Chuck Dies Maze Runner Novels & Stories

Lisa retched as the stench of gasoline filled her nostrils, but she kept staring fixedly at Chuck as she demanded, "What do you think you're doing?!" Chuck shrugged as he held a lighter in one hand and spread gasoline all over the floor with the other. He smiled at her. "I've been doing some thinking—even if I lock you up here, I'll always be worried that you'll escape sooner or later. So why not just die together instead of doubting each other like this?

“I’ll manage. I have to, besides I’ve been there before it’s not easy but doable.” Silence filled the room as Dave takes time to remember his dear Ava. Adia’s cracked a joke to let go of the intense feelings. Joy once again returned as everyone laughed at the joke. Adia watched them all, her heart full in a way she hadn’t felt before. For a moment, the world felt balanced again—despite the chaos beyond their walls. But somewhere in the city, beneath the surface of celebration and new beginnings, a darker truth was still waiting. Ethan Cross had been murdered. And the person responsible was still out there.

The door was kicked open, and it was Amy who entered the warehouse. She froze at once; she was shocked at the sight in front of her. Chris was standing in the center, wounded men around him, crawling and asking him to spare them. He held a gun in his hand. Amy stepped back for a second cause she couldn't accept that situation. She got a flashback. A small girl, just like him, standing in the center of a warehouse. She had blonde hair and green eyes and held a gun in her hand. But the only difference was that she was standing on dead bodies.

’ Mukgu thought. “Anyway, can you tell me exactly what happened? How did he vanish?” Chichi asked. Mukgu then put her head down and became sad again. She shared what happened that night and it also hurt Chichi’s heart as she could relate on witnessing the dying moment of her beloved robot. “I know the feeling, Mukgu. I witnessed how Christopher died in front of my eyes. It really hurts.” Chichi reacted. She just smiled and looked away. Mukgu was just looking and listening to Chichi.

She started to ready another arrow and pointed it directly at his head; his eyes were wide as he studied her face, understanding dawning on him. He finally let his body relax, the look of defeat crossing his face. He glanced at his pants that lay on the ground a bit away from him and pointed to them. Without hesitation, Sherry went to his pants and dug around the pocket until she uncovered the white flag. “I surrender…” Chuck whispered. Satisfied, Sherry turned her attention to me; it was down to us. We were the only two left in the competition. The medics came out to collect Chuck who was cursing the whole time.

“I have bad news. First, our financial department just confirmed that we’d be forced to file for bankruptcy if nothing is done within forty-eight hours.” I sigh in defeat. I had left my father’s house in anger ten years ago and worked tirelessly to build a new life. I started a winery which had grown into a billion-dollar company until a few months ago when my company was accused of a food poisoning scandal. “The investors all want to pull out so we have no choice.” “But?” I ask. The broken glass in my hands pricks my finger and a drop of blood falls to the ground. “Your father is dead,” Theodore mumbles.

"But Samuel Cross—Marcus's brother—he has—" "Samuel Cross is dead. Died in 1987. Car accident. I have the death certificate. Another dead end, Ms. Morrison. Another ghost." Chen signaled her agents. "Take them in. Separate interrogation rooms. Maybe some time alone will convince them to stop chasing phantoms." "Samuel Cross is not dead!" I struggled against the handcuffs. "Marcus said—"

"On bikes. There were eight of us, but you killed four of them, so only four of us are left. There are three more people waiting outside." "Okay. Take me to them." Wilbur shoved Marshall along as they walked out of Diseya into the deserts. Marshall spotted Huck's corpse on the ground next to the bikes and fell to the ground in terror. "What the… how did this happen? Mister Huck… someone… someone k-killed him!"

An earth-shattering handprint fell and smashed apart the yellow light barriers covering these people, turning them into the mud. "Have they died so easily?" Chu Xun was slightly stunned. He didn't exert all his strength. He only used 30% of his strength. He didn't want to smash those strange guns into pieces. However, he still killed them and destroyed the guns. Chu Xun was a little annoyed. Fortunately, the gun of the first person that he attacked fell to the side and was not destroyed. He picked it up and threw it into his Storage Ring. Boom! The cabin door in front of him opened, and two UFOs flew towards him. At the same time, terrifying red rays shot towards him.

with at least seventy-five percent of my senses depleted, it’s not much of a surprise that I easily make this mark with all senses on hyper-adrenalized-alert—right in the fucking Adam’s apple. As blood gushes from his neck, Chuck reflexively pulls the trigger on his gun, but it goes off aimlessly and harmlessly into the ceiling above. I suppose the ceiling would disagree with my assessment of the shot being harmless, but as a non-sentient being it has no say in the discussion. I cross over and kneel next to Chuck, enjoying watching the life bleed out of him. “Well shucks, Chuck, this sucks.” “I can’t believe you just said those words,” Jason retorts.