Disclaimer: I don't own The Maze Runner Trilogy or its characters. All rights belong to James Dashner.
They had come for him. My mother had used her last moments of sanity to sign the form that ordered her son to be put into their custody.
"Where are you taking him?" I asked
"That information is classified." They told me.
"Can I ask you something?" I queried.
"Yes, but make it quick." They answered clearly annoyed.
I was only twelve years old at the time. Why did my silly questions matter to them?
"Can you keep his name the same?" I gestured towards my brother, who they were escorting out the door.
"What is his name?" They questioned.
"Minho." I replied.
"Sure." They answered, shoved my brother out the door, and slammed the door behind them.
I sank to my knees. I was completely alone now. My father had gone insane a few years ago, followed by my mother just two months back. Now they've taken my older brother. I have no one else left.
