Post by Maze Runner on Jun 20, 2015 5:13:38 GMT
Dreaming of what could be
I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly
Dead. It should really be more shocking than it is, but really? With the life Maze lives? It was only going to be so long before another loved one was buried six feet under, or lost at sea (that being the more popular option), and sooner rather than later, the other shoe dropped. Things had been going far too well. There had been a quaint, quiet wedding- where Maze, with her growing baby bump, was led down the aisle to a fidgety Danny by her cousin, Airron. Few people came, though only few were invited. It wasn't like they were bursting at the seams with friends, and they hadn't wanted a big deal anyways. Matthew, Danny's brother, was amongst the nestled in beside his girlfriend, Amelia- which was remarkable in itself. After the incident between the three of them, things had been rather rocky, so it was pleasant that their differences were finally set aside and he had joined them that day. A kiss sealed the deal and they were finally official. No more battles and no more fits.
Or so that's how it meant for a month.
One trip to Four, and he was added to the long list of deceased. Her parents were fish food, her brother was a mess of bones at the bottom of the ocean, her aunt and uncle tangled with the seaweed, Field was in ashes, and Danny was in pieces, shoved in a box. Nixon's work, it always seemed he would be the one to end their little charade of happiness. If he couldn't have her husband as part of his gang than no one could have him at all. On top of that, she couldn't keep her friends around. Breeze had turned for the worse, taking to a rebellious streak and then falling ill, and Sky along with Josh had just fallen off the face of the earth.
All the nineteen year old girl had left in this world was the uncontrollable Airron, and now his shorter shadow, Colton, little miss Hope Eyes whenever it proved convenient, and the newly pronounced baby boy bouncing around in her stomach.
So there she was, freshly widowed and five months along, carrying the last of her belongings from her would be house in Seven on her back in a dark blue pack. The rest had been shipped to Thirteen and crowded her dorm, but these few things she had to get by hand. It was more for sentiment than anything. One final goodbye to the life she could have had. With a sigh, she took to town, one hand cupping her stomach while the other clutched the pack. Despite it all, she wasn't anguished over being a single mother. Her son was part of Danny, and he would live on through the boy.
Nearly to the town's bustling center, the little ninja in her tummy sent a kick to her kidneys, causing her to hunch over and drop her bag as she moaned in pain. Clutching her stomach in an attempt to make the baby calm down and stop treating her organs as punching bags, Maze did her best to stay out of the way of the crowd, her foot pining her pack to the ground as she tried to recover.
Or so that's how it meant for a month.
One trip to Four, and he was added to the long list of deceased. Her parents were fish food, her brother was a mess of bones at the bottom of the ocean, her aunt and uncle tangled with the seaweed, Field was in ashes, and Danny was in pieces, shoved in a box. Nixon's work, it always seemed he would be the one to end their little charade of happiness. If he couldn't have her husband as part of his gang than no one could have him at all. On top of that, she couldn't keep her friends around. Breeze had turned for the worse, taking to a rebellious streak and then falling ill, and Sky along with Josh had just fallen off the face of the earth.
All the nineteen year old girl had left in this world was the uncontrollable Airron, and now his shorter shadow, Colton, little miss Hope Eyes whenever it proved convenient, and the newly pronounced baby boy bouncing around in her stomach.
So there she was, freshly widowed and five months along, carrying the last of her belongings from her would be house in Seven on her back in a dark blue pack. The rest had been shipped to Thirteen and crowded her dorm, but these few things she had to get by hand. It was more for sentiment than anything. One final goodbye to the life she could have had. With a sigh, she took to town, one hand cupping her stomach while the other clutched the pack. Despite it all, she wasn't anguished over being a single mother. Her son was part of Danny, and he would live on through the boy.
Nearly to the town's bustling center, the little ninja in her tummy sent a kick to her kidneys, causing her to hunch over and drop her bag as she moaned in pain. Clutching her stomach in an attempt to make the baby calm down and stop treating her organs as punching bags, Maze did her best to stay out of the way of the crowd, her foot pining her pack to the ground as she tried to recover.
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