Story started: 22 August, 2017

The Maze Runner is owned by the amazing James Dashner, this is merely a retake on the plot

'The trouble is not dying for a friend. But finding a friend worth dying for.'
- Mark Twain

232.1.5 | 10:03 A.M.

Everything was perfect- everything. Until my last night alive.

"Yoo hoo," Marnie said, shaking me up "You're late for the running schnick. Ya'know, for the new stick. What's her name... Rachel, yeah. Rachel" She gave a nod of confirmation, quite proud of herself. She had never been so swell at names. "Yeah, I suppose I better get up, huh?" was my response. She rolled her eyes before slumping back down on her hammock, disappointed in me for not waking up earlier. When, in fact, it was her nubbin' fault, she didn't bother to wake me up. She knows far too well that I'm not capable of doing it myself!

I stayed in bed for another five minutes, in that weird stage between sleep and consciousness. I would've stayed there longer, in the comfort of my own sheets if Marnie didn't start jumping on me. "If you don't get up now, Lia, Harriet will come and snatch you up right out of your bed and drag you into the maze, and you're half naked!"
All I could respond with was a sleepy "mhm" followed by a snide remark, "I bet you like that, huh, Marn?" She kicked me in the side, I pretended I didn't feel it, when it hurt like bloody Hell itself.

A couple of minutes later I opened my eyes, stood up (although quite wobbly) and made my way over to the inland's drawers. All the while, Marnie was still ranting to me. I Just heard muffled sounds, I still wasn't fully awake yet. "Marnie, I love you and all," My voice was croaky, so I just let my talking clear it. I saw her ears perk up out of the corner of my eyes, I giggled. I loved it when they did that ", but could you shut your nubbin' mouth hole?"
"Just trying to help," she frowned like an angry child wanting something that they can't get, sitting with her legs crossed and arms folded on the hammock. I stuck my tongue out at her as I pulled out some skin-tight Jeans and a tank top.

"Amelia?"
"Yes?"
"Don't do anything stupid. I almost mucked myself when you got stuck in the maze the last time. Okay?"
"You're lucky to have me," I retorted, smirking.
"You didn't answer my question, promise me you won't leave me ever again?" She was dead serious. I wasn't.
"I don't make promises I can't keep." We both grew silent
"I hate you." Marnie murmured, loud enough so that I could hear.
"Awe, thanks sweetie, I hate you too!" I blew her a sarcastic kiss, she caught it and chucked it into the bin in the corner of the room. I sniggered at how genuinely mad she was at me.

I pulled on my jeans, threw on my top and put my dirty blonde hair up into a high ponytail. "You look gorgeous!" Marnie forenamed, seemingly lightening up, I just laughed half-heartedly. "Like you never do," I snorted, "you can't just shower me in complements now, missy." She grimaced sarcastically, giving me the finger. I returned the polite gesture back before kissing her 'goodbye'.
"I love you," She smiled as I grazed her lips, teasing her.
"I hate to say it, right back at cha'." I whispered, grinning. She pulled me closer and wrapped her arms around me, our noses touching. We kissed. I don't know how long for, but it was quite a while, I loved every moment. She eventually pulled away and frowned at me, twiddling a loose piece of hair that fell in front of my ears
"I'll miss you." She breathed. I just rolled my eyes and pushed her back, lightly, not too violently.
"Look, I know I'm not usually gone on a Friday, calm your bloody mucker. We'll have time tonight to do whatever we please," I winked ", I'm gonna be back, alright? I'm tough, Captain of the Clickers, I don't know why you're getting so worried, I do this every day." I reassured her. Marnie never liked me running the Maze. She always presumes the worst will happen. Her arms crossed and her eyebrows cocked, somewhat judging me "I'm not worried, whoever said that ya' stick? I just don't like you galloping around, without a care in the world, in a really dangerous area." She loosened her arms when she saw the look I gave her. A 'what the damn hell?' Kinda look. Marnie shook her head, stood up and opened the door, gesturing for me to leave the Inland. "You always have a bad feeling about everything. Negative Nancy," I retorted ", maybe it's just depression?"
"Lia, don't joke about that, it's serious! Anyway, you have somewhere to be. Bye now!" She made a long face and waved at me, obviously, she'd had enough of my sarcasm.
"Wow, you're a bit eager to get rid of me aintcha?"
"Now, where did you get that impression? Oh! Here, don't forget this."
She handed me the wooden sculpture, an airplane I possessed ever since I came up to the Glade, two years prior. I kept it as a lucky charm. Everyone always questioned it. They had nothing on them when they came up. But why would I know?
"Thanks, lamb."
I smiled at her, pecked her on the nose as one last kiss and ran for the Clickers Shack.

