the-maze-runner

Shouldn't someone give a pep talk," Minho asked, pulling Thomas's attention away from Alby."Go ahead," Newt replied.Minho nodded and faced the crowd. "Be careful," he said dryly, "Don't die."Thomas would have laughed if he could, but he was too scared for it to come out."Great. We're all bloody inspired," Newt answered then pointed over his shoulder toward the Maze, "You all know the plan. After two years of being treated like mice, tonight we're making a stand. Tonight we're taking the fight back to the Creators, no matter what we have to go through to get there. Tonight the Grievers better be scared.

It__ your incalculable ability to trust others that has always touched me. And I__ sorry to have taken advantage of it so many times_ - Dr. Paige

Newt...""Do it before I become one of them!""I...""KILL ME!" And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened."Please, Tommy. Please."With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

A small hole in his shirt revealed a gooey red blob right in the meaty part above his armpit, blood pouring from the wound. It hurt. It hurt bad. If he__ thought his headache downstairs had been tough, this was like three or four of those, all smashed into a coil of pain right there in his shoulder. And spreading through the rest of his body.Newt was at his side, looking down with worried eyes.__e shot me._ It just came out, a new number one on the list of the dumbest things he__ ever said. The pain, like living metal staples running through his insides, pricking and scratching with their little sharp points. He felt his mind going dark for the second time that day.

You are the shuckiest shuck faced shuck in the world!

We can__ try to outguess them anymore. Sometimes they do things just to make me do the opposite of what they think I think they think I want to do.___uh?_ the three of them asked at the same time, confusion transforming their faces.

Thomas remembered the image of the Cranks at the windows back at the dorm. Like living nightmares, missing only a death certificate to make them official zombies.

Brenda frowned, then focused on Thomas. __ou__e__e__e__oing the right thing.___ don__ think there is a right or wrong anymore,_ Thomas said, hearing the numbness in his own voice. He desperately wanted sleep. __nly horrible and not-quite-so-horrible.

Thomas felt his spirits lift, but immediately squashed them back down. Getting his hopes up was something he__ sworn never to do again. Not until all this was over.

You're Subject A-two," Newt answered. Then he lowered his eyes"And?" Thomas pushed.Newt hesitated, then answered without looking at him. "It doesn't call you anything. It just says . . . 'To be killed by Group B.

Memories had come back to Thomas on several occasions. The Changing, the dreams he__ had since, fleeting glimpses here and there, like quick lightning strikes in his mind. And right now, listening to the white-suited man talk, it felt as if he were standing on a cliff and all the answers were just about to float up from the depths for him to see in their entirety. The urge to grasp those answers was almost too strong to keep at bay.But he was still wary. He knew he__ been a part of it all, had helped design the Maze, had taken over after the original Creators died and kept the program going with new recruits. __ remember enough to be ashamed of myself,_ he admitted. __ut living through this kind of abuse is a lot different than planning it. It__ just not right.

I'm so sorry," he whispered to her, knowing she couldn't hear. I'm so sorry." Her mouth moved, working to speak, and he leaned in to make out what she was trying to say. "Me ... too," she whispered. "I only ever ... cared for...

A twisted, pale figure writhing in agony, chest bare and hideous. Tight, rigid cords of sickly green veins webbed across the boy__ body and limbs, like ropes under his skin. Purplish bruises covered the kid, red hives, bloody scratches. His bloodshot eyes bulged, darting back and forth.