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Sam
He smiles down at me, tears lining in his eyes, as my boyfriend kisses me for the final time.
And little did I know that it would be months until I ever saw him again.
"I'm not going back there." Thomas mutters, loud enough for Ava and Janson to hear before hovering his finger over the trigger.
The next few moments were a blur as Minho grabs my hand and tugs me through the destroyed and burning tents.
A jeep soars through the bushes and in the direction of the berg. Jorge and Brenda perch in the front seats, guns loaded as they plough down WCKD guards.
The remaining guards begin to quicken their pace, and cram more and more teenagers into the berg. Whilst the others begin to shoot at the teenagers who saw their chance to run.
Vince cries out, "Mary!"
And I glance back long enough to see a crimson patch of blood growing on her chest. He rushes to her side, tears building in his eyes as she falls to the ground, muttering several words about a cure?
Janson smirks, as he tucks his pistol back into his pocket, "it's a shame Mary, you were so close to finding a cure." He smirks, obviously unaware of her last words to Vince, who pulls out his pistol and blows a hole straight through Janson's shoulder.
The gladers and I had retreated back to the large machine gun where our sniper guns lay.
The guards get closer and closer with their launcher guns, and Newt and Thomas take risky steps forwards to reclaim their land.
But it doesn't go as they'd hoped, as Newt is shot down by a bolt of electricity. He cries out and sinks to the ground, Thomas, unaware of his boyfriend on the ground, returns to the trucks side.
Minho advances, sprinting to Newt's side muttering "this is the second time I've saved your life, you shank." As I shoot down a soldier getting too close to the boys.
Minho drags Newt back over to us, the blonde teen now rendered shocked and drousy from the burst of electricity to his chest. Minho turns, but he is then shot down.
The teen turns to look at us one last time, bent over a box as the volts tear through him, his face crumpled in pain.
The guards see an opportunity, and they take it, slinging his drousy body around and onto the berg. I scream out in agony for my boyfriend, and in terror of his life.
I begin to race forwards, only to be stopped by two strong arms. It was Thomas. "Let me go!" I cry, thrashing around, "Minho! I will come for you, my love!"
A small tear drips down his face as he barely manages to mouth 'I love you' to me before the berg doors slam shut, and it is swiftly flown through the scorch once again, and back to the tortoring of the WCKED headquarters.
I collapse onto the ground, sobs ripping through my body as half of my heart is teared from me. My one love and best friend, Minho, was gone.
But that didn't mean that I had given up.
I am pulled from my thoughts as a hand gently falls onto my shoulder, it was the kindhearted woman from earlier. She clutches Alex to her chest, and smiles sympathetically and wipes my tears from my cheeks.
"It will be okay, my dear." She soothes, helping me up from the ground and into her warming embrace.
The woman pulls away and gently hands me my son, patting my back before turning to leave, "Sam." I croak out, as she begins to leave.
The woman stops in her steps and truns to me wide eyed, "Sam?" She mutters under her breath, almost but barely audible.
"Sam..." she starts, but trails off, pondering in her thoughts, "do you have a brother?"
I nod, turning around and calling for my idiotic brother who trips over just about everything to get to us. "Thomas!"
"Hey, Sammy." He smiles sadly, cocking an eyebrow and sending me a sidewards glance when he sees the woman.
I shrug, and turn back to the woman, "Yeah, I do. His name is Thomas, and I think that he is older than me."
"You think?" She asks, as she cocks her eyebrow like Thomas. And it was then that I realise the slight resemblance of her and my brother.
I notice a large scar on the woman's arm, in the shape of teeth marks. And my heart leaps in my chest, memories swarming in my head.
"Stop the car!" My mother shouts, throwing open the car door and rushing to his side to help the stranger.
"Wait! Laura, come back! Remember what they said on-" but my father never finishes his sentence, before the battered man sinks his teeth into my mother's arm, when she reaches out to tend his gash.
"Wait, what was your name?" I mutter, glancing at Thomas in shock. He mimicks my actions, obviously having seen the memory too.
"Laura. But you can call me mum, my dear." She smiles, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks.
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My eyes crack open, the blinding sunlight forcing my to wake from my comfortable slumber.
Alex begins to wail from his makeshift bed next to me. I cradle my son, and let him feed as I glance around the burnt tent around me that the Gladers and I had managed to put up late last night. They all sleep soundly around me.
My heart aches as Alex's deep brown eyes meet mine, the same as his father's. My thoughts drown me as I remember our time in the glade, before Alex and before everything began to change.
Still lost in my thoughts, I finish feeding my son and lay him back into the cot, as he begins to amuse himself, cooing and giggling at the shapes and colours around him.
A smile breaks onto my tired and tear stained face, before Harriet and Sonya break into the tent. They wake the boys and prepare us for the day of scavenging ahead of us.
And that is where I was now. A blanket secured around my waist and my months old son babbling away in it.
We had found various different things, bottles, alcohol, rope, a gun, and some strange vials of blue liquid. They had all found themselves in my tattered old backpack, where they would probably live forever.
Vince had announced to the group that we'd be moving away from the camp at sundown, where we would head away from WCKD and down to the coast by the sea.
I had disagreed at first, but as the hours drew by, I began to realise that we'd have to save Minho later. But for now, I had to help the Right Arm prepare for war.
A/N:
Ahh fuck. It was like 30 degrees today, which is hot for England.
