I said the last Chapter was sad, but this one…. This one might be worse. Sorry in advance.

WARNING: This Chapter contains graphic descriptions, continue WITH CAUTION!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except my story twists and Kelle.

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-….*...- Chapter 21: -….*...-

-….*...- What Happened that Night -….*...-

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Newt breathed in relief while his rough fingertips pulled a lazy strand of Kelle's blonde hair away from her sleeping face and tucked it behind her ear.

Seeing her in so much distress, twisted his gut into numerous uncomfortable tiny knots and painfully lodged an alien emotion in his heart. He wanted to know what the feeling was before it faded away, but the girl sleeping in his arm's beauty stopped any of his thoughts.

Her lips were slightly parted, little puffs of air coming from them with every breath she took. Her warm tan skin glowed in the moonlight, provoking him to caress her silky cheek.

His brows furrowed.

Such a beautiful being didn't deserve such pain.

And yet here she was, the most beautiful person he'd ever remember seeing, in one of the worst pains imaginable.

A sigh from his companion, still in the room, brought Newt out of his thoughts.

Alby slid himself over to sit in front of Newt's makeshift bed, his back resting against its side.

"What happened to you two?" The words slipped right out of Newt's mouth without him even thinking about it. He was able to hold his curiosity out of respect to Kelle and Alby before, but tonight he couldn't handle it anymore.

Alby's head lowered, that familiar shine of pain filling his dark eyes while he studied his hands resting in his lap.

"Listen Alby, you've kept all of this from me for three years now," Newt continued to pry, "You two appear so close but at the same time so bloody distant I don't know what to think."

"So please, Alby, help me understand," Newt's voice softened, "What happened?"

There was a pause, the nighttime noises seeming to hold their breath.

"You remember her telling everyone about the boys that tried to follow her into the Maze that night?" Alby began slowly, his gaze never lifting to meet Newts.

The boy nodded, listening intently to the darker-skinned male, surprised Alby was opening up to him.

"Their names were Nick and George. Little buggers. Thought they could do anything." Alby shook his head, "That night Kelle, Nick, and George all went into the Maze. But, that was the worst decision I ever let her make."

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-….*...-Three Years Ago-….*...-

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Alby paced across the floor yet again.

He'd lost count how many times he'd gone back and forth and back and forth and back and forth.

Dried tear tracks made his cheeks feel sticky while his eyes burned with past shed tears.

He'd searched the red painted parts of the Maze for the boy, but there was simply nothing left of Nick for him to find, besides blood- so much blood.

A shudder trickled down his spine at the memory.

He'd found George, but he was banged up a bit. The deep stomach wound making Alby queasy.

And Kelle he had also found, tucked under George's body. She had a deep gash in her back with a hole in her shoulder similar to George's stomach.

He grieved for Nick, but Kelle and George were still breathing, and yet they hadn't moved since he brought them back two days ago.

Terrifying thoughts of both of them dying tormented his mind while he paced in the room.

'What had happened? What if they die? What if I'm left alone like Kelle was?'

He pressed his fingers against his temples, the thoughts in his head becoming too loud.

A whimper in the room drew his attention to the bed. Much to his relief, Kelle was stirring, her facial features crinkling up in agony.

Alby rushed over to her side, carefully placing his hand on her shoulder.

Her eyes, clouded with pained tears, focused on him and her throat let out a heartbroken sob.

"Alby...," She wept, grabbing onto his shirt, "I- Nick- and- and George."

"Shh Kelle you're safe now," Alby hushed her, rubbing her hair, "We're in the Glade. You're safe."

"But they-" She shook her head, "Alby I couldn't- they- I'm so sorry,"

"Kelle it's-" Alby began but was cut off by another groan filling the room.

Whipping around, Alby rushed over to check on George as he too slowly awoke.

Kelle sluggishly lifted herself up, an annoying ache festering in her back with every movement that stretched the muscles there. She cradled her left arm close to her body, the hole in her shoulder sending twinges of pain to each fingertip on her left hand. She staggered over to George's bed a few feet away from hers.

Peering down at him, Kelle's stomach churned. His skin, pale and covered in a sheen of sweat, was like a furnace under her hand as she placed her palm on his arm.

Then his eyes snapped open, and she knew something was terribly wrong.

Glazed with red hot fury, his eyes darted to her.

"You," the injured boy hissed.

She took a trembling step back, the anger in his eyes startling her.

"Murderer!" He screamed, his body launching off the bed with unnatural speed. They crashed to the ground, her head hitting it with a sickening bang while her wounded back scraped against the floorboards.

Before she could register any of the searing pain, George's thin hands were coiled around her neck. Pressing against her esophagus with all of his weight, she could feel her throat collapsing.

What felt like forever, but was only a few seconds, passed before George was thrown off of Kelle's body.

She rolled to her side, heaving, and coughing, her eyes watching Alby and George wrestle with each other on the ground a few feet away.

Using Alby as a ramming board, George shoved the boy against the door of the room. The weak wood broke to splinters under the force, and the two teens plunged outside.

She could hear their fight raging outside, and so she slowly dragged her body towards the door. She could sense the back of her shirt becoming soaked from her wounds reopening but she ignored it and continued on. Getting onto her feet, she used the doorframe as support while she peeked outside.

"Alby!" She called out, watching the boys throw fists at each other.

The way George moved seemed inhuman. The boy she once loved and considered her brother was gone. Replaced by a raging demon, he continued to attack Alby with a speed and force that made her tremble.

"George, Please," She cried, her fingers digging into her shoulder to try to stop the profuse bleeding, "Stop!"

