Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Waking up from the Fog

Thomas was still sleepy and dizzy.The dreams he had, the memories of his childhood, made him so foggy that he could hardly understand what the man said. "Go away!" Newt replied.He got out of bed, clenched his fists, and glared at Jansen. Thomas had never seen such anger in his friend's eyes, and then the full meaning of the Ratman's words jolted Thomas out of the fog. He swung his legs and stood on the floor. "You said we didn't have to be that way." "I'm afraid we don't have that many options," Jenson replied. "The time for lies is over. It's useless if you three don't remember anything. Sorry, we have to. After all, Newt, in Of so many people, you'll get the most benefit from treatment."

"I don't care about myself anymore," Newt howled under his breath. Thomas was seized by intuition that this was the moment he'd been waiting for, the final straw. Thomas looked at Jenson carefully, the man's face softened, and he breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he sensed that the danger in the room was getting bigger and bigger, and he was trying to calm down the atmosphere. "Hey, Newt, Minho, Thomas, I understand what you're thinking. You've been through some terrible things, but the worst is over. We can't change the past, and we can't undo what happened to you and your It’s about your friend, but isn’t it a waste if you don’t complete the blueprint right now?”

"Can't take it back?" Newt yelled. "Is that what you're talking about?" "You watch out for me," a guard warns, aiming the transmitter at Newt's chest. The room fell silent. Thomas had never seen Newt like this before.He was so furious, so unwilling to appear calm. Jenson continued: "We are running out of time. Either we go or repeat yesterday's scene. My guards will do what they say, I promise you." Minho jumped off the bed above Newt. "He's right," he said solemnly, "if we could save you, Newt, we'd all be idiots if we stayed in this house for a second longer." Minho glanced at Thomas, saying He nodded at the door, "Come on, let's go." He walked past the Ratman and the guards, and entered the corridor without looking back.

Jansen raised an eyebrow at Thomas, who tried to hide his surprise.It was really strange for Minho to talk like that, he must have some plan, pretending to obey might buy them time. Thomas turned his back on the guards and the Ratman, and gave Newt a quick wink that only Newt could see. "Let's just listen to what they want us to do," he tried to say lightly and sincerely, but it was the hardest thing he'd ever done. "I was doing things for these people before I came to the Maze. I Can't be all wrong, right?" "Come on." Newt rolled his eyes, but headed for the door anyway, and Thomas snickered at his little victory.

"You'll all be heroes when this is over," Jenson said as Thomas followed Newt out the door. "Oh, shut up!" Thomas responded. Once again Thomas and the friends followed the Rat Man through the maze of corridors, Jenson recounting the journey as they walked, as if he were a tour guide.The facilities have no windows, he explained, because of the inclement weather outside and the onslaught of infected people outside.He also mentioned the storm when the Gladers were brought out of the maze that night, and how the lunatics broke through the perimeter and watched them get into the car.

Thomas remembered that night so clearly, he could even feel the jolt as the tires rolled over the body of the woman who approached him before getting into the car, and the driver didn't even want to slow down.He couldn't believe it was weeks ago, it seemed like years. "I really hope you can shut up." Newt finally said something.The Rat Man did as expected, but with a smile on his face. When they reached the place where they had been yesterday, the Rat Man stopped, turned to them and said, "I hope you will all cooperate well today, that's what I expect." "Where's everyone else?" Thomas asked.

"The other subjects are recovering..." Before he could finish, Newt pounced, grabbed the Rat Man by the lapel of his white suit, and slammed him against the nearest door. "If you call them subjects again, I'll break your neck." The two guards immediately pounced on Newt, who pulled him away from Jenson and threw him to the ground, aiming the launcher at his face. "Wait!" Jenson screamed, "Wait." He struggled to his feet, straightening his crumpled shirt and jacket, "Don't hurt him, this is over." Newt stood up slowly, raising his hands. "Don't call us subjects, we are not some guinea pigs looking for cheese. Also, tell your dog friends to calm down, I didn't mean to hurt you, I didn't mean to hurt you." His eyes fell on Thomas, and Thomas looked suspicious.

WICKED is good. For no reason, these words suddenly appeared in Thomas' mind.It was as if his old self - the one who believed that WICKED's goals were worth all the depraved actions - was trying to convince him it was real, telling him that no matter how horrible it looked, they had to do whatever it took to find a cure The way of the Flare. But now the situation has changed, he can't understand who he was before, how could he think all this was okay before.He's changed forever...but he'll have to show them the old Thomas one last time. "Newt, Minho," he said calmly, before the Ratman could speak again, "I think he's right. I think it's time to do what we should do, and we all agreed on that last night. "

Minho suddenly laughed nervously, and Newt's hands clenched into fists. Either now or never.