Aversion (The Maze Runner, Newt / Sequel to Violation)

9; Lighting Strike

"But he doesn't even seem to be able to hear us, much less have a long talk," Wendy sighed, but Minho merely huffed.

"Keep trying," he told her, "You're officially our foreign ambassador, Wendy. Get the dude to open up and tell us about the good ol' days."

Wendy turned around and looked up at him, "I'm going to kick your dick if you don't shut it with your lame ass responses."

The boy looked slightly horrified before his expression changed into a smirk, "Are you sure that's all you want to do with it?"

Wendy could hear everyone in the group let out laughs and sounds of surprise from his response. But the best reaction by far had to be when Newt punched Minho in the shoulder.

"Shove off," he grumbled lowly as Minho happily crossed his arms and winked.

The wind continued to get louder and stronger as Wendy tried speaking to the old man again, "We really need your help!" She yelled over the wind, "We need to know if it's safe to go into the city; we can help you get there too if you tell us."

At first, she barley noticed it, but when his dark eyes shifted to hers, his hands moved as well.

"We won't hurt you," she exclaimed when the man parted his lips and coughed. "My names Wendy, none of us are going to force you to—"

The man's left hand shot out from beneath the blankets wrapped around him before grabbing her wrist. Wendy let out a shriek of shock and immediately tried to set her arm free. She was quite surprised by his strength seeing as though she couldn't even budge against the man's grip.

Wendy felt Newt bend down by her side, noticing the aggression in the man's eyes as he spoke. But she couldn't hear a word he said because of the wind.

"Say that again!" She called out, not resisting his tight grip anymore. Leaning in closer, Wendy grasped a few of the words that had left his mouth.

"Storm coming...Full of terror....brings out...stay away...bad people."

The man shot up into a sitting position suddenly, eyes full white as he cried out, "Storm! Storm! Storm!"

When he released Wendy's arm, she stood up and stumbled back into Newt. The air was whirling with dust as the wind screamed in their ears. She couldn't hear a single thing that any of the gladers were saying. The only thing that signified that they needed to leave was the frantic wave of Minho's arms.

They packed together soon, leaving the repetitive man lying on the floor. He looked absolutely insane; Wendy took back what she had said before. He most likely was a crank.

It was soon settled where they were going when Minho yelled about trying to get to the nearest building, which so happened to be almost an hour long away from their current position. Wendy could tell that what they were about to endure was going to be far worse than anything they had encountered before. Their sheets had been whipped into the wind and their clothes were practically ripping from the strong air that blew past them, but that was going to be nothing compared to what they'd look like after.

The man was right, the storm was going to be dangerous.

Soon enough, they were running. Wendy had noticed that not only had they untied Isabella's legs so she could join the flee, but that her hand-ties were undone as well. She was completely free besides the scarf that tied her back pack and Frypan's together.