All the other Clickers had seemed to have gone already, probably with their leader, Harriet's, instructions. If not, those pansycakes were dead meat. I noticed that Rachel was already there, seated on a little bench outside the clickers shack. I was just jogging on, saving my energy for the maze and talking to the little bugger that was Rachel. There was probably going to be a lot more answering than running. I waved at Sonya as I went by. Funny girl, she was, I liked her all the same. When I got ultimately got there, I saw Rachel opening her mouth, ready to give me a lecture, I just ignored her and jogged straight inside the shack, pulling out things we needed.

"Finally," Rachel said, loud enough so that I could hear, "you'd think that the Captain clickers would run much faster than that, and get up a lot quicker, too." I popped my head out of the shack and kicked her in her arse. Stepping out, I threw my hand in her face and shook my head. "You don't understand, I usually get up really early. Today was supposed to my day off, I'd spend it with Marnie, but thanks to you stick, I have to teach you how to simply run through a maze!" I said sternly. She looked down at the ground and shuffled her feet, whispering
'sorry' over and over. No one could resist laughing at her plod face if they saw it! I'd never had someone feel bad for me before. I had it pretty much perfect in the Glade. Everyone knew me, everyone liked me. I had an amazing girlfriend, I had the best job, I couldn't help but chuckle "Hey, why are you laughing?" Rachel gave me a snide look.
"You would too if you saw your schnick face!"My laughs died down after a couple of seconds, a little giggle here and there. Her face was still frozen in a confused expression.
"You sounded just like a dying pig!" She began to giggle too when I clapped her round the head, chortling painfully. After a few minutes of pointing at each other, laughing, Rachel got fed up and half-laughed, half-said "we should probably get running, I need to learn to get my way around, having fun doesn't stop time." Nodding, I stood, propping the Shacks door open with a slab of wood. I let it steady itself and waltzed inside.
"Okay. Come on, let's get our equipment, warp up and head off." And we did.

About an hour later, we were quite deep into the maze. Surprisingly, Rachel didn't ask many questions, just followed me and copied the things I did. This went on for about an hour or two before we stopped in a corner of section five, and sat to eat our sandwiches that Sally had made earlier. "How do you know how to get back? There's so many walls 'n' shit." Rachel asked, intrigued. I shrugged, smirking.
"I don't. I never do. It's all a lie. I always have to find my way back by running in all these different directions. You'll never learn. It changes every night," that was true, "I still don't know where to go. We could die any minute." that was true, as well.
"No, I don't buy it. Well, yeah, we could die. But when we survived that night in the Maze, you knew exactly where you were going! Don't pull this bull-crap with me!"
"For gods sake! There's seriously no one I can joke around with anymore! Everyone knows I'm always joking. And all the Newbies latch on like leaches!" Rachel lowered her legs, knitting her eyebrows. "Anyway, have you seen me chopping vines down for the past two hours?" Rachel nodded, her face still stuffed with food. "Yeah," she said, gulping down the last spot of bread, "I thought you did that for fun. Before you say anything, I realized like twenty minutes ago, you're cutting them to find your way back!" I shook my head, still ready to pick on her.
"Just for fun? Are you nubbin' me? I do a lot of things 'just for fun!' But cutting vines? That's not one of 'em. Sounds like something Harriet would do, though."
We finished up, throwing our remaining bits and bobs back in our backpacks, then getting up and running a couple more miles, mocking one another as we went.

"I'm wiped out," Rachel stated, "How are you still going?" I shrugged and opened my mouth to reply.
"well I-"
"actually, don't answer that" I put my palm to my forehead and slowed down a little bit.
"Hey, how 'bout I give you something to run towards?" Rachel raised her eyebrows, clearly interested. I got where she was coming from, Clicking is quite boring if you have no goal.
"Go on then, start talking!" She nudged me, obviously awakened in what I had to offer. I mean, who wouldn't be, I'm so intriguing.
Just kidding.
I do that a lot.
Joke.
"I know we're not supposed to go outta this section but I'm sure we'll get away with it just this time." I beckoned Rachel backwards as I began to run in the opposite direction.
"Wait," Rachel shouted, sprinting after me, "where are we going?"
"Section eight!"

