''My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones, it keeps my veins hot, the fires find a home in me''
-Lorde~ Yellow Flicker Beat
The final installment of my Maze Runner trilogy series
She's been lied to, beaten, and tortured. They've stolen everyt...
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I can hear the voices before I see the face of the person they belong to. Their conversation is muffled, but I can hear snippets of it. A man ordering someone else to open the door; that they don't have all day. Then, a series of clicking from the other side of the door.
I push myself further back into the cold wall, a shiver running down my spine as the concrete makes contact with my skin. The door is pulled open at an agonizingly slow pace, my heart thrumming in my chest as I squint in the dim lighting to see who my first visitor in twenty seven days is.
Janson walks into the room, flanked by a guard who immediately points his gun in my direction. An immediate feeling of disappointment mixed with repulsion floods my body as he steps further into the room. I push my back flat up against the wall, trying to become a part of it; to disappear out from under Janson's wicked smirk. His icy eyes bore into me, watching in sick satisfaction as I try to shrink away from him.
"We meet again." He starts, putting up a hand in some kind of signal. Immediately after, another guard enters the room, placing a metal chair down for Janson to sit in. He does, ignoring the guard's presence completely as he sits down, placing a thick folder on his lap before looking up at me. Studying me. "They're just here for precaution." He says, watching as my gaze flicks from him and holds onto the guard standing just inches behind his chair, his gun still pointed directly at me. "You know, considering your violent tendencies and history, I thought it would be safer for both of us."He looks me up and down, taking in my appearance. A look of disapproval and disgust flashes in his eyes before he looks away, instead scanning the room. His eyes fall on the wall with the tally marks carved into the concrete. "I see you kept yourself busy."
"Eighty seven days." I croak out, my voice hoarse due to an extreme lack of water.
"What?"
"I've been here for eighty seven days." I repeat, pointing at the wall. I can see him mentally counting the marks on the wall before a look of recognition passes over his face. "Where am I?" I ask, trying my best to keep my voice steady and loud enough for him to hear.
His gaze returns to me, a smile slowly creeping back onto his lips. "A... special holding cell." He replies. "Of course, it's only for the time being. Don't worry, you won't be here permanently."
"And Minho?" I ask. "Where is he?"
Janson's smile grows, his teeth visible for just a moment. He looks at me; studies me once more as he replies, "he's safe. The rest of it is none of your concern. What you should focus on, however, is answering the few questions I have prepared."
"But-"
He cuts me off, raising up his hand just slightly. The guard immediately tightens his grip on his gun, pointing it more firmly at me. I shrink back into the wall, clenching my teeth together to keep myself from saying anything. Janson gives a satisfied smile at my reaction before opening up the folder on his lap.
