Hi guys! So this is my first story that i've written in a while and I'm still a bit rusty. So I'm sorry if there is many errors. This Maze Runner fanfiction will contain elements from both the movie and the books as well as my own. There will be major character deaths as well as mentions about suicide and violence. I will put warnings at the top of the chapters that contain these. I will gladly accept constructive criticism and anyone who wants to help me with editing as I have mild dyslexia. So not everything is going to be perfect all the time. Thank-you guys and I hope you enjoy (:


Everything is dark.

Metal was grinding against metal; the floor moved with a jolt beneath me waking me up as I began gasping for air. My lungs straining as I was coughing for air almost as if I had been submerged in water.

But there is no water, just darkness.

With another jolt I grab on to the iron grate that is the floor and look down. Blue lights are flashing past, from the top of the cage, down to the bottom. It is then that I realise, that I am moving up.

As if the cage had known that I had come to this realisation, it began to move faster.

Florence I thought. My name is Florence. It was the only thing I could remember about myself. Nothing came to mind about who my parents were, where I was from or even why I was in this dark cage.

A noise comes from my right bringing me out of my thoughts; it's a soft clucking. I stand up and begin to look at my surroundings as my eyes begin to adjust to the low lighting.

Looking around I notice that I am surrounded by crates and some barrels all bearing the same initials: W.C.K.D. that doesn't sound all too familiar. There are some ropes on the floor as well as some sacks.

Some rustling and more clucking bring my attention back to the crates: one in particular. I step cautiously closer to the unknown object covered by a sheet. Hesitantly I begin to pull the sheet away. Four beady eyes look right at me, followed by more clucking. Chickens I thought, two of them.

I drop the sheet as another sudden jolt knocks me to the floor. And the cage moves even faster.

The lights that were once a soft blue are now a bright green. Looking up, the once seemingly long never-ending tunnel had an end after all and the cage was hurtling toward it at a fast pace. Gripping the iron grate floor, panic began to seize my throat.

I was going to die.

Closing my eyes as the end got closer a sob tore from me. Why? I thought. Why would someone do this to me? Had I been a bad person? Did I deserve this or was someone just being plain cruel. All of a sudden with a final and massive jolt I am tossed around on the floor as the cage comes to a stop.

An alarm blares loudly making me cover my ears. Looking up I see that the ceiling is made of two rusted panels that connect together right though the middle.

There is a loud groaning sound coming from above me as if these two panels haven't been moved apart in years.

Then there is a click, the panels move open and a stream of bright light enters from above blinding me.


I own nothing but Florence and parts of the plot. The rest is all thanks to the wonderful James Dashner.