We ran on, turning and twisting at each corner, I did it naturally, while Rachel stumbled after me. I had to give her credit, though. She was better than me when I started. We then finally came to a halt, after three more hours. I was sweating, but there was no heavy breathing, no patchiness and no dirt, praise the lord.
"I'm confused about how you don't look like a rotten cow after running... well- it must've been over 1,500 miles!" Rachel gawked, panting. Her face was a bright vermilion colour.
"1,500 miles. have you been asleep for the last couple of hours? And thanks, Newbie. I guess you get used to it," I tossed Rachel a quick smile before grabbing her hand and wearisomely dragging her over to the Maze end. "This way!"I sung as we turned a corner, "one more bend and we're there. Then we can go back and start again in the morning, Newbie." I let go of Rachel's wrist when I had to cut off a vine from the walls, on purposely having it plonk down on Rachel's head before it fell to the ground.
"Ow! You did that intentionally, I know you did. And... stop calling me Newbie, that guy in the coma's the new Newbie," Rachel looked behind us and frowned, "It's a long way back, huh?"
"It's worth it, for what you're about to see!"

As we turned the last corner, she froze. Standing in-front of... well... nought.

"What the heck? When- Where does- It's nothing... nothing's there..."
We were facing, as Rachel said, nothing. The stone wall just ended. It lead into the sky, pretty much. Again, I shrugged. as if it were nothing. It practically was nothing. But when you've seen it so many times, it gets old. Clickers have searched it through and through, but it's just an empty void. Possibly something the creators missed out, forgot to implement.
"Thought you might want to see it. Don't tell Marnie or Harriet that we were here, okay? They'll kick the hoo harr out 'o' me," Rachel nodded in amazement, not taking her gaze off the nothingness before us. "Earth to Rachel. You in there?"
Rachel shook her head and turned back to me, nodding. "I thought this was just a cool little thing I could show you, I didn't know you'd get this mesmerized."
She grinned
"This is amazing..." She lightly pushed Amelia, "This could mean something? It could be our way out!"
"It's the only thing us Clickers have found in the past year, kinda sad, actually. And, we've checked this abyss far and wide. It ain't nothing special." I sat at the edge of the Maze, Rachel doing the same seconds after. Just staring into the open cesspool of hollowing blankness below them.
"Have you ever thought," Rachel started, "about where the Grievers come from?" Of course I did, but I wasn't going to purposely spend a night in the Maze to find out. I already had with the stick sitting beside me, but we didn't find anything. So, I bumped my shoulders up, shuffling around in my place, kicking my dangling legs.
"Yeah, and if you're thinking they come from here, I'm not about to check. Plus, why does it matter where they come from?"
"Well, I mean- where ever there's a way in, there's a way out."
"I don't think it works like that," I tightened my ponytail, "if they do come from here, where? There's no place for them to come from. And, again, if they do come from here, I don't think we would be able to get in the place they come from. There might not even be a way out. The Grievers are probably just charged there or some shit."
"But if we can get down there, and in the day, when they aren't turned on, we could break their charges. And if we camp down there, the creators or someone must come to fix them!"
"You're insane.
"But I could be right!" She could be. At that point, all hope was lost in escaping the Maze.
"Only a stick would have a mindset like that."

I huffed and crossed my legs, moving away from the edge of the world, it seemed.
"Sure, maybe only a stick would think like that," I sniggered at Rachel trying to use the Glades slang so swiftly, "but what if that stick was right?" Rachel added, nudging me with her elbow.
"Then that stick would be a very lucky stick indeed."
"We all know how lucky we are, though. Especially after surviving a night in the Maze. What I'm trying to say here is never trust your eyes, ever. Not in the Glade, anyway." Rachel was wise, but she didn't sound it at the time. Logic wasn't applied to the Maze.
"So now you're telling me my eyes are lying to me? Rachel- there's nothing there you schnick" I stood up and shook my head, gaping at her stupidity. Which, in reality, was intelligent stupidity.

