Chapter 51 Chapter 51: A Green Door

Thomas had finished speaking, and there was nothing more to say to either of them.But he would definitely not passively accept it without resistance, and he was determined to hold his breath and wait for the best opportunity. Ares kept pointing the knife at him, while Teresa walked towards the huge green glowing rectangle of glass, and Thomas couldn't deny that he was very curious about that door. She walked to a place where the light revealed the outline of her whole body.The edges of her silhouette appear blurred, as if she is melting.She walked through the cave until she was completely out of range of the ray of light, then reached out and groped the stone wall, and began to tap with her fingers on what should be some kind of keyboard or something, which couldn't be seen from Thomas' angle. see.

She finished tapping and walked back towards him. "Let's see if this actually works," Ares said. "Yes." Teresa replied. There was a loud bang, followed by a piercing hiss, and Thomas watched as the right edge of the pane of glass began to swing outward like a door.When it opened, wisps of thin white mist swirled out of the widening gap, but evaporated almost immediately.It's like a long-abandoned refrigerator is releasing its cool air into the hot nights.Darkness lurks within it, even as the rectangle of glass continues to emit a strange green glow. So that door wasn't a window at all, Thomas thought.Just a green door.I hope that what awaits him in the near future is not poisonous gas.He prayed in his heart.

At last the door stopped, slamming into the jagged rock wall with a cold piercing scream.Where that door used to be is now a black pit - a situation where there isn't enough light to illuminate the interior.The fog had stopped completely, too, and Thomas felt an abyss of anxiety unfolding beneath his feet. "Do you have a flashlight?" Ares asked. Teresa lowered her spear to the ground, then opened her knapsack and rummaged through its contents.A moment later she took out a flashlight and turned it on. Ares nodded back towards the opening. "Go and take a look, I'm watching him. Don't act rashly, Thomas, I'm pretty sure what they're planning to do to you is a lot easier than getting stabbed to death."

Thomas didn't answer, sticking to his morbid vow to be silent from now on.He considered the knife, and whether he could wrest it from Ares. Teresa was already at the open rectangular opening; she shone in with her flashlight.Shooting from top to bottom, left to right.As she did so, the light from the flashlight pierced a good deal of the mist, but the dissipating mist was thin enough to allow a good view inside. It was a small room, only a few feet deep.The walls of the room appeared to be made of some sort of silvery metal, and the surface of the walls was fragmented by small protrusions, perhaps a foot high, each ending in a black hole.Those little knobs or nozzles, spaced about five inches apart, form a square grid on the wall.

Teresa turned to Ares, turning off her flashlight. "It looks right," she said. Ares turned to look at Thomas, who was observing the strange room so intently that he missed another good opportunity to act. "Exactly as they said." "So... I guess this is it?" Teresa asked. Ares nodded, then switched his knife to his other hand, gripping it even tighter. "Here it is, Thomas, be a good boy, go inside. Who knows what will happen, maybe it will be a big test, once you get in, they'll let you go, and all of us Everyone can happily reunite again." "Shut up, Ares," Teresa said.In fact it was the first thing she had said in quite a while that didn't make Thomas want to punch her.Then she turned to Thomas, avoiding his gaze, and said, "Let's just get this over with."

Ares waved his blade, indicating that Thomas should move forward. "Come on, don't let me drag you in." Thomas watched him, trying not to show any expression on his face, while his mind was spinning in a million directions.A sense of tension churned within him.Now or never.Failure to fight is death. He turned his gaze to the open doorway and began walking slowly towards it.After only three steps, he had already covered half of the distance.Teresa stood upright, her arms tensed in case he caused trouble.Ares kept his weapon pressed against Thomas' neck. Another step.One more step.Ares was standing to his left now, only two or three feet away.Teresa was behind him, out of sight, and directly in front of him was the open doorway and the strange silver room with the holes in the walls.

He stopped and looked at Ares beside him: "What did Rachel look like when she bled to death?" It was a gamble to get rid of his crucial blow. Shocked and sad at the same time, Ares froze, giving Thomas the second he needed. He jumped at the boy, arched his left arm, and knocked the knife out of his hand with one blow.The knife hit the rock.Thomas hit Ares in the stomach again with his right fist, knocking him to the ground, gasping for breath. The click of metal against the rock stopped Thomas from kicking any further, and he looked up to see Teresa had picked up her spear.For a split second their eyes met; then she charged at him.Thomas raised his hands to protect himself but it was too late—the bottom end of the weapon came through the air and hit him on the right side of the head.Venus danced in front of his eyes, and he fell, struggling to stay conscious.As soon as he hit the ground, he scrambled away on all fours.

But he heard Teresa's scream, and a second later the spear fell on his forehead.With a bang, Thomas fell again; some wet fluid gushed from between his hair and trickled down to his temples.The pain tore through his head like an ax had been driven straight into his brain.The pain spread to other parts of his body, making him nauseous.Pushing himself up, he lay on his back on the ground and saw Teresa raise the weapon above her head again. "Go into the room, Thomas," she said heavily, "go into the room or I'll beat you again. I swear I'll keep doing this until you pass out or bleed to death."

Ares had recovered and stood up again; he was standing beside her. Thomas drew back both legs and kicked out again, hitting the knees of each of their legs.They screamed and bent over, collapsing, and the exertion set off another wave of horrific pain that shot through Thomas' body.All he saw was a white flash; the whole world was spinning.Moaning, he struggled to move, rolled back into a prone position, and tried to push his hands under his body.He crawled only a few inches on the ground before Ares threw himself on his back and knocked him down.Soon the boy's arms were around Thomas' neck, squeezing hard.

"You're going to that room," Ares whispered in his ear, "help me, Teresa!" Thomas didn't have the strength to fight them anymore, the double blow to his head somehow took it all away, like all his muscles were dying because his brain didn't have enough strength to tell them what to do. went to sleep.Soon Teresa grabbed his arms and dragged him toward the open doorway, Ares pushing him.Thomas kicked feebly, the rock digging into his skin. "Don't do this," he whispered, giving up the struggle in desperation, each word triggering a wave of pain that ran through his nerves, "please..." All he could see now was a white flash on a black background.It was a concussion, he realized.He had a really, really bad concussion.

He could only realize that his body had crossed the threshold, Teresa put his arms on the cool metal surface of the wall behind him, stepped over him, helped Ares lift his legs, and Now he was lying in a ball, face turned to one side.Thomas didn't even have the strength to look at them. "No," he said, but only in a low whisper.The image of the sick boy, Ben, being banished back to the glade flooded into his mind.It was strange to think about it now, but now he knew what it was like for that kid in those last few seconds before the walls closed and he was trapped in the maze forever. "No," he repeated, so softly that he couldn't even imagine they could hear him.He was in pain from head to toe. "You're so stubborn," he heard Teresa say, "you just have to make it harder for yourself! Make it harder for us all!" "Theresa," Thomas whispered.In the pain, he tried to call her telepathically, even though it had been too long since it had worked.Teresa. Sorry, Tom, she replied, ringing in his head again, but thank you for being our victim. He was aware that the door was closing, and the moment it closed completely, the last terrible words floated into his gray thoughts.