After the Death Cure(The Maze Runner)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

        "A long time ago, before any of you were born, the sun destroyed our planet, leaving it in this dystopian atmosphere. As you already know, lots of people died from the sun flares and uncontrollable, chaotic weather. So, with no vegetation, and multitudinous amounts of people, how were people going to survive? This was the question that so many wanted solutions to. Some said, 'let's bomb insignificant areas,' or 'we could shoot people down,' but all required valuable resources that we couldn't waste on them."

        Wow! He speaks of them as if their existence is unnecessary, like they are gallons of waste.

        "So, we had one idea that gave us a brilliant plan!" He exclaims in excitement.

        "Please, just fucking stop!" I shout, not in anger, but in agonizing pain. "They were, are, people. You speak about them as some hazardous wastelands, but they are humans, just like you, and deserve respect. That 'Brilliant Plan' of yours caused millions to die."

        "You give respect to where respect is due. They did nothing to deserve my respect so they don't receive it. Also, if they were alive, our resources would have been wiped out and we wouldn't have been able to supply you guys."

        "That's not the point!" I shout, feeling my skin burn with anger. "You killed many of innocent lives, children, babies," I choke up at the thought of him, "Newt, and didn't feel any remorse."

        He begins to laugh, and I lose it. I launch myself at him, taking a strike at his mouth. He shrieks in pain, stumbling backwards, almost crashing into the table mounted on the floor. He spits out a wad of blood, and I believe a tooth.

        I grin, and lick my chapped lips hungrily, ready to attack him once again. I get ready to throw myself upon him and beat him to death, but before I could react, the bud of a gun connects with my head, sending me crashing to the ground. I shriek in pain, and feel the room around me go blurry. I instantly smell metal, and the metallic liquid spews down my face and into my mouth, but I ignore it to look at my friends before the darkness swallows me whole. Everyone shares aghast expressions. The guards are holding down Brenda, who looks like she's screaming-crying-or maybe doing, I have no clue. My mind is too scattered to focus on sound, barely vision. Then I see a grinning shuck-face giving me a thumbs-up; Minho. I grin as well, and then the blackness sucks me inside.

 

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        "He's fine."

        "Oh Thomas please don't go."

        "C'mon shank, pull through."

        "I love you."

        "You're all I have left."

        I hear voices.

        I'm dead, I just know it. C'mon you can't give up that easy, I can't leave them, not now.

        Ah! My head, I think to myself as my eyelids flutter open. My vision is blurry at first, but slowly returns. It takes me a few seconds to see where I'm at, the same place. Phew! I'm not dead. But, this time I'm tied to a chair, and Blake has a scar on his face.