Chuck Dies Maze Runner Novels & Stories

One of them shouted. And then in that moment, when Mickey was probably thinking if how he would spend the bounty on my head. Submachine gunfire, mixed with the slashing sound of a very sharp sword cutting through flesh interrupted him. He turned back towards his men who were all smiling a few minutes ago, they all laid dead and in pieces, he stood there staring at their corpses, his stare was met with the wild stare of the mute. Chucks stared at him gloomily, waiting for him to make a move, and as expected he quickly tried to to the pistol back to my face. Chuks swung the sword and Mickey's arm fell to the ground. He staggered to the corner of the room and sat down, clenching the severed arm

"What are you?" Chuck's response was swift, his words tumbling out in a rush. "I had planned to escape with you, Lucia. But Mark is here, and his Crusaders are surrounding the house. If I let you fall into their hands, you'll face a fate worse than death. I must spare you the pain and torture...by killing you myself." With a sudden lunge, Chuck's bony hands reached for Lucia, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intensity. Lucia's heart raced, as she turned to run.

He was outside the smoking pot, so as the light continued, Chuck headed inside, calling out to his friends, “Luke? Rica? Hello, Sally, are you there? Daphny?” He laughed as he proceeded, “Quit playing folks, I’m too high to even consider feeling frightened! I’ll presumably not remember it, assuming that you felt free to attempt to startle me. F*ck I’m too high to even think about distinguishing the dividers. They’re all moving.” Before long, Chuck sees the light fixture in the room, and it is trickling with blood. He comments, “Hello Vi! You needed to see what the red spread from the light fixture was, correct?”

"Kill the infected around us! Bailey throws something against the doors! Chuck--." "Yeah, yeah," Chuck shouts while also struggling with an infected. Pushing it back with his shotgun, he kills it with a shot to the head. "I'm way ahead of you." Pulling out his machete, Chuck walks up and hits the infected in the head, its body going limp as it falls to the floor. "Come on," Chuck yells, pumping his shotgun while still holding his blade. "The helicopter is this way. Move fast or get left behind and die!"

Gulp, gulp, gulp… Marcellus kept coughing blood, and his vision was suddenly becoming hazy and blurry. He realized that the sound he had heard was that of a firecracker. He suddenly understood something, and his face suddenly became ferocious. He used his last bit of strength. “F*ck you…” Before he could say the last sentence, Marcellus died. “He’s dead!” Willie said as he put on his gloves and took the gun in Marcellus’s hand. He withdrew the magazine to check, and not a single bullet was missing.

It quickly pierced through Chuck's navel region and destroyed his core. As Chuck was unable to self-destruct, he clutched his ruined navel region and took his last breath. "Chase, you bastard! I should've gone to South River City personally back then..." he muttered before collapsing, his body falling into the dense forest below. Chase did not look happy at all after killing Chuck with his own hands. The battle had been perilous, and Chase had almost reached his limit. He was not sure how Olivia was faring, so he was about to return to Dragon Tiger Mountain to find her when he sensed a faint killing intent.

“You knowing who I am must mean that you’re all right now. I’m glad that you were able to get through this, and I’m sure you’ve got a wonderful life ahead of you now that the toughest part has passed.” Chuck parted his lips h and an extremely soft voice came out of his mouth. “What are you doing here? Where are we? Shouldn’t I be in prison?” Rue smiled. “This is the hospital, silly boy. You’re not in prison anymore.” “How did I get here?” “Adrian sent you here.” “Adrian? H-He’s alive?” Chuck asked. His voice was extremely hoarse and raspy. In fact, Rue would not have known what he was saying if she had not leaned in close.

“Chuck’s alive. Barely.” Alexander paced near the reinforced door, Maya leaning against him for support. The new parents looked shell-shocked, their joy over Julian’s birth already poisoned by fresh violence. Minutes later, the side entrance burst open. Two security officers carried Chuck inside on a makeshift stretcher. His clothes were charred and melted in places. Severe burns covered his left arm and part of his torso. His face was blistered, one eye swollen shut. The smell of burnt flesh hit me like a physical blow.

Chuck chuckled. “It was getting interesting” Shira protested and Chuck laughed again. He now looked very tired. He yawned and closed his eyes. “Shira…” He called quietly. “Yes, Chucky?” “Can you promise me something?” He still had his eyes closed but sounded very serious. “Anything, Chuck” She said, sitting up on her chair. “If I die, will you and Mum promise not to grieve for too long?”