Chapter One:
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A/N: It's been a long time coming guys, I should of had this posted up ages ago. I admit it, it took eighteen rewrites till I found what I could be proud of to present. So thanks to the readers and a good friend from here that help me get the ball rolling. Enjoy.
What is time? A motionless void of entropy? Fatal fragments of voices alarmed. Fear, excitement or pure entrapment. No matter what sounds rings out, this body of mine won't wake. Eventually everything becomes still, no longer churning a stomach that can't vomit. Whatever the world of the waking, I can feel the attempt to seize the chance to break free. Those are null and futile foolish endeavors. Still ever so witty, this isn't going to be one of those moments where I can glance victory.
Is this death? Or something more foul and odious? Either way it doesn't matter much, I'm just a strung up puppet to the whims of fate. Deep down I always knew if I closed my eyes during the flight they would never open again. Now in the timeless epoch, the only thing bequeath to me is the power to lament. 'Im sorry…' I cry to everyone and no one. At least freedom was here for the others. It's something I can take solace in this remaining brudgeoning remembrance. Soon everything will fade away, and I'm okay with this...
I'm just trading the living for the dead, who are waiting for me. Orwell, Toven, Chuck, Craft, Steven, Quint, Raphael and yes you Nox I'll see you all soon enough.
The void suddenly becomes calm as a door becomes apparent. It's in the middle of the nothingness. Something is very welcoming about it that I apporch it with mild hesitation. Placing my left hand on the doorknob, a sharp chill crawls up my spine. It halts my being, fear trickles over my body. Removing my hand, the fear is gone. Why am I afraid? Prehaps I'm not ready for what's behind the door. No just yet I suppose.
Whatever is behind the door remains unseen. Prehaps it's something I shouldn't see. Maybe is it the fear of the unknown that prevents me. Alas the void can't be tricked unfortunately. The transparent door begins to fade before I could deliberate on a decision. Now there is darkness more so from the start. Soon even the darkness becomes obscene and obscured. Leaving behind a gaping nothingness...
In this nothingness I've become weightlessness. Soon I find myself plummeting to a slightly illuminated marble pattern floor. I descend towards an undeterminable amount of height. Strip of a voice to convey terror I toss and flip as I end up falling back first. Faster and faster I go reaching which I presume is terminal velocity. The only peace I have to cling on to, is that I'll be joining my friends. All I can do is now watch over the others, when I get where ever this phantasmagorical afterlife leads to.
'No matter what happens, I promise to find a cure.' I hear a voice in the dark say after untold amounts of time passed as I go crashing into this empty abyss of erasure..
WICKED Email, 232.2.01, Time 21:00 Recipient: Unknown
Sender: Chancellor, Ava Paige
Subject: Change of plans.
Due to the complexity of our newly found research, and the retrieval of an rouge Maze Trial, dubbed the Drone. Our compendium of subjects have risen by a small margin, yet now I'm face between classifying those who will go on. And those who are just meat in the room.
Groups A&B are now classified as Candidates. The remainder are subjects to be used at a later time. Lastly I've devised new variables for Ross, so I'd like if he was separated from Thomas and the others. We mustn't lose him to the Right Arm who's been a thorn at our side. It would be disastrous for our organization as well as our research. That's is all for now.