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Chapter 11
The gladers start to look at each other in alarm, questioning if they can actually get out of the maze.
“You take this chuck.” Says Minho, handing him the device. “Stay behind us.”
Chuck takes it, looking at it nervously.
Thomas puts a hand on his shoulder, trying to steady him.
Teresa, who’s standing behind the 13-year-old, is tying her hair up. “It's okay. Just stick with me.” she says.
“Once we’re through it'll activate, and the door will open. Alright we stay close, we stick together, we get through this, we get out now.” Thomas says, panting slightly in nervousness.
“Is it just me, or is Thomas really good at those bullshit inspirational speeches?” Brenda whispers to Newt.
The boy laughs, before nodding and leaning over to the girl.
“It's not just you.” he chuckles.
“Or we die trying.” He finishes determinedly.
Thomas nods slightly at Newt, who he had been looking at during his declaration.
Teresa looks at Thomas, her eyes squinting, before widening slightly. She turns away resignedly.
He switches his spear to his other hand, hitting it on the stone floor. “Ready?”
Minho takes a machete out of his pack, other gladers gearing up for the fight.
“Alright. LET'S GO!” Yells Thomas, backing into view of the Griever.
Everyone turns the corner, sprinting with all their might, yelling battle cries at the beast.
The monster stops in its pacing in front of the door, and screams hideously at the group.
“That thing is more ugly than most of the cranks I've seen.” she says offhandedly.
“Most?” asks Chuck worriedly.
“Yeah, some of those fuckers are ugly as shit.” She says laughing.
Chuck swallows, choosing not to ask for more information.
They run down the walkway, the Griever meeting them halfway.
The strongest are at the front, holding spears towards the beast, and ramming them into its body.
The spears barely affect the Griever, which screams again in rage, towering over the boys, who scramble to get up and stab it again.
“Get up, Look out!” Someone yells.
They stab it again, pushing it towards the edge.
“PUSH IT!” Thomas yells. Stabbing it in the face.
One of the other maze kids covers their eyes, they didn't want more nightmares than what they already had from their trials.
The Griever, even more enraged, raises its tail, and swipes it across the group, who duck.
“LOOK OUT!”
Before they can get out, the tip transforms, and grabs a glader.
“NO!”
The Griever throws the glader, who slides off the edge, screaming.
The theater winces, some sending pitting looks towards the boy, who merely grips his hands tighter around himself.
The group, momentarily distracted by the death, barely are able to react when the monster slams its tail down into the pavement in front of Teresa.
She uses her machete, and tries to cut at the metal appendage, screaming in rage.
In her efforts, the tail wacked the device out of Chuck's hands, who yelled in alarm.
“Dammit.” muttered Vince.
The device bounces away from the group, rolling towards the edge.
“THE KEY!” chuck yells, ducking under the flying steel limbs, running for it.
Teresa stands up. “CHUCK! WATCH THE EDGE!” she screams.
Chuck skids to his knees and leans, just grabbing the key before it falls completely off the edge.
Thomas grips the boy by the shoulder tightly, feeling even more protective after he already lost him once.
He balances dangerously, looking down, only to be met with the terrifying face of a Griever, that’s climbing up the side.
“Oh no.” Chuck says.
Teresa runs to his aid, pulling him by his backpack. “Got you Chuck!”
“Pull me up, Pull me up!” He screams.
The theater inhales in unison, worried about the glader they had gotten fond over from watching him in the Glade.
The gladers are gathered together, spears slowly pushing the Griever off the edge.
Just as they do this, Chuck and Teresa make it to their feet as the other monster climbs over.
They turn to the side, and see another Griever coming up from across them.
“You’ve got to be kidding.” says Harriet.
“That's what I thought.” said Minho.
“Come on!” Teresa yells.
The two sprinted ahead, terrified expressions covering their faces.
“They’re coming! Thomas!” screamed Chuck.
The group turned at the scream.
“Chuck!” cracked out Thomas.
Newt glanced at the greenie, who was pulling chuck closer to him very time the on-screen boy screamed.
The galder placed a hand on Thomas’s shoulder, reeling the boy back from his inner turmoil.
The greenie smiled at Newt, and turned by to the screen, relaxing slightly.
The Grievers chased Chuck and Teresa to the group, who raised their spears, trying to hold off the monsters.
