Conflicted

✩Chapter 16- Where Is He?✩

Great, I thought. Abso-shucking-lutely great.

The tunnel divided into two paths. I was horrible at simple decisions like these. I could kill someone in the blink of an eye, but couldn't decide whether to go left or right in a bloody tunnel.

Goes to show how much of a leader I am.

I shook my head. On instinct, I went right. I tried my best to stop my highly logical brain from taking over, but to no avail.

What if this lead to a dead end? What if this way was the wrong way? What if there are Cranks here?

Stop it Brenda!

I shut my eyes. It helped me clear my head. After a few seconds, I opened them again. And I headed off.

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I heard the rushing off a waterfall and sped up my pace. When I reached the water source, I decided to take a break. My ankle was throbbing anyways.

But no, tired, hungry, frustrated Brenda gets no breaks. Because right as I settled down, I heard footsteps. A lot of them.

I slipped into a small crevice in the rock wall, making sure I was well hidden in the shadows. And it worked.

They passed right by me. But only did I realize it was them until I heard the understandable, non-phlegm filled voices talk. I burst out from my hiding space, nearly tackling them.

"What the bloody-"

"Brenda?"

"Yeah, it's good to see you, too, Minho," I scoffed.

I was then tackled by someone. I yelped in surprise as his arms folded around me and he whispered harshly into my ear, "Don't you ever try to be bloody heroic again, you hear me?"

I just buried my face into his shoulder in response. The smell of pine overwhelmed my nostrils again. Newt.

He broke away after a while, and I was just tackled again, this time more gentle.

"Aye, chica, are you okay?"

"Yes, Jorge, I'm fine," I laughed. It sounded wierd to hear such a joyous thing in such a sullen place.

"If you guys don't mind, I would like to get out of here soon," Minho growled. Well someone wasn't happy.

There was only one person who I didn't see. I turned to Newt, who looked up at me with his brown puppy-dog eyes.

"Newt... Where's Thomas?"

He looked down. I looked around at the other Gladers, who had all averted their gaze from mine as well, including Jorge.

"Where is Thomas?" I repeated, more forcefully.

"Brenda, I-" Newt began, but I cut him off.

"Newt, what happened?" I said as evenly as possible, but I could hear my voice wavering.

"They took him," Minho said, his voice cracking on the last word.

"Who took him?" I hissed, trying to control the panic in my voice.

"Brenda, you have to understand-"

"Understand what, Newt? Who took Thomas?" I said, whirling on Newt. I could feel the tears welling up in my chest.

"Teresa. It was Teresa."

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Oooh lots of talking haha. But, aye I'm bringing in more Teresa because why not? Anyways, I think you're getting the idea of the love triangle thingy I've got going on hehe.

~Kalespia