He growls with an animalistic tone, charging for Alby with his hands ready to claw at the older boy. Their fighting continues, the pace quickened, and the blood and scratches becoming more frequent.

"Alby!" She yells, George tripping Alby, both of them tumbling to the ground in a heap of scratching and punching.

Stumbling forward, Kelle looks everywhere for something to aid her in making the demented boy stop.

George had the darker-skinned boy in a chokehold on the ground.

Alby's vision was slowly fading, his fingers trembling with the attempt they gave to pry George's hands away from his neck. His body was gradually giving way before the horrifying sound of ripping flesh tore through the air.

George's hands went limp before removing themselves from Alby's throat. Opening his eyes, Alby found George, still straddling him, the boy's deadly hands now wrapped around a red-stained wooden spear protruding from his chest. The teen looked up into Alby's eyes, a gurgling cough forcing blood from his mouth and spraying it onto Alby's terrified features.

George wheezed, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he crumbled off of Alby's body.

Kelle's heart slammed into a wall, shattering it into a million pieces, while she watched the last breath leave George's open mouth.

She'd taken a life.

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She killed someone.

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She killed him.

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She murdered him.

She felt numb to everything, but at the same time, she felt like coughing up her heart because its beating felt repulsive inside her chest. She felt undeserving of the muscle in her chest, bringing life to her body when lying in front of her was one of her friends- part of her family- her brother. His heart stilled by her own hands, his deranged lifeless eyes staring blatantly back at her in mockery. She'd taken his life away, and knowing this, shattered the very thing that brought her life.

How was she going to live with herself?

The second batch of tears began, dripping to the soil beneath her while she rested on the ground a few feet away from George. The annoying sting tingled in her back and down her left arm. Her head bowed.

She had no heart to look over at Alby, faint words of a promise she had made ringing in her ears.

"You," Alby seethed, "you killed him."

"Alby- I'm sorry- I- you," she hiccuped, "I- I- couldn't let him hurt you."

"But you killed him!"

"I-" She gasps, her blurred vision watching her blood-soaked hands shake as she held them in front of her, "I'm sorry, I don't-"

She choked on the enclosing emotions invading her being, her shoulders rattling and the wound there gushing warm liquid down her skin.

"You Murderer!" He screamed, and she could somehow hear George's voice echoing within his.

His body launched toward hers.

"No- Alby!" She cries, trying to fall away from his advance, but only ends up a few inches away.

His hands enclosed around her arms like a vice, tearing her up from the ground and dragging her across the dirt.

She painfully cries out. Her wounded back being ripped over the rugged earth, leaving a burgundy streak in its wake.

"Alby Please," She begs, her fingers scratching at his grip, "P-please stop."

"How could you do that?!" He yells, yanking her forward, her body painfully jerking.

"I don't- I- didn't" She weeps.

"This is all your fault!" His voice is colored with a new rage she had never heard before, "you killed them!"

"I'm- I'm sorry!"

"No!" Alby throws her to the ground.

Her body slams into the concrete floor of the Maze, the coldness of it sending numb shivers into her skin and muscles. She weakly looks up at the person that was once her brother- once her friend- once her companion. Flares of outrageous rage and unmeasurable hatred consume the deep abyss of his orbs, and although he used to be all those things to her, with these new emotions overflowing from his being, she didn't recognize the boy in front of her.

"I will never forgive you," he growls through clenched teeth, his shoulders and chest heaving from the effort of dragging her body into the Maze, "They're dead because of you."

"Please-" she whimpers, "-don't."

He took a step back when her hand, drenched in red, reached for his legs. Her arm fell limply against the ground.

Vibrations and screams from mechanics embedded in the walls and floors rumble through the air. The grind of concrete scraping against itself signals the event of the closing of the Maze Doors.

"This is all your fault." He spits.

"A- Alby?"

"You deserve this." His voice fills her ears, echoing into her memories, and embedding a sense of guilt within her being that'd torment her for a long time to come.

"Please Alby-" She begs, attempting to pull herself across the rough ground, "Alby- Alby, please."

"Goodbye, Kelle," He shakes his head and turns away from her, his blurry figure fading away from her vision.

"No, Alby!" She cries after him, her body being raked through with fear, sorrow, and grief.

Alby doesn't wait for her, the doors of the Maze don't wait for her, and the night's cold darkness doesn't wait for her either. What strength she has left, fully adrenaline-induced, she used to drag herself over to the doors that had just slammed shut in her face with her trapped inside. She pulls her frame up to lean against the cold wall, her fingers scratching the slit that used to be wide enough for anyone to walk through.

"Alby," she mutters, her voice leaving her with the rest of her strength.

Her hand forms a fist before she weakly begins to beat it against the hard surface, "Please, I'm- I'm so sorry."

She gasps, her body slumping, the weight of her excessive blood loss crashing into her. Her shoulders shake, from both the chill of the maze, the fear of her now impending death, and the sobs that flow from her.

She murdered her brothers and was going to pay the price for it.

She felt incredibly small, the high gray walls rising higher with every agonizing second that passed by, enclosing around her tiny figure and consuming her young mind. She shrunk impossibly smaller into herself, weeping while her body shivered in the slowly growing pool of scarlet.

She felt deserving of the death that awaited her. Being ripped apart by a Griever was what she wanted for herself at that moment.

And so, with drooping eyelids and tears that kept flowing, her figure, curled against the Maze wall and went limp, awaiting a horrid demise.

Umm… yeah. Hope you enjoyed it!