Mask of Promises (MinhoxOC) Sequel to Just Smile

Chapter 54

"Hey."

I made no effort to reply. We were now on a hovercraft called the Berg owned by WICKED. Shortly after the watch hand had hit the time limit, everyone had started running towards the Berg, dodging the lightning bolts that struck and the sand blown at us by the wind. I'd let go of Vera's body, but not before closing her eyes for her, and running with the other Gladers and onto the Berg. Being the first person to climb aboard, I'd refused to go sit in the back of the Berg, helping other Group B Gladers and our group's Gladers.

Of course, drama had to strike, and when my brother and I helped Jorge and Brenda aboard the Berg, one of the WICKED guards had threatened to kill one of them, asking the two of us about who to kill. Our responses were funny though.

"Kill her," Tommy pointed at Brenda.

"Kill him," I pointed at Jorge.

The two of us stared at each other in confusion and amusement. We had spoken at the same time, but had also pointed out different people.

Of course, the guard hadn't been happy about it and asked Thomas one more time. The shank insisted on Brenda, but saved her at the last minute, finally cracking and aiming the gun at the guard.

Now?

We were all nice and comfy in the Berg, going to WICKED since the trials had ended.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Minho asked, attempting to converse with me again.

I shrugged in response, ending all progress.

"Zia," Minho lifted my chin, making me stare at him and not at my hands.

I stared blankly at the boy, before giving him a smile, the smile I had used when I was little, as I stared at the reflection in the mirror. An armor.

"I'm just a little tired," I said meekly.

"It's because of them, isn't it? Vera and Leon," Minho asked softly, putting his arms around my body, pulling me in.

"Leon isn't dead. It's just that WICKED is taking him to see if he has the disease," I responded.

"It's about Vera," Minho half-asked half-stated.

I looked back down at the bloody locket I was holding onto.

A fox running freely and on the back, the words:

For our Lovely Memories and our Dreams.-R.

When I cracked open the locket, two different pictures greeted me. One was of Robbie and Vera before the Maze and at a young age standing in a room, Robbie grinning and Vera hugging him with a mischievous grin. 

The other was of us, some of us Gladers, standing somewhere in a white room, with equally happy grins. Thomas, me, Clint, Newt, Minho, Robbie, Vera, and Chuck, all doing different things. Newt was laughing happily while sitting on a desk on the left while Robbie was obviously snickering with medical gloves on, standing on the right. Clint had his arm around Vera, smiling sweetly at the camera while Vera was trying to smack Robbie. 

Thomas sat in an office chair behind a desk in the center, looking all professional and goofily grinning at the same time with Chuck putting him in a headlock, also laughing delightedly. Chuck's nose was smeared with something like marker ink and Thomas looked like a football player with the smears of black on his cheeks. I was sitting on the left side of Tommy's desk, laughter and happiness evident, as Minho stood between me and Newt, leaning down and kissing my cheek with a smile.

It was obvious now, why Vera had supported and encouraged me and Minho getting together. It was because of this picture and our obvious interest in each other that she was even more insistent on acting as our bridge, encouraging and pushing for us to get to where we are right now.

"I'm sorry about her," Minho brought me back to reality, away from my thoughts.

"There's no need. She would be happy, having joined her family," I leaned my head against Minho's chest, feeling his strong arms around me, holding me safely.

"We really will have something to commemorate them once this is all over, I promise," Minho put his head gently on top of mine too, not caring that we were both bloody and filthy.

"Don't," I replied. "Don't make promises, not yet. Not just yet."

He merely nodded, rubbing my head a little.

"I hate to break the cuddle party and all that, but do you maybe want to talk to the Group B girls? An alliance might be useful," Thomas interrupted. I sighed, and sat up, smiling a little at the groans and protests Minho made as I escaped his arms and merely looked at Thomas.

"Alright slinthead. You better have a good shucking reason for interrupting us," Minho scowled.

The girl with blonde hair and pale features along with brown eyes from the pod rolled her eyes a little, and extended her hand towards me, smiling brightly.

"I'm Sonya, second-in-command. You're the leader?" her accent was the same as Newt's.

"Nah. I'm Zia, this shank's girlfriend. He's the leader," I pointed at Minho while shaking her hand. The Glader beamed at what I called myself, his grumbling ceasing at last.

"Name's Minho. I'm the leader of them all," Minho coolly nodded at her.

A pretty dark skinned girl with short hair stepped up next to Sonya, stretching her hand out.

"I'm Harriet, the leader of Group B," she introduced herself. Something about the two interacting reminded me of Alby and Newt back in the Glade.

"I'm Newt, second-in-command," Newt shook her hand too.

"You sound like Sonya," she remarked.

"Oh shove it," Sonya rolled her eyes. "Just because I have a bloody accent doesn't mean we're the same."

"I thought I was the only buggin' shank that knew that. All the Gladers wouldn't shut up about it when I first came up the bloody Box," Newt smirked at the last part, reliving his memory, probably.

"Okay, we do sound like each other," Sonya scrutinized the boy. I did too, and noticed some similarities between the two.

"Maybe you two are siblings," I suggested. "You guys sure sound and look like it. Same brown eyes, blonde hair, way of talking and acting. Yep, siblings."

"Well, nice to meet you, big brother," Sonya grinned.

"Nice to see ya too, lil sis," Newt grinned too.