THE SCIENTIST • THE MAZE RUNNER [HIATUS]

oo6 , (bash their heads in.)

There was that moment of pure instinct as soon as he was dragged out that he wanted to run back. Arthur felt so exposed out here, like every piece of him was shaking in protest. That may be a side effect from whatever hardcore drugs they had given him because whatever it was hit more than anything he had in the glade.

"Arthur, are you listening?" A voice broke him out of his trance. He then noticed that he couldn't feel the sand blowing onto him anymore.

Looking up, he could feel and see the stares being sent his way. "Yeah." He agreed with whatever they said as he coughed slightly, his throat dry. He then quickly backtracked. "Wait, no sorry what?"

"That was WICKED." Thomas' voice came from in front of him and Arthur could just nod.

"Okay."

This seemed to puzzle them and Thomas blinked at him. "Okay? Arthur, they trapped you in the maze for years, what do you mean, 'Okay?'"

"Well, I am so sorry if I don't have the response for this exact situation locked and loaded." Arthur scoffed and crossed his arms, ignoring the aching feeling of misuse in his muscles. Winston covered his mouth and looked away from them, trying to hide his laugh at Arthur's quick response. Thomas just looked confused as if he expected a more dramatic response.

There was a heavy silence before Newt spoke, his voice clear in the empty air. "Okay. So what's the plan then?" That came from right next to him. It was just then that he registered the arm wrapped around his waist, keeping him propped upwards. "You do have a plan, right?"

"Yeah, I don't know." Arthur's attention focused a bit more, no longer in some sort of haze that seemed a bit too drug-induced for his liking. 

He could feel Newt's hand grip his shirt. "Well, we followed you out here, Thomas and now you're saying that you have no idea where we're going or what we're doing."

The wind blew against the roof of the building they were in and Arthur eased himself out of Newt's grip and walked towards Winston who was crouched down. "Well, Janson said something about people hiding in the mountains. Some kind of resistance or army." Oh, that was a new voice. 

"The Right Arm." Arthur's hair was annoying him, the strands dangling in his face constantly. "The Right Arm. If they're really against WICKED, maybe they could help us."

Winston was scanning his torch around, trying to spot anything, people, food, water. "People. In the mountains. Mountain people." Arthur did laugh slightly, the throbbing headache he had left slightly, letting him have that peace of mind even if it was just for a second. "That's your plan?"