The two rushed up to the door, device in hand. As soon as they arrive, the stone rises.
“It works!” laughs Chuck in relief.
Newt smiles slightly. He had always thought of Chuck like a little brother.
They turn back to the group.
Thomas faces them for a second.
“Teresa, go!” he yells, stabbing a Griever in the eye.
Chuck and Teresa run to the exit.
“Back up! Keep pushing!” screams Thomas.
“Stay together'!” yells Newt.
The group slowly backs into the entrance, the two others climbing through the door quickly.
Teresa bangs on a metal door at the end of the room, Chuck next to her. “There’s gotta be a way out! Come on!”
The group continues to hold the Grievers at a distance, until a glader rushes forward, trying to stab one in the head.
The boy stumbles, missing the monster, and is grabbed by a tail and thrown away into the abysse.
Said boy whimpers. The glader sitting next to him holds him close, pulling his gaze away from the horrific showing of his death.
“It wont open!” screams Chuck.
Just as he was saying this, a screen appears on the door. A red map of the maze appears, numbers flashing, before the sections start to spin.
“What the hell?” murmurs Vince.
Teresa runs back to the group.
“Thomas! There’s a code! Eight numbers!”
“Oh.” Vince says.
The glader turns back to the Grievers, fighting next to minho.
“Eight sections of the maze.” he says. “HEY MINHO, WHAT’S THE SEQUENCE?”
“That was quick thinking dude.” compliments frypan.
Thomas nods, and smiles slightly at his friend.
“WHAT?” the korean yells back.
“The sections of the maze! What’s the sequence?!”
“Seven!”
Teresa runs back to the door.
“One!”
“Five!”
“Two!”
“Six!”
“Heads up!” Newt yells, looking up into the empty space in the ceiling.
“Oh shit.” says Chuck. “That's freaking terrifying.”
“Four!”
Above him a Griever is sliding down the cavern, before letting go and falling on Minho.
“MINHO!”
“MINHO” Frypan yells.
Minho is laying underneath the Griever, his spear in between its teeth.
“HELP, ME!” he screams.
Jeff rushes forward, stabbing the tip of his spear into the monster.
Minho rushes back on his hands and feet.
Jeff, trying to pull his spear out of the Griever, is bitten on the legs. He screams in pain.
Winston and Clint try to not look as their friend is taken by the Griever, screaming for his life.
Winston tries to run forward, only to be held back by other gladers. “JEFF!” he screams
The med-jeck is pulled back by the Griever, he screams heard from behind the other monsters.
Gally reaches over, and patts Jeff on the shoulder.
The glader looks at him gratefully.
“Minho! What's the sequence?! Come on!” Chuck yells.
The group is backing into the door, spears held in front of them.
“Uh Six!”
“Four!”
“Eight! Three!”
Teresa puts in the numbers.
“Got it?!” yells Minho.
“Come on!” yells Chuck.
“Keep holding!” screams Thomas.
“I'm surprised those brats were able to hold off the so-called ‘grievers for so long.” taunts Ratman.
(A.N.: Ratman is Janson, for those who haven't read the book.)
The glader’s glared threateningly at him. If Newt's gaze could kill, Janson would be in the lowest pit of hell twice over from the severity.
Teresa taps the middle of the circle, entering the code as Newt's spear is bitten in half.
Behind them, the circle turns green, and the stone doors start to close one by one.
A Griever makes one last lunge at the group, but is stopped by Thomas throwing a spear into its face, causing it to be crushed by the last wall.
“Yeah Thomas!” Cheers Chuck.
The greenie smiles at the 13-year-old sadly, he had missed Chuck ever since they left the Maze.
The gladers are panting, before the opening in front suddenly closes, making a few yell in alarm.
Minho snorts. “You literally jumped at me when the light went out.” he snickered at Thomas.
The greenie’s face blushed slightly, his ears turning pink. “I did not!” he said, trying to sound unbothered.
“You totally did.” whispered Newt.
Thomas looked at him dangerously, daring him to say more.
Newt put his hands up in surrender, much to the amusement of the people watching the interaction.
Thomas turned back to the screen.
The door behind them lets out a squeal of releasing air pressure.
Lights behind the door illuminate the gladers faces, who are huddled together.
