Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 67//

"Now you're being a shuck idiot, or a traitor. How can we trust a word you say if you helped design this place, put us here? we can't handle one griever on our grounds, much less fight a whole bunch of them in their little hole. What are you really up too?"

Alby shouted at Thomas, his hand up and pointing at him in an accusing manner. But for once in this whole meeting Thomas had enough, and I believe he had every right to do so.

"What am I up to? Nothing! Why would I make all this up?"

The room was silent as the fight broke out, like no one quite knew what to do, we all sort of just stood and watch in shock, like somehow the solution would just hit us in the face. But it was all so sudden.

Alby's fist was clenched, it was only a matter of time before someone got hurt, yet no one could move to stop the great leader.

"For all we know you were sent here to get us all killed. Why should we trust you?"

"Alby, do you have a short-term memory problem? I risked my life to save you out in the maze, you'd be dead if it wasn't for me"

"Maybe that was a trick to gain our trust. If you're in league with the shucks that sent us here, you wouldn't have had to worry about the grievers hurting you. Maybe it was all an act"

This was getting out of hand, I looked desperately at Minho, I knew he was the only one who had the guts to do anything. It only took one look, it seemed Minho was ready to stick up for the Greenie before I had pleaded.

Then with a quick spring up Minho was interjecting the fight, trying to get Alby to see sense in his madness. Was he still crazy from the changing?

"Alby, that's about the dumbest theory I've ever heard. He just about got freaking torn apart three nights ago. You think that's part of the act?"

Minho saw it, I saw it, Newt saw it, the whole damn glade saw it. Why not Alby? Something was wrong here, what was wrong with Alby? Something had to be wrong. Alby didn't take his eyes off Thomas as he shrugged, answering curtly with his angry tone.

"Maybe"

Thomas snarled at Alby's answer, he had enough with people accusing him. As would anyone, I would if I was him. I felt my feet itching to step up and separate these two, to end this meeting and talk about our escape plans. We needed this hope, we all did. So bad.

"I did it, on the chance that I would get my memories back, help us all get out of here. do I need to show you the cuts and bruises all over my body?"

Thomas threatened, he looked furious but before anyone could say anything Alby flung around and screamed at us all, spit flying from his mouth. His eyes bulged, his fists clenched, and a vein popped out of his head with his rage.

"We can't go back!! I've seen what our lives were like, we can't go back"

...What? His memories, he remembered what life was like. My head was bouncing back and forth with what was happening between Thomas and Alby. But then another player was added, Newt chimed in. I wanted to scream. All hell had broken loose.

"is that what this is about? Are you kidding?"

Alby turned around fiercely, he looked crazy, rabid. He looked at me which made me choke on my air.

"You won't listen to anyone... the only one you listen to is her! Well let's hear it then Malaya, tell us the truth!"

He charged at me and my instinct to run kicked in, I threw myself from the seat, shouting now filling my ears as fear filled my chest. I wasn't quick enough, I tripped on Bark who was at my feet. Hands wrapped around my arm and pulled me back so hard my back slammed into Alby's chest.