one last time , after all , he was nothing more than a container for a cure or a solution to stopping the flare. endless suffering that forced him into the brink of fear, heart racing as he relives every hellish moment that WICKED put them through. grievers , they just seemed to corner him , weak and defenseless , pressed against a cold surface right before his demise but it doesn’t end there. cold thin syringe breaks flesh and he’s awake again , never mind the human heart , the tear he sheds right before his ‘ death ‘ when they needed him again. screaming , repeating the words ‘ no , no , no ‘ not again -- he didn’t want to be there , the glades. not here ! mind going crazy , for three years they tried to escape and he’s back where he started. he almost wants to just cry but they won’t let him.eventually , it all ends and he’s free. he doesn’t care, whoever it was that set him free, he’s done. done with all the pain , completely numb to the core as he’s shaken. someone was trying to wake him up , but he just . . he wanted to sleep. no more nightmares , no more running ! for once , he could just rest to his hearts content. but his own mind is telling him , not yet. wake up , open your eyes because that’s not how this should end. the last thing you ever wanted to see was your friends and with the next few shakes and the sound of his name , whiskey hues stare back. lips crack ❛ took you long enough shank , ❜ head nested beneath the others arms. eye’s rolling , from newt to thomas , his heart beats feint . digits itch , wanting to push himself up , to move but he’s weak and close to quits. ❛ thanks for coming back man ---- but i can’t , i can’t even move. your going to have to leave me, ❜ even suggesting it was a quick refusal but they were running out of time. sooner or later , janson would arrive and it would have been all for nothing. ❛ look you gotta go now, ❜ thankful that they came all this way but his heart fell , knowing he won’t be leaving with them. ❛ hurry bef -- ❜ every word , it took everything to save each breath before his pulse rapidly fell , till nothing but a silence , last beat. his chest sinks in , whiskey hues completely blank as the cold engulfs his soul. limp , almost as if he’s asleep . . nothing more could have been done. not a second or minute could have changed his demise and maybe that was how it was suppose to be. he’s grateful for seeing familiar faces instead of WICKED because it wasn’t their win , no. thomas , newt , frypan and everyone else who suffered wouldn’t let this stand. for every person they knew and those to come , every thing is in their care now.
