''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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It wasn't real. Any of it. I wake up strapped to a chair, wires stuck all around my body. I'm screaming and crying and thrashing around in the chair, but I'm not in a glass cage anymore. I wasn't drowned in blood. I'm not dead.
A doctor clutches onto my arm, squeezing my skin tightly in his hand. I try my best to jerk my arm out of his grip, but between the restraints around my upper arms and legs and the cuffs around my wrists, he's able to easily gain control. I feel something pinch my arm as he injects an unknown substance into my bloodstream.
Almost immediately after he lets go, I feel myself beginning to calm down. I become too tired to thrash around in the chair. My throat is too raw to scream. The room goes quiet as the doctors surrounding observe my reaction to whatever drug they injected into me.
I look down at my skin. Except for the sweat drenching every inch of my body, I'm still mostly clean. My wrists are dripping blood once again from earlier, but other than that, there's no blood anywhere else. My skin has been washed clean of everyone's blood but my own, and yet I swear I can still see their blood staining and dripping down my hands. I swear it's still there, invisible to everyone else's eyes but my own.
My eyes begin to grow heavy; too heavy to keep open. I let them close. Maybe I'll just sleep for awhile. Sleep would be better than being in the reality I've been forced to live in.
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"I don't think this is a good idea." I say, my voice shaking as much as my body. "They already took my friends away from me. What if-"
"They won't, Venus. We have to do this, okay? For them." The boy replies, a radio on the floor in front of him. He's sitting in front of it, adjusting the antenna as static fills the silence between the two of us.
I fiddle with my lab coat, fighting the urge to reach up to touch a necklace that I know isn't there anymore. I gave it to him before they took him from me. Something for him to remember me by. Something for him to hold on to.
"This is a really bad idea, Thomas. She's gonna find out. She always does. She'll find out and she'll separate us just like she did to me with my friends." I pause as he continues to fiddle with the antenna, barely even paying attention to me. "Please just stop for more than two seconds and think about what you're doing!"
"You know better than anyone else that I can't think about hardly anything for more than two seconds." He replies, though his mind and gaze are still fixed on the radio in front of him.
I can feel frustration bubbling up inside of me. I can't just sit back and watch him carry out this plan. Not without trying to talk some more sense into him. I snatch the radio off of the floor and shoot to my feet.
"Give that back!" Thomas shouts, storming over to me. I hide the radio behind my back, backing up against the door to his room. "Come on, Venus! The cameras are only disabled for a few more minutes!"