Minho looked triumphant as his claim by proven, bumping Thomas on the shoulder in a teasing manner.
The greenie just focused on Chuck, who was looking apprehensive at the screen, knowing what was coming next.
Teresa reaches forward, and pushes the door open, creaking loudly.
Chuck covers his eyes from the onslaught of light.
The girl turns back to the group, before stepping out, the others slowly following.
Thomas steps over the high metal frame, and walks around the thick door into a stone hallway lined with pipes.
A sound echoes from behind. The group turns to see overhead lights turn on one by one in quick succession.
“That's creepy.” said Aris.
Now alight, the hallway looked endless on both sides, no door in sight.
The scene changes to show them walking down the corridor, Thomas at the front, leading the group.
They eventually come to stop in front of a metal door. On the wall next to it, is a green light.
Their gaze raises up, and above the door, is a glowing green exit sign.
“Seriously?” asks Frypan.
The theater laughs.
Gally smirks at frypan, who returns it in full.
Thomas walks closer to the door. He slowly grabs the metal handle, turning it quickly.
The group watches on as he pushes open the door, revealing a hallway littered with dead bodys. Gas pipes are leaking, and a dull alarm comes from above.
“What the hell happened?” asked Jorge.
“You’ll find out.” Says Minho, looking distinctly
They step inside gradually, looking at the blood splattered around the corpses. The lights flicker as Thomas looks into a room. Inside, two body’s are laying on metal operating tables, cloth draped over them, leaking blood.
“Isn't that..?” Begins Aris. “From your memories…” he continues questioningly
Thomas nods.
They pass a man in tactical gear laying on the floor, a gun held loosely by dead fingers.
“What happened here?” someone asks.
Bullet marks cover the glass walls separating the individual rooms.
The group climbs through a broken door, stepping on crushed glass and machinery.
Inside, is a control room. More bodies litter the ground, all of them wearing white lab coats.
The gladers wander around, looking at the different screens.
Newt and Minho approach a monitor displaying video footage of the glade, along with brain scans, measuring the brain waves of the gladers.
“They literally watched you guys suffer. I’m so glad we killed those bastards.” Brenda said.
The previously dead galders look up in surprise.
“Killed them?” asks Chuck.
“Yeah… You’ll find out at some point. I promise.” Minho says.
“So they were watchin’ us.” Newt says, leaning on the counter.
Thomas is taking off his leather pack as he gazes at something, before he walks forward.
“This whole time.” Newt continues.
Thomas comes to a stop, just as Teresa walks around the other side of the room, pausing in front of something.
The view turns to show that they were standing by the same stations they had worked at before.
“Oh. This was where you worked.” said Chuck.
“Yeah.” Said Thomas sourly, he hated that place, so many deaths happened because he was in that very control room.
Thomas looks up at Teresa, an indecipherable look on his face.
The boy touches the tip of his finger on a flashing red circle. Not even a second later, the big screen displayed at the main desk glitches on.
“So that’s how it turned on,” said Winston.
The woman from Thomas's memory appears, she’s sitting in a glass office, her white outfit, and blonde hair perfect, not a hair out of place.
“Hello. My name is Doctor Ava Paige. I’m director of operations of the World Catastrophe Killzone Department.”
“Wicked.” Said Newt hatefully. Because of these klunks, he had to make one of the most painful decisions in his life. He only hoped Thomas was happy now. And, from what he’s heard, They’re safe away from Wicked, so at least that worked out.
The gladers turn to the screen from around the room.
“If you're watching this, that means you’ve successfully completed the Maze Trials.”
Gally scoffs. “Bitch.” he mutters. These people ruined his life, and made him go crazy for a little while.
The group gathers at the screen, watching it warily.
“I wish I could be there in person to congratulate you…”
“I don't think this calls for celebration.” says Minho angrily. Many glader died in their efforts to escape.
An alarm blares in the background. The doctors seen outside the glass start to evacuate. Dr.Paige is unaffected.
“But circumstances seem to have prevented it. I'm sure by now, you must all be very confused, angry, frightened.”
The gladers look at Dr. Paige in varying states of the very things she just described.
“I can only assure you, that everything that's happened to you, everything we’ve done to you, it was all done for a reason. You won't remember, but the sun has scorched our world.”
