Run (Newt x OC)

Chapter Nine

(Author's note: okay so before you read I just need to tell you that I have had a sh*tty month and my Instagram account got deleted in Christmas Day and it had 2.1k and I've had it for 1 year and a half and it was so important for me because it gave me confidence and friends who stopped me from doing reckless things that was gonna ruin my life and this year my social anxiety pushed me so dangerously close to self harm so I'm not my best. But enjoy this chapter 😊)
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When Helen woke up, she woke up cold and sweaty. Her limbs were entwined tightly in vines. Her eyes floated until she looked down at her foot. Her vision focused and blurred and focused again. She felt herself feel so much heavier when she realized she was dangling on vines that crawled on the walls like scratchy veins.

What was the last thing she remembered? She remembered the fatigue that still lingered inside her body like a beast snoring while in hibernation. And then it sucked all the energy she had and she crashed into Thomas' arms.

That fatigue was gone for now; her empty stomach no longer bothered her. Although the heaviness in her blood didn't leave, as she still realized she was high above ground. She glanced around to see if anyone was there. She spotted the dark silhouette of a Glader; it was definitely Alby. He was still unconscious, and Helen shut her eyes for a second and hoped that he was still hanging in there.

Where was Thomas and Minho? Panic set into Helen but it instantly formed into an adrenaline. She took this as a chance to think. She had to get down without hurting herself. How will she untangle herself first?

Helen started tugging her arms but whoever put her up there- probably Thomas- did a pretty good damn job on making sure she wouldn't fall. Helen felt frustrated, like how she felt when she woke up in that godforsaken box. How will she get down? She has to get down. What if Thomas or Minho were in trouble?

Helen had an idea, but it was a bad idea. She was so sure it wasn't going to work, but then again it might- if she's lucky. Leaning her head down on the piece of vine that tightened around her right arm, she bit down on the vine.

A vomit-inducing bitter juice erupted into Helen's mouth, and she had to use all her will to not barf. Praying that this wasn't a poisonous plant WICKED created for the Maze, she but down unwillingly again. And again. And again. Fibres of vine were stuck between her teeth and her mouth had a nasty taste. But at least she broke the vine. Her arm wasn't fully free, so she leaned in further to break another vine. Her neck was complaining but Helen coped. After what seemed like forever, her right arm could wiggle out of the now broken vines.

Helen felt a rush of satisfaction, and then moved her bare arms to release her left one. Her arms had ugly bruises and ruby red scratches and red imprints from the vines. If her arm made her cringe, she wondered what her whole face looked like.

Her fingers clawed at the vines. She pulled and pulled savagely and after a long time of heaved breathing and perspiration the vines became damaged enough for her left arm to be free.

Helen sighed deeply, because she absolutely hated the next part of her plan. Her hands gripped harshly on some vines, then paused for a moment to rest her thumping heart. Was she really this reckless?

Oh shuck it, she thought.

She bent her left knee and kicked down. The vines were strong but after many attempts the vines snapped and her left leg dangled in midair. Helen sucked in a breath and her grip tightened hard and she felt how warm and sweaty her palms were.

Bracing of what was next, she kicked hard with her right leg. When it finally snapped Helen instinctually gripped tighter until she felt the vines cut into her skin. The pain made her body shake. She was a nervous wreck, and her breathing sped up. Vision blurred with... Tears? Dammit, she was almost having a breakdown.