Amaurotic \\ The Maze Runner [Newt] [1]

Chapter Thirty

[ P R E S E N T ]

Gally paced back and forth whilst holding his arms, against Newt's peripheral vision. As Thomas sat down on one of the many steps inside the Gathering hut. Minho, Chuck, Nova and a few other Gladers on stand-by. Waiting for any sort of talk, a speech, or even an opinion.

"In all of our years of being in the Glade, nothing has ever gone wrong." Gally goes to explain. "But ever since Thomas here, shows up, along with that girl. Everything has suddenly changed.

He then added, "The rules are what kept us going, they are what kept the Glade at peace. Why now are we questioning them? Just because Thomas decided to be the Hero?" He scoffed.

Gally pointed at Thomas, "You killed one of them. The Box still hasn't gone back down. Who knows what this could mean for any of us..."

Newt shrugged, looking at the angry boy. "Alright well, what do you suppose we do about it?"

"One night in the slammer, no food or water." Gally proposed, crossing his arms now.

Nova rolled her dead eyes, biting her lip in anticipation. Hoping no-one saw her do so. She knew Gally was going to say that, and though he was technically right, Thomas just got there and had already broken multiple rules.

Nova nodded, "I agree."

"What?" Chuck spoke in question.

Nova continued, "I think Thomas should go into the slammer for a night. But, he still deserves food and water."

"Nova-" Gally growled, but was cut off.

"No, Gally." Nova stomped her foot in protest. "No-one deserves to be starved for a night... Not even Ben deserved it."

She then added, "So whether you like it or not, I will be giving Thomas the food and water that he needs. Just like every Glader here. It has to be fair-game, nothing more."

Gally let out a heavy sigh, "Fine. But he's still going to be punished either way."

"Minho," Newt called out. "What are your thoughts of this bloody situation?"

"In all the years of us being here," Minho begins, putting all of his weight onto one leg, holding his hips. "No-one has ever survived a night in the Maze, let alone killed a Griever."

He looked at Thomas, "Now, I don't know if he's straight up stupid, or shucking brilliant. But, all I know is. We need more of it."

And then finally, "I say we make him a Runner."

The room erupted in a choir of, "What's" from a bunch of Gladers sitting around.

"A Runner?" Frypan spat out with a low chuckle, as if Minho was insane. "Now hold-up, let's not get over our heads here."

"Thomas! Thomas!" Chuck fist-pumped the air, cheering his new Hero on. In hopes everyone would join along. Only to be ignored.

Nova secretly smiles at Chuck's glee towards Thomas. She found it to be so cute, the young boy deserved so much better than this life. So much better...

Newt tried getting everyone's attention, but there were too many shouts. No-one could hear the boy with the limp. And he sighed, rolling his eyes, clearly annoyed.

"HEY!" Nova yelled loudly.

Everyone jumped, and instantly went silent. "Newt has something to say."

Newt smiled towards Nova. Though she couldn't see it, she could physically sense it. And she smiled back, heat creeping onto her cheeks slightly.

"Alright then." Newt nodded. "Starting from tomorrow, you're a Runner."

"Ugh," Gally shook his head with a low groan. "Wow..."

Gally hit shoulders with Thomas, in both anger and pure hatred. As he walked past the newly made Runner. And making his way outside of the Gathering hut, to probably go blow off some steam by building more structures. Maybe even a ladder.

Suddenly, Thomas turned around and headed outside into the open Glade. Minho was curious, and followed right after him. Nova right behind, as she wanted to know what Thomas was up to. She knew a lot was on his mind. As a lot was on her own mind, as well.

"What's in your mind right now?" Minho asked, catching up to a speedy Thomas who was trekking his way towards the Maze.

"I'm going into the Maze." Thomas said bluntly, out of the blue.

"What?" Nova scoffed. "You're not!"

Thomas whirled around to look down at her, "Yes I am. I'm going in there, and taking a look at that Griever. Maybe it has something that we need? Who knows. But I'm going either way."

Nova sighed, Thomas was stubborn and she knew she couldn't just stop him. "Alright fine, but I'm coming with to make sure that shuck-head of yours doesn't make anymore stupid decisions."

Minho held and arm in front of her, right as she started for the Maze. "Minho, let me pass."

"No, Nova." Minho shook his head. "You and the Maze still need a break from each other, you cannot deny that."

Minho then added, "I'll go. And I'll bring a few others with. Alright? Don't worry so much."

Nova huffed and crossed her arms. Rolling her eyes. "Alright fine. But you better be-careful. Things are changing, so who knows what else could happen."

Minho chuckled with his famous smirk. "You kidding me Nova? Me? Careful? Who do you think I am? A dumb shake like this Greenie?" He pointed towards Thomas.

Thomas raised a brow, crossing his arms. Nova smiled back and chuckled, she missed Minho's sassy side. She hasn't seen that side of him in awhile, considering everything has been going crazy lately.

And so, Thomas and Minho run off, gathering a few other Gladers to go with. And they vanish into the Maze, in search of the newly dead Griever.

Nova only hoped Minho was right. And that they would be extra-careful this time around. She rubbed her temples, a slight headache beginning to linger throughout her brainwaves. She was tired. Very tired.

She turned around, and headed back towards the Gathering hut. So that way, they could talk about more strange doings of the Glade.

But just then, Nova remembered that she had one more letter left. One that she hasn't read yet. So, instead of the Gathering hut, she heads straight towards the homestead. Where she sleeps.

She needed to know the last words that was given to her, from Ava Paige, her mother.

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Here's chapter thirty! :)

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