“What?” asks Jeff.
The screen displays the sun rising, fires engulfing houses, cars, and families.
“So we would escape one hell, only to be thrown into another?” someone asked.
Minho nodded, looking similarly pissed off.
“Billions of lives, lost to fire, famine. Suffering on global scale. The fallout was unimaginable.”
Dead bodies are clumped together on screen, covered in mud.
Thomas looks down.
“What came after was worse.”
He raises his gaze at the claim.
“We called it the flare.”
Images of the virus are shown, before changing to tools picking a human brain blackening on the inside.
Brenda winces, she was so close to becoming like that if Thomas hadn’t been there.
Teresa merely looked depressed. She had been thinking about her mother, and how she had been infected by the virus.
“A deadly virus that attacks the brain.”
Thomas looks shocked as the video continues to play.
“It is violent. Unpredictable.”
A video of some infected shows up on the screen. Their veins are blackened, while they thrash and scream as doctors try to hold them steady, injecting a fluid that halts the infectee, before it settles.
“Incurable.”
Dr. Paige looked at Thomas wondrously. This boy was a miracle, millions of children to combat the virus, and he turned out to be the real cure.
“Or so we thought.”
Dr paige appears once again on screen.
“In time a new generation emerged that could survive the virus. Suddenly, there was a reason to hope for a cure. But finding it would not be easy. The young would have to be tested.”
Chuck shuffles, and looks at another glader, worried on his face.
“Even sacrificed, inside harsh environments. Where their brain activity could be studied.”
“Where they could also die.” says Mary angrily. “And many did, all because you wanted to be safe in your white penthouse, above all the suffering people trapped outside the city.”
Janson nodded viciously, while Dr. Paige looked at the children inside the theater, seeing their youthful faces contorted with anger.
Thomas looks at Teresa, who looks down.
“All in an effort to understand what makes them different. What makes you different. You may not realize it, but you're very important. Unfortunately your trials have just begun. As you no doubt soon discover, not everyone agrees without method.”
“I wonder why? Oh, maybe it's the permanent emotional scarring you keav on these kids. Or maybe it's the fact that you use them for inhuman experiments for your own benefit.” Says Brenda angrily.
Newt puts a hand on her shoulder, calming her down.
Behind Dr. Paige, scientists are being shot from off camera.
“Progress is slow. People are scared. It may be too late for us, for me.”
In the background, people in army-like outfits invade with machine guns, shooting everyone in sight.
“But not for you.”
Thomas looks at the feed, shocked. Standing just behind him, Minho glaces at the greenie, before paying attention to doctor Paige.
“The outside world awaits. Remember…”
Gunmen are shooting at the glass surrounding her.
Dr. Paige raises a revolver to her temple.
“Wicked is good.”
Thomas shakes his head slightly, horrified.
Dr paige inhales, before the scene shows the gladers from behind, flinching back as a gunshot goes off.
“Good riddance.” said Jeff, not seeing the looks directed at him from the gladers who escaped.
Thomas turns away from the screen. In his light of sight, he suddenly looks to see the same woman laying just a couple feet away, dead.
He pushes past Chuck and Newt, who looks concerned, before realizing what the greenie was staring at.
The glader follows behind him as he slowly approaches the body, but before they could get any closer, an alarm goes off at their right.
In front of them, a yellow door opens to a dark hallway, light visible through a crack in the middle.
Chuck turns to Thomas, before looking back at the corridor.
“Is it over?” he asks.
Thomas, still staring shocked at the new way out, didn't answer.
“She said we were important.” Newt says. “Then what are we supposed to do now?” he finishes.
Thomas shakes his head slightly, his breath increasing. He turns his head, before shakily responding. “I-i don't know.”
He licks his lip, looking back at the exit.
“But let's get outta here.”
Alby smiles. At least they got out in one piece.
They're about to walk forward, before being interrupted.
“No.” says a voice.
“What? Who’s there?” asks someone.
They turn, and Gally is standing there, a gun in his right hand, a device from a griever in his left.
“Gally?!” the theater says in unison.
The glader winces. He looked at Chuck, who just patted him on the shoulder, a look of understanding on the young boy’s face.
Thomas pushes through.
“Gally?”
He is about to go to him, when Teresa puts a hand on his chest.
