Running From Your Problems (a Newt/ Maze Runner fanfic)

Chapter 40

Frypan was hunched over a steaming pot of tonight's dinner, adding handfuls of this and that to the pot. His only acknowledgement of my being there was a distasteful glance thrown in my direction.

I cleared my throat. "I need your help." The words tasted sour in my mouth. Asking for someone else's help, especially a person who I didn't really like, made me feel sick to my stomach.

His answer was blunt "No."

"But-"

"No."

I began heading for the door, trying to think of someone else that didn't have a bone to pick with me that could get the word out easily.

Three names bounced through my head: Newt, Minho, Thomas. But, I couldn't talk to them. It wouldn't do me any good and they would never listen.

"Shucking Gladers." I stopped ten feet outside of the kitchen doorway and looked up at the sky. Whatever WICKED was planning needed to be stopped.

Almost as if in a trance, my right foot found a ledge and my left arm began pulling me towards the roof of the kitchen. My body continued climbing until I was on the roof.

I looked down at the Glade and immediately regretted my choice. The entire Glade and everything in it was clear as day from where I was standing. The height was dangerous and it exhilarated me and freaked the klunk out of me at the same time.

I took a deep breath and screamed. "WICKED is coming. I don't know what they will do, but they are coming. They know about the Doors not opening and the maze being shut down. They know everything. We need to stop them. We need to fight!"

The Gladers that actually listened to me were only a few, must just snickered at my yelling and began whispering to eachother. I could only imagine what they were saying.

"And where did you hear that information and come up with that little plan?" A voice yelled at me. I turned to see Gally, who seemed to have disappeared for a long time without a trace. He was standing in a group of Gladers smirking with every syllable. "Where did you hear it?" He repeated.

Others began to join in.

"Yeah where?"

"WICKED themselves obviously."

"Probably hears voices."

"I bet you anything that she and that other girl are spys."

The first were harsh but whoever yelled that Teresa and I were spys crossed the line and sent me into a rage.

Within a second my knife had been pulled flawlessly from my boot and thrown at the slintheads who had been yelling. A dull thud, followed by silence echoed throughout the Glade as the knife sunk deep into the wood inches from Gally's fat head.

"Did you see that?"

"Insanely fast reflexes."

"Right next to his head."

My knife throwing didn't result in anything but more whispers except for the fact that Gally passed out from a knife being thrown at his head.

"Listen to me you shanks!" I screamed. "WICKED is coming, they know about the maze shutting down and they won't be bringing teddy bears and candy with them! If you don't believe me, then don't blame me when your precious Glade gets destroyed."