"I don't know, have you tried throwing something at it?" She asked, picking up a pebble by the side of the Maze.
"No, idiot."
"Then why give up? You have run the same way, same time, every day. What's the point anymore? If you're not going to try anything new then why do it?" Rachel pushed on, thinking she was getting somewhere.
"Listen, Captain," I joked, making a weak salute, "if there was something new to do, we'd try it. I swear. This plod hole has been here for ages, and nothing is in it!" I was genuinely astonished at how dumb I thought Rachel was being.
"Alright, alright- have you tried sending someone down there with a rope of some sort?"
I nodded impatiently.
"You name it, we've tried it. And if you're wondering what happened, pitiable Tilly fell to her death. Or so we think. She kinda just disappeared. Although, we heard her screaming."
Rachel lowered her head in respect.
"Have you tried-"
I cut her off
"Yes"
She rolled her eyes "What about-"
"Don't you get it? We've tried everything!" I was getting so annoyed, my voice raised, clearly pissed off at Rachel's positiveness.
"I have my doubts about that, Amy!" I looked at her sharply, wanting to push her off the cliff gravely. I hated being called Amy. I don't know why. Maybe it was too girlie? Maybe it meant something deeper to me that just a nickname. Who knew.
"Ask Angela, ask Sonya, ask Harriet, ask frickin' Marnie for all I care! I'm just saying, there's nothin' here, like you said when we first got here," I laughed in frustration, "and don't call me Amy, that's a sissy's name. And I ain't no sissy!"
Rachel rolled her eyes and got up, intentionally jolting into my shoulder as she headed towards her rucksack. I merely wistfully stared off into the end- not knowing what to say or when to say it. Rachel waited patiently for me to stop staring at nothing. Hereafter, Rachel got bored and started tapping her foot, humming; trying to take my attention off whatever it was on.
"Amelia!" Rachel snapped her fingers, putting her left foot up against one of many walls in the maze. "It's getting late, we're gonna have to set off, back to the Glade. We don't want to be stuck in here together... again." I nodded, knowing she was right. She was almost always right. I Fleetly took my eyes of the annihilation of the Maze laying in front of me.
"You're right, let's g-"

"Amelia!" Rachel screamed, grabbing me by my green top and wrenching me towards the wall the was leaning on. A shot of panic flood through me when she screamed. I could only imagine what was behind me. Until I heard the whirrs and the clicks. It was a Griever, a big one at that, clawing its way through the Maze corridor, leg by leg, click by whirr. I only had time to turn around and try to fight. There was nothing I could do otherwise. Sprinting away wan't an option, it'd be faster. But Rachel still had time.
"Run!" I screeched, shooing Rachel away.
"Without you?!" Rachel yelled back, kicking the Griever now too, snapping one of it's thinner legs.
"Yes, you plod! I'll be fine!"
"Are you kidding me? If I didn't leave you the last time, I'm not gonna do it again!"
I let out a scream as the Griever pierced me in the arm. I flipped out the largest knife I had in my back-pocket, and rushed into the Griever, stabbing it over and over, dodging its electric pincers.
"You do piss me off sometimes," I said, surprisingly calm pending on a life or death situation. I knew I wasn't going to survive this, so why get the anxiety pumping? It would just lead to a worse death. No, I was going out with a bang. "Just go, okay? Tell Marnie and Angela what happened, call a gathering, I'll be fine," lie, "we need one witness and that's going to be you. Besides, you're not stung!" I winked at Rachel, smiling. How in the world was I smiling at that standpoint? I still don't know.
"You're stung?!" Rachel cried, still fighting off the Griever.
"Positive," I pointed to mu back where a huge incision was made, "just go, please. Tell Marnie I love her if I don't make it," pause, "which I will!"
God, how many lied could I tell this poor girl?
Rachel tried to fight back the tears in her eyes, nodding as she slipped away from the Grievers grip and followed the chopped vines that lined the floor, leaving her friend to die, probably. She tried not to listen as she heard me crying by virtue of the agony. Tears swelled, as Rachel had just given up everything she stood for; she left someone behind.

I kept fighting on, no matter how badly injured I was, no matter how much blood sweat and tears I had shed, I kept going. If I was going to die, I would have to die proudly. The Griever impaled me several times. I groaned, trying to continue the battle. But I couldn't. At the last puncture, I was down. Blood came dripping out of my mouth, I gurgled, coughing up teeth and other disturbing substances. My head hit the stone floor of the maze with a loud 'thump'. I was emotionless, the beast had drained every little drop of responsiveness out of my body. And just like that, I was gone.
I had been defeated, for the very first time.