“Don't. He’s been stung.” she says. Gally has blue veins crawling up his neck, his arms slightly shaking.
“You were stung?” asks Alby.
“Yeah. I was.” Gally answers, looking exhausted by just watching this scene.
Gally stands there, clearly trying to hold in a sob. The grip of his gun tightening. He breathes in shakily, before shaking his head.
“We can't leave.” he says.
“What does he mean?” asked someone.
The view shows the gun shaking in the gladers hand and Thomas raises his hands up slightly.
“We did. Gally, we’re out. We're free.” Thomas says, trying to calm down the boy.
Gally inhales. “Free?” he motions around him, barely holding in tears.
Gally closed his eyes, he’s had nightmares about this night since it happened. The emotions he experienced during this were ones that had imprinted on him.
“You think we're free out there?”
Chuck looks at Thomas warily.
“No.” Gally continues. “No. There’s no escape from this place.”
Gally raises the gun toward Thomas.
“What are you doing!?” asked Jeff.
Gally just leaned his head down, trying to not think about Chuck.
The gladers shift around Thomas protectively, who holds his hands higher.
Thomas breathes heavily. “G-gally listen to me. You're not thinking straight.”
Minho reaches to grab the spear next to him.
“You’re not. And we can help you. Just put down the gun.”
Gally doesn't waver. “I belong to the Maze.”
Janson chuckles darkley.
Chuck, hearing the laughter quickly shot out of his seat, grabbing a rock from one of his pockets. He grabbed it, and threw it venomously at the man.
Ratman looked up for a second, only to see something flying towards him, before a blinding pain took over his head, making it fly backwards, dizzying him. Warm liquid dripped down his forehead as he looked up again.
The glader looked at chuck surprised, completely frozen at what the boy did.
Frypan jumps up, and highfives chuck. “I've wanted to do that for years man!” he yells, laughing.
The theater bursts out laughing, much to the anger of Janson, who was holding his forehead.
“Brat!” Janson reaches for his gun, but remembers that he hasn't had it since this stupid viewing started.
He stood up, ready to kill the boy with his bare hands, when Thomas and Newt stood up, making a wall in between Ratman and Chuck.
“Unless you want to have more blood to go with that cut, than you better sit back down. Now .” Said Thomas dangerously.
The gladers watch, amazed at the aura that Thomas and Newt were exuding.
Janson was about to smack the brat, when Dr. Paige interrupted.
“Janson. Sit down.” she said, not even looking at him.
The man, extremely pissed off, reluctantly sat down, glaring at Thomas.
Chuck looks at Thomas worriedly.
“Just put down the gun.”
Nervousness filled the theater, primary near the gladers. They had never even seen Gally cry before, much less go through a breakdown like this.
“We all do.” Gally sobs. His finger closes on the trigger.
“No!” said Alby.
“GALLY!” Thomas yells.
“NO!” Chuck screams jumping in front of the greenie.
Minho throws the spear, landing it directly in Gally’s heart. The glader gasps for air, falling to his knees.
The gladers gasp.
Newt watches warily.
The glader falls onto his side, his eyes going numb, before he stops shifting.
Chuck blinks quickly, inhaling shaikly.
“Thomas.”
The glader looks at him. A red stain starts to grow on Chuck's shirt, a small hole above his chest.
“No! What is happening? Chuck got shot?” asked Jeff in surprise.
“Chuck!” Thomas whispers. He catches the boy as he falls, putting pressure on the wound.
Thomas holds the young boy's head.
“Chuck!”
He tears the boy's shirt away slightly.
“Shit. Shit.”
“Look at me, look at me, look at me.” Thomas says, Chucks breathing increasing.
“Ah Shit. Chuck look at me alright?”
The gladers start to tear up. Chuck was the youngest kid in their midst. They treated him like a little brother, and now, he’s been shot.
Teresa is gapping at the scene. The gladers hovering above. One shakes his head slightly.
“I need you to just hang on. Shit shit shit.”
Chuck grabs Thomas by the arm. He holds up the wooden figure, breathing labored.
“No, no. Chuck, you're gonna give it to them yourself. Remember I told you that?” Thomas is starting to cry, his eyes overflowing slightly.
“Take it.” whispers chuck.
The gladers are crying, surrounding the dying boy.
