Thank you for reading this story. Before you start, a small warning: I saw the movie 1time. In order to write my fanfiction, I modify the environment. It is BASED on the Maze Runner directed by Wes Ball, based on James Dashner and follow the same ideas –or close by-, but I added and changed some characters. I really liked the movie and believe the book is amazing, however I am a beginner in writing and had to know all of the Word I was working on. So I did various changes. Now you know :D

Please enjoy and feel free to post comment if you like it!

Prologue

*Cold.

The icy kiss of metal against my cheek makes it feel numb. Or was it the diffuse sensation waking up my skin and pushing me on the edge of conscience that made me feel this way?

After all, the cold against my face was the only thing I could feel.

Was I dead? They say that you grow colder and colder when life is leaving you. And that you are losing all the sensation, all the pain of your charnel envelope. I send my conscience do a check on my body.

According to the furious pain under my skull, I guess that was not the end for me.

"Ughhh…" a moan escaped my lips

The pain was unbearable, giving me the feeling someone was trying to explode my head with a hammer. From within. I shut my eyes tighter, trying unsuccessfully to control the pain and the nauseous feeling.

I could hear my blood bumping at my temps.

Boum Boum Boum rrrr Boum Boum rrrrr Boum.

Wait, that is a strange sound, even for the worst headache ever. I thought.

Slowly, I realized that my blood was not the only one screaming in my ears. A more mechanical sounds was echoing it. With the best courage I could gathered, I opened an eye and got a glimpse of my immediate surroundings…..before shutting it down again.

Face against the floor, the only thing I saw was the floor, composed of a thick and frozen grille that was used and greasy.

"God…" I sighed

That was not the state of the floor that made my call a superior entity. No. But the fact that between the bars, I could see what was under.

Or what was not. I sarcastically completed mentally.

No real floor, nothing. Just an empty and deep endless tunnel. And I was on the top of that.

At the same moment, I realized what my subconscious was trying to let me know, but that was way too busy trying to make it shut up, to listen. I was in movement. Well, not me, but the cage I was in.

A survival –and probably sadistic- instinct, pushed me to open my eyes again to analyse more of my surroundings. With effort, I tried to open my left eye. The pain made me renounce. Better than thinking I was giving up, I told myself I was letting it rest, one eye is more than enough, the cage was not that big after all.

Not brave enough to face what was not under me, I roll on my side with a groan. I found myself facing wood boxes where was painted WICKED on majuscule white letter.

Why was that familiar? Where did I ever saw that? When I started to try to remember I realized something scarier. I had no idea of where I was coming from.

I didn't have any time to think about the last part that my cage stopped suddenly, strongly enough to make me wince in pain.

In panic, I frankly looked around me. Was I blocked here? Left here to die?

The cage/elevator was scary, but at least, giving me the vague impression that I was going somewhere. Now I was stopped in the middle of nothing, having just the dim red light coming from somewhere on the boxes to light my miserable cage.

My heart started to beat so furiously I had the feeling it will just stop, cutting all the connections with the other organs, my breathe became hasty and I felt the cold sweat in my back, gluing my tee-shirt on my torso.

With the same abruptness than the cage had stopped with, a stabbing white light pierced my eyes, making me remember all of my still painful headache.

I raised an arm to protect my face, trying to hide my eyes in the shadow.

At least sounds like I have arrived som…I started to think.

Interrupting my thoughts, a piercing voice made me realize I was not alone anymore. It took me some seconds to focus on it, missing the beginning of the sentence.

"…. not supposed to arrive before another 10 days. What does it mean?!" Exclaimed a deep voice.

The voice was actually deeper than my aching skull was making me believe. And actually, I was quite agreeing with his owner. What the fuck was the meaning of all that?

I forced myself to let my arm go down. My eyes still hurt but I needed to understand what was happening here. My vision was blurry and wet. I gripped the corner of the cage, raising my body little by little to feel less powerless.

"Well, I would like some explanation t…." I pushed my voice out.

Weaker than expected, sounding like I didn't talk for an eternity. A cough interrupt me, reminding me with success why I was trying to avoid moving around. I reflexively put my hand on my mouth and realize that all my face was wet.

What the…..? I freaked out when I brought my hand back in front of my eyes.

It was red on my palm. Blood.

BOUM

A sudden movement make the cage tremble. In panic, I raised my head and grab the cage more tightly with my other hand, forgetting the bloody one, to look at my opponent.

"What did you…?!" I groaned at the indistinct form.

"Ohhhhhh! He needs the med guys!" A powerful voice interrupt me

He? Who?

"He is covered of blood!" finished the first voice.

"Well get him out of here genius." interrupted a sarcastic voice from outside my view answering to the first one, echoed by some laugh.

"I know that! Come here greenie."

I understand that I was supposed to be the greenie, according to the hand he was presenting to me.

His movement made me push myself in the corner even more.

The one facing me was starting to get pissed of.

I push myself even harder in the corner, not really sure that it would be safe to follow them.

"Oy, I'm not going to wait for you. Come here, don't make me come for you!" He said angrier, starting to advance toward me in a threatened way.

And there it was too much. I was cold, hurt, my head was going to kill me, and these people, well at least this one, wanted to bring me somewhere else, threatening me. I was not confident in the idea of moving around so I did the easiest thing. I push myself from the corner and bite his hand as hard as I could.

"AAAAAAH! You son of a …." Screamed the guy.

I could feel his blood in my mouth.

Don't go down without a fight, never. I told myself.

The man, kicked me in the stomach, throwing me back in my corner. I was still smiling when I passed out. According to my physical condition, it was better than nothing. I hurt one. I tasted his blood. Ok, I was passing out, but at least, I didn't look like the terrified weak and lost girl that I really was.