"No!" An unknown man cried, holding his head in his hands, "this wasn't meant to happen. She was supposed to make it until the end of the trials!"
He called for a woman named Dr. Crawford. She scooted over on her tiptoes, pursing her lips. "Noah, don't worry," She said calmly, leaning over the supposedly dead girl, "She'll be okay. I bet she isn't completely bloodless yet!"
Noah shook his head and glared at the life gone girl that lied before him.
"What are you suggesting?" Noah turned to Dr. Crawford and scowled.
"I'm suggesting we do some simple little stitching, polishing and bam!" she made an exploding gesture with her hands, "back to normal. All we have to do then is send her back up!" She smiled a menacing smile, eyeing the 17-year-old girl.
"Fiona, we can't just send her back up like nothing happened! Earhart just died and as far as we know, Rachel is still alive and has told the other female Gladers-"
"Yes," A younger girl called in the background, cutting him off. She was sitting behind a line of computers with another line of people on her row, "It's true, Rachel made it out alive. Tom shut down the Grievers when Earhart died so they didn't kill anyone else. May I mention the Grievers coming out earlier in the day was not any of our fault, it was a glitch in the system that couldn't've been done my anyone in here. Far too complicated. I'm sure everything will be back to normal in no time!" Noah nodded in thanks, as did Fiona.
"Thank you, Millie, thank Tom, too!" Dr. Crawford said in a pitchy voice.
Noah grunted, fed up with everything going on, as Fiona continued on like Millie hadn't interrupted.
"We could just simply reset the day, Noah. Make everyone forget the past 24 hours!"
Noah rubbed the tip of his brow, sighing.
"I suppose," he stood up straight, "what about the girl?"
Fiona rolled her eyes, frustrated at the fact that he wasn't getting it.
"Like I said, call the medics, they'll sort it. She'll be put to sleep about twenty minutes before we send her back up. Tell Chancellor Paige on the way. I'm sure she knows already, but let's not skip her."
"Bu-"
"And, we'll reset her memory a day, too. Happy?" She asked, tapping her foot impatiently.
"If we reset the girls a day, yes I'm happy. Especially since the women are a little ahead of the boys. A month or so. All in good work, since it applies to the trials, but we could shorten them a little. Okay, we've got to get this thing moving. Hasty, too. I'll call the Medics."
Dr. Crawford nodded, clapping her hands.
"Noah. WICKED can do anything- WICKED is good,"
the man shook his head, opening the door to exit one of the sections of WICKED's lab, " WICKED thanks you for your help, Mr. Michael."
"Fiona, I am WICKED"
"We know. Sometimes it just isn't obvious enough."

I couldn't hear anything but a harsh ringing. Bright lights shone over me, I was too weak to open my eyes fully, hardly breathing. Blurry people in blue masks surrounded me, whispering something in each others ears, I could only make out a few words they were saying. Things like "Incision," and, "respiratory."
I managed to open my eyes a little bit wider. Blood was on the table, it stained the cold metal a dark red, almost maroon colour. Scalpels severely carving into my skin, though, I wasn't feeling any pain.

I opened my eyes wider, gaining more strength the deeper the wounds got.
I was able turn my head to one side, seeing my hand frozen still.
Only slightly twitching when a sharp object cruised into my spongy skin.

I couldn't seem to up-heave my head after I rolled it over my shoulder. I don't know how long I lied there, watching my hand twitch every now and again.
I felt nothing, I swore I was dead. Positive I was dead.
My brain seemed to work perfectly fine. Everything else, however, was gradually failing me.
To the left of me -the only place I could look- I saw an open door.
People rushed in and out of it a horrendous speed. My vision kept clearing, then went back to being bleary.
Above the door there was a sign with flashing red and white lights that surrounded it. It read something about a 'Group B Medical Room'. I could care less about what it had on it, I was just mesmerized by the pretty little flashing lights.
On and off, on and off.
I was slowly drifting in to deep slumber. I was just about to go when-

"Quick, we don't want to lose her, this whole thing will be a stoppage if we can't get her patched up!"
Everything came back to me. There was a wailing alarm going off in the background. Voices buzzed in my ears, sounds of clicking and snipping fenced me.
I could taste Iron in my mouth, factual that it was blood.
Each sense came back; one at a time.
I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I would be able to feel the incisions being made, feel the blood being poured.
I lifted my heavy head and gasped, tears streaming down my face.
"Oh shi- S-she's awake! Call Lena, get her in this very second! Tell her we need general anesthesia and Lidocaine!"
A man called, peering over me.
"It's going to be okay, you will be safe!" He clutched my hand, squeezing it tightly, "you will be with your friends in no time!"
I felt it, right there and then. The pain jolted back into me.
Like a car had just rammed into a lamppost. The lamppost being my body.
I groaned lightly when I began to feel it in my arms.
That small groan swiftly turned into a loud wail as I felt it in the rest of my body.
I was hardly able to hear my own scream, the volume in the room had risen with me.
A couple thousand knives slice into me all at once.
I had never experienced anything as painful as that in anything that I had lived though so far.
The hand tighten in mine. Someone was whispering gentle nothingness in one of my ears.