“Thank you.” he says, putting the carving in Thomas’s hand.
“Thank you.”
“No… please.” whispered someone.
“No Chuck your gonna-”
The boy stills, he breaths pausing, before letting out an exhale.
Everyone’s tears are overflowing, drenching their cheeks. Even Gally is letting a few fall, watching the life drain out of Chuck's body for a second time.
Chuck is sitting uncomfortably as Thomas starts shaking, trying to keep himself from breaking down. The greenie just pulls Chuck in close, not letting go of him, fearing that the boy would be taken from him again.
“Chuck?” whispers Thomas. He inhales shakily, gabbing the boy by his shoulder. “Chuck?!”
The greenie shakes him. “Hey!”
The boy doesn't move.
“Hey Chuck come on!”
The boy hugs the greenie tighter, watching as Thomas is torn apart by his death. Thomas makes no move to let go, and Newt rests a hand on his shoulder, trying to sooth the glader.
“It's okay. Chuck is here now. I’ll make sure that he stays with us this time.” Newt says to Thomas.
“Thanks Newt.” Chuck says in place of the greenie, who is obviously still having flashbacks from that day.
Chuck's eyes are open, but no life is seen through the brown color.
“Come on! Wake up!” Thomas sobs. He puts his forehead against the boy's chest.
The viewers watch with a sort of horrified surprise. They had never seen Thomas this emotional before. Which only showed how precious this boy was to the greenie.
Teresa cries quietly behind them, and Newt covers his face, trying to hold back tears.
“Dammit! We made it come on!” sobs Thomas.
Minho closes his eyes, his face stony.
“AH DAMMIT!” Thomas yells.
Suddenly, the door down the hallway opens up, light flooding into the room.
“What?..” Starts someone, before stopping. It wasn't really the right time for questions.
Figures are seen jogging through the door as Thomas's cries of anguish echo.
The gladers look back, before quickly turning back towards the greenie.
“Thomas..” whispers Teresa mournfully. The sound in the room dulles.
The armed men run in, herding the group outside.
“Lets go!” “Come on!”
The screen shows Thomas shaking Chuck by the shoulders, screaming for him to wake up as the gladers are pulled away from behind him.
Thomas has turned back to the screen, a stoney expression keeping his emotions in check.
The men push the kids roughley, grabbing them by the arms.
One guy tries to pull Thomas away, only to be hit. The greenie scrambles forward to get back to Chuck.
Two other men drag Thomas by the arms as he screams and flails in their grip, trying to bring the 13-year-old with him.
Chuck watches horrified as the men try to take Thomas away, leaving his body there.
Gally is shown, barely breathing, gazing numbly at Chuck's dead body, Thomas’s yells echoing in the background.
“You were still alive?” asks Alby.
“Yeah.” Gally says gravelly.
Thomas is being pulled through the door, sobbing roughly.
“You can't just leave him there!” he screams.
Teresa is crying again. She had truly mourned Chuck after he died, and seeing Thomas’s reaction just made her feel worse about what she did to Minho.
The camera shows the control room, bodies strewn around the room.
Thomas is dragged by his arms towards the bright doorway, before showing the gladers running through sand outside.
They haul the greenie out into the blinding sunlight, his face scrunching up in pain, before looking around confusedly.
“How did they know you were there?” someone asks.
“You’ll find out eventually.” said Minho sourly.
He was sent confused looks by the gladers who didn’t escape. Why did he look so angry? He had just gotten saved from that hell hole.
He turned back, falling to the ground. The men grab him quickly, pulling him up as he runs towards a helicopter.
Thomas stumbled up to the transport, the men ushering him in quickly, setting him onto the floor with the rest of the group.
The rotors start, and the helicopter door is closed.
Inside, a man takes off a cloth face mask. “You guys alright?” he asks.
They look at him warily, Thomas and Newt sharing suspicious glances.
“Don't worry,” he says. “You’re safe now.”
Newt snorts. “Yeah right.” he says.
Some send him confused looks.
Teresa gazes through the window, before looking at the man, who seems to be getting comfortable.
The helicopter takes off flying away from a stone structure.
Newt looks out the window, the other gladers following suit. Teresa gasps slightly.
The man looks amused, turning to glance at it.
