Prologue
All rights to the characters and to the "basic idea" (books / films) are by James Dashner. The fanfiction refers to the plot of the book "The Maze Runner" with slight influences from the film.
There is a trilogy and a spin-off planned.
I would be very happy about constructive criticism, but of course also about praise; )
I´m from Germany, so my English isn´t the best, but I hope you´ll understand my text. If I did a mistake (e.g. tense, grammar, vocabulary,…) feel welcome to improve it.
I want to write this fanfiction in English for improving my language skills.
Xo, Seoyoung (I know, it isn´t a typical German name, but some of my ancestors are from Korea…)
Prologue-See You Again
And what's small turned to a friendship
A friendship turned to a bond
And that bond will never be broken
The love will never get lost
-Wiz Khalifa, See You Again-
I am shocked. I do not want him to go. Not there. I do not want him to suffer the same fate as the poor subjects. I helped the volunteers before. I have violated the rules of ANGST. Since then, I've been under surveillance as never before, nobody dares me more, not even Thomas and Teresa. But they go too far with that. I run through the brightly lit hallways of the laboratory complex, coming up against heavily armed soldiers who ignore me. The filtered air is dry. I continue running through the complex corridor system, which I only know because I have spent most of my life here. I enter the lock between laboratory and office complex. The doors close at a snail's pace and I chew impatiently on my lower lip. Can not that be faster? I sense the shallow breeze telling me that the air is being cleaned so the virus can not infect the other complexes. The draft stops and slowly the automatic sliding door opens. She has not even half opened, so I'm already outside and run in the direction of the command centre. There they seem to have expected me, the entire government staff is there, Ava Paige and Janson are at the head of a long white table around which many whispering suits crowd. I look around for Thomas and Teresa, they are also there, which adds to my anger, sadness and confusion. "How could you?" This is more of a rhetorical question, but all MPs fall silent. After my sprint, breathing is still hard for me, it's the only thing you can hear. "How could you?" I repeat my question. "That was against the agreement!" A sadistic smile flits across Janson's face. "We are very sorry to disappoint you, but as a variable he was never out of the game, not from the beginning. Even our little 'dealings' did not change that. "I'm very angry. Only a few meters to the right of me is a trolley. I walk towards him with purposeful strides and step powerfully against it. That does not make the whole situation any better, but I have to let some pressure off, otherwise I would strangle the next best hypocritical-looking deputy. The porcelain clinks and the water carafe falls clattering to the ground and shatters there to hundreds of pieces. "I hate them all!" I shout, wiping Janson's stupid grin off her face. "But my dear," Chancellor Paige says with a calming undertone in her voice, "we agreed that WICKED is good." I have nothing to say. I realized that I would not achieve anything if I raged through the entire command centre like a kamikaze. The anger still seethes in me, but I know that they will not return it to me again. So I give myself harmless, valley subdued the head. "Yes, Miss," I answer in a whisper and fix the tips of my white shoes. "May I at least see him again," I ask in a whisper. You can literally hear the grin in Paige's voice. "But of course Miss. Teresa and Thomas will accompany you. "I hear footsteps approaching and gently being led out of the room by both of them. There is an oppressive silence between us. Once Thomas starts to say something, but quickly falls silent again. Only Teresa can get a whispered "I'm sorry". But that does not help anymore. I do not want to hear any apology, especially from her. She told me then why I am in this mess today. After a few minutes we stand in front of a Plexiglas door and Thomas holds his wrist in front of the scanner in the door frame, whereupon it opens quietly. And there he is. He is already lying on the couch, tied to his arms, legs and stomach with plastic straps, so that he can not defend himself. The creepy metal equipment that implanted the chip to us, so that he no longer memories of his former life hard, no memories to me. When he hears my footsteps on the hard linoleum floor, he turns his head in my direction and we look us straight in the eye. How I missed him! I run to him and put my arms around his neck. My eyes are burning with tears and I try to push them back. "I love you," he whispers, and I press my lips in response to his. He tastes good, I missed him so much. "I'm so sorry," I whisper as we parted. "Me too." His eyes are on me. "But we will meet again. Sometime. Somewhere. We'll make it. "The lump in my throat keeps getting bigger and I think I can not hold back tears for long. I rest my head on his chest as I have done hundreds of times before. His heartbeat is regular and familiar. He begins to narrate, as if not only to reassure me, but also to himself. Each of his words of history hurts me more and more, it is not some story, it is our story. He talks about our initial quarrels, but we still could not keep our fingers off each other. How we got closer and closer ... The door is being brutally torn open and I am roughly pulled away from it. A nurse is working on the apparatus. "No," I gasp. That could not have been it. The tears that have accumulated during my story behind my eyelids now flow unhindered. "No!", I shriek hysterically, but are held back by strong arms. Thomas. I start fiercely beating, scratching and screaming. Meanwhile, the apparatus has finally lowered to his head. It's too late, but I still scream. The last thing I hear is Teresa's voice along with a needle that drills into my upper arm. "She is a perfect variable."
-half a year later-
The equipment lowers over my head and everything turns black around me.