Hey. Hi. Hello.

I just finished reading The Maze Runner by James Dashner and loved it. I can not wait to see the movie :3 But anyway, while I was reading this idea popped into my head and I could not let it pass by so I decided to give it a shot :D This is going to be a Thomas/OC but anyway I hope you enjoy the prologue of my new story, The Lost Girl.

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Several Months Earlier…

Keep running.

I have to keep running, The girl gritted her teeth as she sprinted down the corridor of the maze. She turned right and than making a sharp left in what she hoped was the right direction back. Her heart felt it was going to burst out of her chest but she couldn't stop running. The girl turned her head, a small scream escaping her lips when she saw that two Grievers were behind her now. The mechanically clicking and whirring sound of the creatures made grew louder as they gained on her. She looked over her shoulder to see that one of the Griever's spikes were poking out of it's disgusting moist looking skin and one of it's claws was stretched out, reaching for her.

I can't run anymore.. I have to stop..

"Keep running, Nora!"

Nora looked up at the sound of Minho's voice. The Asian boy was several feet, sprinting in front of her. Just ahead the West Doorway back into the Glade was wide open but not for much longer. The sun had been setting for the last longer. It was minutes before the doors closed and she would have to spend the night in the Maze. Dread filled her mind at the very thought.

I'm not going to make it. I am going to die in here.

"I can't," She somehow gasped. Nora was so out of breath that she was surprised that the words were even able to escape her lips.

"Come on, you shank," Minho yelled at her, glancing over his shoulder again, "We're almost there."

"I can't."

Minho sprinted through the doorway into the Glade. Nora pushed her legs a little harder but it was so use. There was a loud boom, shaking the maze floor and causing her to stumble over her feet. It slowed her down. Nora thought one of the Grievers let out a little shriek and something sharp sliced her arm. Nora hissed, the blood seeping from the cut down towards her wrist but kept running. She looked back to the Glade and paled.

The Doors were closing.

She wasn't going to make it.

"Nora," Minho yelled again, his eyes wide with panic. He turned and started screaming towards the other Gladers that were sure to be sprinting from the Homestead. Alby, Newt and Gally were the first to reach Minho's side, all of frozen in place, their eyes wide with horror and panic as they watched Nora. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at the boys that had become her family.

"I'm sorry," She mouthed to them, tears falling down her tan cheeks.

Newt's blue eyes widened, the first of the group to understand what Nora was about to do.

"Don't do it, Nora," He screamed but it was too late. The West Door slammed shut.

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Owly