I stopped screaming, I inhaled and exhaled violently, kicking my legs, blood splattering the walls.
They had to get women and men off the computers to hold me down. I had become used to the pain after a couple of minutes.
It still hurt like hell being munched on by God himself, but I gained control of myself and stopped kicking, stopped making noises and breathed heavily, letting the blood seep out of me. Watching it drip, drip, dripping down.
Everything went shockingly silent, only a few murmurs to be heard. A couple
"Is she dead?" and, "she'll be okay" flew around the lab.
I couldn't find the strength to open my mouth, let alone talk.
It felt like a rock had just hit the bottom of my stomach. I felt weirdly nervous. I lay back, staring at the faces that surrounded me. Some of the surgeons were still taking things out of my body and replacing them, sewing them back up.
Most of them started at me, anxious expressions on their faces.
Some stroked my hair, some rubbed my arms.
The majority just towered over me, watching me to see if I did anything else. Each and every one of them had clipboards.
I just smirked. Despite the pain, I smirked.
I knew these people, whoever they were, I knew they just wanted a reaction. So, I gave them one. If I was going to die, I wasn't going to die like a pansycake. They then all jotted down what I just did. It was so in-sync, it was almost comical. Almost.

I tried hard to pass out, thinking about all the blood I was losing, or gaining. I couldn't tell. I tried to remember the Glade and what'd happened. Thinking about Rachel, if she'd made it out alright. Thinking about Marnie, how much I'll miss her. Thinking about Harriet, how much I will yearn for her bossiness.

"Please," I croaked, struggling to get my words out. If everything wasn't silent enough already (apart from the deafening beeping)
it became even more so. Pens at the ready. Some people from other rooms rushed in. Surely, I wasn't that loud. "Is Rachel- I-is she alive?"
I wheezed, wanting to cough and throw-up so badly.

Before anyone could answer, a woman in a full white cloak bust in, no mask on. WICKED was stitched across her lab-coat. WICKED, where had I seen that before?
She quickly pulled on some blue surgeon gloves, grabbed two needles, full of some strange purple-e substance.
"Where is she?" When no one replied, she raised her voice, making everyone jump out of their skin.
"Where is she? The girl... Where is she?" A couple people pointed towards me, a few called out "Here!" and waved at her.
"Move," the middle-aged brunette woman ordered, "let me see her face!"
Everyone cleared out the way, creating an opening between me and her.
I swore I had seen her before. Somewhere, I'd seen her.
I gave out a weak wave, smiling sarcastically. It was one of the only things I could do.
Bleeding to death wasn't very jolly.
The woman sighed at me, shaking her head disapprovingly.
"You were meant to live, Amy I don't k-"
"Don't call me Amy!" I coughed, only just spluttering the words out.
She rolled her eyes and crouched down to me like I was a small child. I could see straight into her eyes now. I forced myself to not break contact.
"Amy, we're sending you back up I-"
I cut her off once again.
"What did I just say?!"
My vocal cords started being friendly again. I raised my voice as high as it could go, ignoring the voice-cracks..
"Alright, shut up or else we'll let you bleed to death!" The woman huffed.
"No you won't."
"Do you still feel pain?"
"Is Rachel okay?" I groaned, airing her questions.
"Do you still feel pain?" She tried again, clearly getting frustrated now.
"Yes," I answered, feeling even more agony when I answered that specific question. She wrote that down, nodding. "Now answer my question!" I started thrashing around, "did Rachel make it back okay?!"
The woman, Lena, I assumed, stood up from her crouching position and brushed off the drops of blood that she had gained from crouching near me. She picked up the first needle, full of light purple liquid and smiled, pitifully. She jabbed it into me without warning. I moaned. The ringing stopped, the muttering stopped, the beeping stopped, everything stopped. I felt no pain, either.
Incredible.
Lena lent over me and whispered right into my other ear.
"Remember- WICKED is good."
All the while, slowly inserting the last needle into my neck.

And then everything really did stop.

ARG!

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