Whirlwind | The Maze Runner- Newt

The Smallest Coffins Are The Heaviest

"Welcome, survivors! Congratulations on completing the Maze Trials! We didn't expected so many of you to be standing here. You all truly continue to amaze us."

I furrow my eyebrows. 'So many of us?' We were fifty people and we are down till eight. Either she is a blind or she is downright stupid. I feel my blood boil.

She doesn't care for us. All she cares about is the experiment. We are not human for them but are lab rats.

She explains how the sun scorched our Earth and then how Flare Virus pandemic broke out. She said how the virus attaches itself to our brains and slowly turns us into zombie-like scavengers.

I gasp as a man strapped to a chair thrashes violently, his eyes bulging and wide. Black liquid pools out of his mouth, staining his teeth. Black vines crawl to his cheek.

She said how there are some Immunes and that we are some. And thus WICKED decided to create the Maze Trials to monitor our brain activity and detect what makes us different from others.

"All this is for a cure. A cure that will save the humanity." She pulls out a small guns and presses it against her temple. "Remember... WICKED is good."

A loud bang and she kills herself. The screen gets sprayed with her blood.

Great. One burden less on the Earth.

I don't feel one bit of remorse for the woman or any of the people lying dead near my feet and I am happy that I don't. I wanted them at my feet and here they are.

The only sad thing is, I didn't get to kill them. I would have loved to show them the assassin they made me to be.

I see Chuck creep close to Thomas, his eyes shut as Thomas holds the boy tightly towards him.

"Now what?" Newt asks.

"We leave." Minho says.

"No!"

We all whirl around to see Gally.

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Gally shakes his head. "No, we don't leave. We can't leave." I notice greenish vines crawling up from his neck.

He got stung again?

"Listen, Gally," Thomas raises both his hands and take a step towards him but Teresa pulls him back. That's when I notice it. Gally has a gun.

How did he get that?

I stay very still, my mind racing around to find a way out of this.

"Look, you gotta let us help you. It's all over now, we can get out." Thomas tries again, "Put the gun down and come to us, let's go. For real."

"Give me the gun, Gally." I say. My throat was a dry as a desert and my heart was racing.

"NO! No!" he screams and we flinch back, "I belong to the Maze."

Everything happens in slow motion.

Gally points his gun towards Thomas and presses the trigger. Minho throws his spear at Gally. We all duck down, screaming. The spear hits Gally's chest as he drops down. He looks relieved as life slowly drains out of him.

"Thomas..." Chuck trails off.

I whip towards him. I chock on my breath as I see Chuck look down at his chest as blood slowly pools out if the bullet wound, his grey shirt, staining. His knees give out.

Thomas catches Chuck before he can hit the floor. I rush to him and kneel beside him.

"No. No. No. No. Chuck, no." I whisper.