Just like the Griever's Hole, the dead men hung by hooks, the Rat Man, the Cranks and the brick walls, Minho had hopes that Frankie's death was just another illusion. As much as he tried to distance himself from disappointment, this was one thing he...
A/N: I gotta ask. Which country do you guys come from? I'm curious, wondering if my time of update doesn't really coincide with y'all liking hehe
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ONLY AFTER THEY were sitting with their backs against the wall with cold cans of beans and sausages in their hands did Jorge let anyone talk about what had happened before this accidental meet. The Crank leader crankily threatened to cut off anyone's neck if they dared to say another word.
"I don't know about Reggie," Newt began over his can of sausages, "But Frank, you died."
"You were pale and as dead as klunk. I checked numerous times!" Clint interjected.
"We even buried your body in the Deadheads. Minho literally cried over your dead body —Ouch! What the bloody hell happened to you?"
Their voices and faces suddenly faded out and a persistent high-pitched sound began to ring in her ears.
"A girl came, bet as a replacement for you. Name's Teresa."
"We were forced to find our way out as soon as possible —walls didn't close. Griever came into the Maze at night, killing us one by one."
Frankie threw her lunch onto the floor and pointed her finger towards them accusingly.
"If you don't want to tell me the truth, don't talk."
"Frankie?"
"You're all shucking jacked in the head."
"Frank—"
"Stop lying!" She screamed suddenly. Her hands flew up to cover both of her ears, alarming everyone around. Even herself.
Was this the beginning of her insanity?
Minho covered both her hands with his and he tried his best to pry her stiff hands off. When he managed to do it, they were shaking so bad he almost froze himself.
"Leave me alone." Frankie swatted his hands away, suddenly gaining her usual strength and determination back.
"What about Alby?" she said (almost spat-like), "Chuck? Zart? Winston? Where are the rest?"
"Frankie... They died—"
She pressed her lips into a thin line and got ready to stand up.
"Are you saying we killed them? The shuck is wrong with you?" Minho said defensively, "Hey. Stop running away."
"Frank, you'd be surprised to know where the way out actually is," Newt interjected with a grimace, hoping that he could thaw the cold tension with a little humor.
But she didn't hear him and left. Wordlessly.
Minho frowned. His brain whirred like a thinking machine.
