Atomic [Newt || Maze Runner]

[Chapter 8] ✙ Thomas the Foreign Ambassador

[Chapter 8] ✙ Thomas the Foreign Ambassador

As it turned out, when Jorge said 'hang around for a bit,' he meant it quite literally. Soon, the group found themselves suspended by their feet, dangling over the large hole above dozens of screaming Cranks. While unpleasant, the treatment was certainly better than whatever Eden's imagination had led her to believe. Minho, on the other hand, didn't seem too thrilled.

"Good plan, Thomas. 'Just hear what the man has to say.'" He sassed, shooting his friend a mocking glance as their bodies swayed in the air. "Really working out for us."

"Oh, shut up, Minho," Thomas rolled his eyes.

"While we're at it, why don't we just go ahead and name you our official foreign ambassador?" Ignoring their leader's mumblings, Minho continued his rant. "Bet you can get all the guys to open up and tell us about the good ol' days. Maybe they'll even offer us a seat in their waiting room to hang around above their shuckin' guard dogs." He jeered, throwing his arms out in exasperation, nearly whacking Newt in the face as he did so.

"Okay, I get it!" Whipping his head around to face the boy, Thomas barked, though physics seemed to disagree as his body slowly began to twirl in circles from his jerky movements. He sighed at his pathetic display. "What are you so worked up about, man?"

"I don't know, Thomas. Maybe it's because I was just struck by shuckin' lightning, and now I'm dangling by my feet over a hoard of hungry Cranks like a klunk of meat in the Blood House!" Minho exclaimed in annoyance.

"If this makes you feel any better," Eden piped up from behind the boys. "I heard inversion therapy does wonders for your back."

Frypan raised an eyebrow. "How's that supposed to help?"

"Well, perhaps we'll never need back surgery for the rest of our lives."

Minho deadpanned at her statement. "Slim it, doc."

"S-Sorry..."

"Either way, I should've slugged that ugly shank in the face the moment I laid eyes on him," Minho continued, grumbling as he began wiggling his body around. "But thanks to Mr. Ambassador over there, we're now stuck like-"

"Alright, shut your hole, Minho," Newt snapped, utterly fed up with his constant complaining. "Instead of arguing 'bout whose bloody fault this is, why don't we find a way to get down first?" He said, gesturing the ropes.

"How, though?" Teresa asked, having already scanned the area while the boys were too preoccupied with their bickerings.

"Maybe I can reach the rope," Attempting to crunch his body upwards, Thomas grunted for a little while only to fall back with a groan.

"I wouldn't suggest doing that," Eden squeaked. "Even if you could reach the ropes, we're still hanging directly over a ten-foot hole," She reminded, pointing towards the snarling Cranks beneath them. "The railings are too far out of reach, where would you go from there?"