Minho had already managed to cut about 20 pieces and now we were all tracing all the maps onto the wax sheet. It was my job to do sections one and two. Newt was doing three and four, Teresa was doing five and six and Thomas was doing seven and eight. It would be no time before we had a wax sheet of each map.

Newt had concentration clouding his features, I think he knows where we're going with this. Thank god. Thomas was working feverishly, we had been working extremely hard and precise. Trying to make as many maps as we could while also keeping them accurate.

But soon, enough was enough. We had to see.

"I've had enough. My fingers are bloody burning like a mother. See if it's working"

Newt ordered as he flexed his hands, holding his wrist as if he was one hundred years old with a bone disease. Hey if any one's got that disease it's me. I looked down at my feet as I was still pushed up on the balls of my toes. Sometimes I forget I even have this condition.