From above, they can see the Maze in its eternity. The glade in the middle, before stone walls intermingle, creating a horrid sort of puzzle, made for only those looking for extreme confusion.
The glader who didn't make it to the helicopter watch in a sort of crude fascination. So that was what they were trapped in for 3 years.
Newt looks away, and Teresa sits roughly back onto the floor.
“Relax kid.” Thomas looks at the man. “Everything’s gonna change.” he says.
“That's a nice way of putting it.” mutters Frypan angrily.
The scene shows a woman walking around a table, her heel clicking on the floor noisily.
They round the corner, and we see that it is Dr. Paige, who is wiping fake blood off the side of her head.
“She's not dead!?” asked Jeff.
“No. That bitch made us think that she died to give us a false sense of safety.” Said Minho, looking pissed off.
Dr. Paige didn’t show any sort of reaction towards the insult, continuing to watch the screen.
“False?..” muttered Chuck worriedly.
“Well. I think it's safe to say the Maze trials were a complete success.” she says, taking off her white jacket, the assistant behind her grabbing it.
Minho is shown sitting numbly inside the helicopter.
“I wasn’t expecting so many survivors, but,” Dr. Paige continues in the background.
Mary inhales angrily at Dr. Paige's complete nonchalance at the death of innocent children.
The camera shows the gladers, looking worn out.
“The more the merrier.”
Newt glances back at the greenie, who sits wearily, a grieving look on his face.
“Thomas, continues to surprise and impress.”
The glader shifts in his seat uncomfortably. He hated the fact that Paige was so focused on him.
Said boy looks at a wooden carving held between his shaking hands, the light wood stained with red blood.
Chuck smiles sadly. He’s glad Thomas tried to keep his promise.
“And for now, they seem to have taken the bait.” She says.
“I want to murder that woman.” said Harriet.
“Already got it handled.” said Gally. Some questioning looks are sent his way.
“I didn’t kill her, it's just that she did get killed at some point.” he explained.
Dr. Paige glares slightly at Janson, who doesn't move.
Thomas grips the carving tightly, looking away from the one thing left of Chuck, tears slipping down his cheeks.
Newt massages the greenie's shoulder.
“It's too soon to say, but, they could be the key to everything.”
“Who knew that she would be right in the end.” whisper Teresa.
The greenie exhales shaikly, closing his eyes.
Dr. Paige appears again. “So let's move forward. It is time now to begin phase 2.” she says smiling.
“Phase 2?” asks Chuck.
Thomas just shakes his head.
The helicopter is shown flying towards a destroyed city, buildings on the verge of collapse. The screen turns black.
White letters appear on screen.
The end.. For now.
“For now?”
Silence rings through the theater.
“So that was uh… enlightening.” Said Jorge.
“No shit.” said Harriet.
Thomas sat quietly while others discussed what happened during the movie. He was debating every single thing he could have done to save the lives of the gladers.Watching this just fueled his twisted perspective of what he should have done. He could have saved Alby, Chuck, Jeff,…Newt… and many more if he could just keep his shit in line.
Newt looked at Thomas, who was picking at his fingernails, and looked to be deep on thought. The glader reached over, and touched Thomas on the shoulder.
Thomas was suddenly brought out of his spiraling thoughts by a warm hand on his shoulder. He looked to see Newt next to him, a knowing look on his face.
“Newt…” he started, an indecipherable shine in his eyes.
“No thomas. It's okay. I know what you’re thinking. And it's okay . I know you did your best. And that's what matta’s.”
Thomas nodded slowly, processing Newt's words.
Chuck, who watched the interaction, patted Thomas on the arm, smiling at him reassuringly.
Thomas smiled slightly back.
“It was weird to watch all of that, but at least this ones over.” Chuck says.
“I guess so.” Thomas responds shortly, slowly starting to dread watching beyond this point.
The theater quieted down, their separate discussions stopping.
“Is there more?” someone asked.
“Of course there's more, the screen said that it would show how Wicked was taken down.” their friend responded.
Janson growled in his seat.
“Hey, why don’t we just move on?” suggested Clint.
At his words, more text appeared on the screen.
Next, you all will be watching a film called Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials, where you will see what happens after Thomas and the rest of the gladers after they escape the maze.
“Okay…” said Jeff. “Let's get to it.”
The End.