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𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 and men ...
"GOD JOB, YOU just killed yourself." Minho's voice was grave, heavy breaths interrupting his ominous sentence. Sweat mixed with grime clung to his skin and his clothes hung limp and dishevelled against his weary frame.
"W—what?" Thomas stammered, fear evident in his voice. Ria couldn't speak, it was like a metal hand had coiled itself around her throat, choking her. She couldn't think straight.
What had she done?
Minho fell into a sitting position, panting heavily. Ria noticed Alby's lifeless body and felt the urge to vomit. She let out a whimper instead, letting her face fall into her hands in defeat.
Thomas stood shakily to his feet, pulling Ria up with him who groaned in protest. Her blonde hair fell over her eyes, shielding her view from the disturbing maze walls which surrounded them like menacing prison bars. Thomas crouched beside Alby and Ria finally took a proper look at the boy. On his forehead a deep crimson gash oozed blood, staining the skin. More blood decorated Alby's torn shirt and his eyes were shut, chapped lips parted. Ria pressed her hand to her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut.
"What happened to him?" Thomas inquired.
"What does it look like?" Minho snapped, his voice hard as iron as his gaze fell to the ground beneath him. "He got stung."
"What happened to his head?"
After a pause, Minho spoke. "I did what I had to do."
Ria felt her stomach drop. "You mean . . . yo—"
"Yes Ria," Minho cut the blonde off harshly, shooting her a weary glare. Ria felt a chill travel through her body and she hugged her arms to her chest as if they were an armour of protection. Trepidation hung in the air.
Ria's fear multiplied in the next second. An eerie screeching cry echoed through the walls, reverberating in Ria's head. She jumped in panic, heart racing.
"What the hell was that?" she stammered, hands shaking as she moved closer to Minho. The boy grunted in pain as she rose to his feet, dark eyes wild with consternation.
"Um, okay, all right, help me get him up." Thomas said hurriedly, still beside Alby.
"We gotta go. The maze is already changing." Minho instructed, ignoring Thomas. He hobbled forwards, edging his way down the stone corridor.
