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So in this story, the map is only half finished until Thomas came. It will only get completed because of Nicole.
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"Its the map." Minho whispered. "And its on your back. How the hell did it get there?" "I'm not sure, all I remember is that I helped make it and got it tattooed on my back. I don't even remember how I got here." "We have to tell the others." I nodded my head then put my shirt back on. "What if they blame me for all this? I mean, it is partly my fault but...I came here to help you guys." "That's not important anymore. Let's go."
Minho pulled my hand with much force, causing me to stand up and wobble on shaky legs. I still felt weak, and he didn't seem to give a damn about that. I fell to the floor, hitting my knee on the hard ground. "Sorry, I don't feel that good." I groaned. Minho looked panic as he helped me up and sat me back down on the bed. "Are you okay? Shuck, I'm sorry." I nodded and gulped like three times. I wonder if Minho looks at me differently, now that he knows I take part of the blame for the hell they are going through.
Silence filled the room, and it wasn't the comfortable one Minho and I sometimes had. It's unsettling, uncomfortable, awkward.
"Minho?" "What?" "Do you...hate me now?" He looked up to meet my gaze, and pain flashed through his eyes. "Honestly? I don't know anymore." He got up from his chair and walked to the door. "I'll see you later."
Ouch.
After a few minutes, Clint came to check up on me. "Just get some rest. You'll be fine." "Clint, I was supposed to go crazy, right? With the Griever sting and all." "Minho found a syringe in your stuff, we thought there was nothing to lose anyway and just injected it in your blood. And here you are now, safe and sound." I'm so lucky I didn't use that earlier.
A knock came from the door, then Newt's face peeked through the small opening. "Can I talk to her?" He gestured to me. Clint excused himself from the room, then Newt sat himself beside me. He gave me a sincere smile, one that I haven't recieved for so long. "Nicole, Minho told me you wanted to talk." "Oh, uh, you see," Holy shit, I'm so nervous. "I have the map of the whole maze tattooed on my back and I am one of those who helped design the maze. Newt, I'm so sorry for putting you all into this, I really am. I came back in the maze to help you guys get out and--" "You had the bloody maze the entire time?" Newt asked, cutting off my senseless rambling. "I just remembered, I mean, I never really see my back. And nobody here has saw me, you know, naked."
"Do you mind if I take a look?" I shook my head and slowly removed my shirt, facing away from him. It took him a fee seconds before saying anything. "We're gonna get out of here." He happily said. "Thank you, Nicole." He pulled me into a hug then ruffled my hair.
"Newt, I wanna meet Thomas." "Sure, let's go?" He helped me walk, but compared to awhile ago, I'm stronger now.
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"Thomas." He said with a small smile. "Nicole." I wonder if he remembers me. "Do you remember anything?" "No, just my name." I nodded in response before setting off to find Minho. If the kid doesn't remember anything then there's no sense in letting hin know about the map.
Suddenly, the alarm rang signalling the coming of The Box. "What the? Its too early again!" Some guy exclaimed. This has been happening a lot lately.
As the box settled, Newt opened the cover, and inside is a girl with black hair, I think she's dead.
Teresa....Why are they here?
Newt jumped in and looked up to us. "Its a girl." A few boys smirked. Perverts. He bent down and took something hanging from her hand. A piece of crumpled paper. "What does it say?" I asked. "She's the last one." He said. And as if that didn't do the job, he added. "Ever." This evoked a reaction from everyone, some were panicked, some were scared, some were angry. But all of us were confused. What's gonna happen now?
I felt a hand pull gently at my wrist, I looked up and saw Minho. "Come on, shuckface." "Where?" "Let's draw that map." He started walking, not letting go of my hand. When we reached the map room, he grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil. He really didn't wanna waste any time. "Remove your shirt." He ordered nonchalantly. I've been stripping for a lot of people lately. I took it off without another word, and he started to copy everything.
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