Hi everyone! I’m back! I know, I took a long break, sorry. But I’ve been trying to get Thais, Adelina, Angela, and Anjali to finish their part for the Writing Olympics… But here is a story I wrote awhile ago, enjoy!
P.S: This is somewhat a Maze Runner fan fiction so…
An inhuman howl ripped through the night.
I took a step back from my best friend Willow. One minute she was perfectly fine, next she had her knife out and was snarling from me to go.
“Run,” came her strangled cry, “before I kill you!”
“Why?! What’s wrong with you?!” But the truth dawned on me even before I asked.
She gave me a smile, but her eyes were crazed, broken, “it’s got me.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat, “maybe we can get you to the hospital, or… or…” Or what?
A growl up off my sentence, “too late! The madness has taken over.” Her shrill cry nearly deafened me.
Suddenly, Willow stumbled forward and her knife clattered out of her hand, landing on the mossy ground. I reached out to help her out, but she reeled back, avoiding my hand.
“Don’t, don’t touch me!”
I let my hands fall limply at my sides, staring in horror at what used to be my best friend. Within minutes, she had become a crazy, insane, animal-like human. The Flare has definitely gotten her.
“Please,” I begged. “Come back! What about your family?!” I realized in sadness at what Willow’s parents would have to suffer through, their only daughter with the Flare.
“Lena!” This time Willow’s voice was a hoarse whisper. “Lena, please.” She started to yell again, her voice becoming more and raspier.
“Willow…” Fear closed around my stomach and it spread through my body, filling me with terror. I couldn’t bring myself to run away, from my only best friend.
Willow’s eyes were desperate, “Lena, please. Kill me.”
I froze, did Willow really say that? No, “what-”
Willow doubled over, clutching her head, “Listen!”
She took a rattly breath and straightened out as much as she could, “I can’t live like this forever. Please Lena, if I was ever a friend, kill me.”
She stuffed her knife into my hand, “do it.”
I looked into Willow’s eyes, shattered, forever. She doesn’t want to live anymore, “as your last favor?” My hand was shaking so hard I thought I was going to drop her knife.
Before I could change my mind, I plunged the knife into my best friend’s chest.
She fell to the ground and I knelt next to her, “thank you.”
She gave me the smile I always thought of her with, “Willow…” I couldn’t swallow the lump in my throat.
“Lena, thank you.”
I took her hand as she closed her eyes, forever.