The Inevitable

Chapter 102-Eroding

We dash through the other end of the shaft, celerity spuring our steps, the primary element that rams me is the flashing luster, profusing on my frail senses, I screw, striving to adjust my orbs, ensuing is the coarse wind, abstrusively torrid, grating ineptly against my bare arms, trailing that is the straining grip on my arm, I peer left, sussing a disguised being as the owner, they snub my gawk on them, drawing me along with them, I absorb my habitat as tiltily as I'm capable, girding us is broad, arid sea of titian, which subsides punily under the load of my feet. Freting for my ally, I orbit around, scouring for Thomas, only to gather that Thomas is being towed behind by two veiled beings, back towards me, jerking me forward, my guard helps avert my heed towards a alien sight that expects us, my orbs enlarge at such a foreign sight, idly foraging through my brain to disinter a title for it, it is as ebony as an ebon sky, it's blades slit through the air, revolving at incredible speeds, it's side is bare, with forms tautly choking their weapons, they usher my friends into the belly of the aberrant thing. My guard is apathetic with being benign as I am propelled inside the stomach, I skim across the flat, gelid steel floor, alighting alongside Newt and at the skirt of the left side, the deed results me to ram my shoulder against the window, but I don't recoil, they dense us together before barging Thomas in, alighting between Newt and Minho whilst Teresa, Frypan, Winston and Jack all cram by the entry, one being leaps in just as they impede the door, gliding it across the floor, bolting it solidly, the covert being strips off it's raven veil. Baring it's vestige, it is a man, a man with some bristles tining his chin, his swart mane seems to blend, glinting with lather, his benign ember orbs rake us, his honed aspects are grotty with toil, lips rift from the stern swelter, huffing as he slumps, easing "you guys alright?" He probes, validly, he yells, for the raucous of the triming blades above almost mute him, in my peripherals, I espy everyone peering at each other in fret, but my orbs don't retire the man's mug, leering him charily, it's nonviable for our encounter to be coincidental. I privately muse "don't worry, you're safe now" he dispels us, abruptly, a jolt jerks us, radixing us to rock curtly before our transit uplifts into the air, my suspiring and heartbeat accelerate as the ground withers slightly, gaping itself from us, I face forward, nipping my orbs solidly and tauting up my body, we veer to the right, twisting around, I crimp the cloth of my jeans, gathering it till my knuckles are pallid as an alien stir soars within me, I ajar my optics once we stable, but when I peer back out the window, my oculars expand. "Oh, klunk" I utter in arrant adulate, perceiving faint reel, I ascertain all have regarded me, the sight roots them to gasp, for when they gape out the window, they are subjected to the sight of the Maze, satirizing the minute model that was in the Runner's Guide, only on a astoundingly prodigious extent, the Glade is much broader than what my brain had surmised, fumes smog from the divergent section of tint in the ash barriers, the sundry trails diversify from the four unbolted entries that piloted the Grievers to us, warping and veering every course fathomed to me. Unreeling out like limbs on a fern, stout and thriving from the focal point, the beguiling Glade, I bat away from it, dazed at it's scope "relax, kid" the man solaces, lugging my heed towards him, his orbs are keen on Thomas "everything's gonna change" he smirtles, my optics enlarge as that very quote relics in my skull, but instead of it being a deride, it is now a caveat 'you have chosen your side, everything is going to change', the idioms abet the potent wrath that stews within, those very adages are identical to those I have perceived in my dream. I muse, they arised from someone who toiled for WICKED, my rage begins to quell me, the agency that blighted our lives, that can only denote, this man labors for WICKED, my orbs dilate a bit, but strait testily, and I'm precise he's not the only one who does, my orbs bout with fury and I don't delay on my next deed, settling against terms, I dive, daviting the man to the floor, he yelps in confound and jolted, gazing up at me with timid swelling optics, a havoc of demur and bellows exude from all around me. But no arms cloak around me to balk my lethal desire for the man, I clout the man as hard as I'm able, motiving the man's head to jerk to my left, in coincide, our haulage rocks, teneting a clamor of sirens to derive from the group and the copter "what's going on back there?!" A man's input probes, but I shun him, I hoist my arm to hit him again, but before I can actuate my deed, he lifts his hand, exhibiting a syringe with a rubt fluid inside, my eyes swell, briskly, he pricks it into my shoulder. I yelp in pain, counting me impuissant, compulsorily, the man advantages, impeling me off him, I reel transiently before caving "ROSE!" Newt howls, acquiring me swiftly, coting me in his arms "love, are you okay?!" he stews, I only jerk out the needle, what betides within evokes being deluged under the surface of water, only it isn't my sensibility that is altered, it is my sentiment, I detect it smothering every sluicing muse in my mind, every ardor that should be prospering, but I essay to spar it, grunting in vie as I toss the void vile, detecting my aesthetic responses eroding.

Author's info- Hello reader! BOOM! Another great chapter and amazing cliffhanger! And, okay, I know I just dumped a lot upon your shoulders so, I will try and explain, now, in this chapter, the group has finally escaped from the Maze, and now they fly off into the sunset of their free lives! But uh oh, trouble lingers, now I know things appear to moving a little fast, but hey, I wanted to spice things up, so, when the mysterious man says "everything is gonna change", we all clearly saw Thomas's reaction, now Thomas may have a slightly leveled head to compose and suppress any reaction, as he does in the movie, but not Rose, you see, Rose remembers those words from a dream that I have clued you in on earlier in the book, knowing this, she concludes that WICKED must be behind this, of course she naturally had suspicions, but now they're confirmed, with this, she is beyond angry, and drastically takes matters into her own hands, by tackling the guy and punching him, but what happens next is that this guy, as I will explain in the next chapter, injects her with a serum that immediately starts to deprive her of her emotions! Now, I know, far fetched by hey, WICKED is like major rich, so anything is possible with their weapons, of course, I added a clue in here, so, I hope you guys are a little less confused, because now that I left you on this beautiful cliffhanger, you have to wait for tomorrow to come for me to give an explanation! I hope you guys can wait that long! Plus, who else loves that picture at the beginning of the chapter!! Really adds that flare that contributes to the excitement this chapter obtains! And also, I am adding a little surprise at the end of this book! I can't believe I am almost done!:(! Makes me really sad that I have to abandon the series briefly! I hope all of you understand and are staying healthy and safe! I love you all! Later reader!