Chapter 8

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"I don't care if I won't like it!" Thomas said, growing frustrated. "I'll do whatever it takes to get out of here and find Teresa!"
Chancellor Paige sighed. "you'll have to kill the creators."
Thomas stood stunned. There was no way he could ever kill anyone- much less the creators of the Maze!
There was a long silence before anyone spoke a word. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Thomas asked, "What do I have to do?"
Chancellor Paige smiled. "I knew I could count on you."
Thomas could hear the beating of his own heart in his ears so hard, he thought it was going to beat out of his chest.
"I'll explain tomorrow, but for now, you need to get some rest. You were shot by a launcher- I'm surprised you're even up yet." Chancellor Paige said. Then she turned and started to walk away.
"Wait," Thomas said. "The door doesn't open from the inside.
The Chancellor kept walking. "I have my ways." She said plainly, and with that, she walked to the door and typed something in on a keypad.
"That wasn't there two seconds ago." Thomas said as just the door swung open.
"Like I said," smirked Chancellor Paige. "I have my ways."
She walked out of the room and the door swung shut behind her.

Thomas was lying in bed, wide awake. His mind was racing and be couldn't sit still. Tomorrow, Chancellor Paige would come and tell him how to kill the creators.
Thomas was scared- he'd never killed anyone before. What if he was caught? Or this is all just a set-up?
Questions were coursing through him non-stop.
Thomas desperately wanted to talk to Teresa so badly, even though he knew it probably wouldn't work.
He tried anyways.
Teresa? He thought. A-are you there?
No answer. Thomas didn't care though.
I have something to tell you. I don't know if you can hear me, but... Thomas paused for a moment, unsure of what to say.
I can get out, but I'll have to do something horrible to do it. I'll have to kill the- the creators...
There was still no answer, but it still felt good to tell somebody- even if they couldn't hear.
Slowly, Thomas's mind started to slow and his eyes were getting heavy. Soon, he slept.

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