I AM FINALLY BACK INTO WRITING! I have to say… with everything falling apart and breaking my writing mood just swirled down the toilet for a bit… but seeing The Maze Runner in theaters really sparked back my writing creativity ^^ Also be on the lookout for a TEEN WOLF FanFic as well ^^ Still deciding if it will be a Sterek or a Stiles/OC type of story... choices choices... hmmm - ponders- ALSO to those that read my other stories, be on the lookout.. I PROMISE I will be updating them ASAP! NOW SORRY FOR A TERRIBLE SUMMARY BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters and some plots from The Maze Runner. All rights and praise goes to the author and rightful owners. I make no profit! I only own my own characters and plot brought in!

PAIRINGS: Thomas/OC, Gally/OC, Newt/OC

SUMMARY: This story will be somewhat AU ( Alternate Universe ) It will have different parts from the books/movies but some similar parts to get it going. Just what did WCKD mean about those that were evoled? What if everything happening happened for a reason? What is WCKD did something unthinkable and were now bringing hell to their doorstep with things that couldn't be explained or understood? Sun Flares and the FLARE were nothing compared to the supernatural forces coming into play in a long battle soon to raise its ugly head.

Chapter One: When Chaos Leads to Confusion

All was silent in the small hut like tent as everyone stood with baited breath. Thomas remained crouched before Alby, his eyes glued to the others face that held faint tear tracks. The strained, previously whispered words still lingered and floated around Thomas's mind, creating a feeling of utter confusion. No words tumbled from any lips though as the frantic, confused voices rose from outside in the Glade. As Newt, Gally, and the others stumbled outside to see about the commotion, Thomas pushed himself up to his feet to rush after them. Out in the light that had faded it was a clear sign of night coming on swift wings. Thomas pushed his body further to the doors that remained open as his eyes flicked up to the sky and took notice of what looked like two falling stars in the distance. He found it odd to see falling stars, but knew now was not the time to focus on such thoughts.

" What's going on here?" His voice cracked as he spoke.

" The doors…. they aren't… they aren't closing!"

All eyes landed over to the side to look at the random Gladium that spoke in a panicked voice. The voice was mirrored by the worried expressions upon the faces gathered around the entrance into the maze. Hardly a minute ticked by, lips barely parted to speak when an ear shattering rumble shook the very foundation around them. Many sets of frightened eyes snaked over behind them, taking note of doors opening behind and to each side of them that had never been noticed before. The air of confusion hung like a dead scent in the air as Thomas moved into action, his orders barking out swiftly. He asked Minho to gather any weapons, while sending Chuck to a safe place, along with Winston. The group scattered as he spoke to Theresa to come with him to get Alby. Everyone moved off, knowing they had their own tasks to do to get prepared.

The words hadn't left his lips long before people began to panic and scream about the Grievers. His head snapped back to stare into the darkened passage of the Maze and sure enough… the Grievers came around the corner towards them. The new order was for everyone to hide, which prompted the ground of boys to scatter and run in all directions. Some headed to the woods and others to where the Box was to be safe. The group that Thomas had gone with huddled in the corn fields. Their bodies were hunkered down low, his hand moving to show the others to remain calm and quiet while the waited with baited breath.

The attempt failed though as a long metallic tail flicked around much like that of a scorpions before attacking. The claw on the tip snapped before taking hold of one boy and lifting him effortlessly. The small group heard the echo of his screams while they bolted to get to Alby so they could get somewhere safe. The sounds of screams rolled through the air in such anguished songs. The screeches of the Grievers echoed the screams of terrors, following and giving hot chase to tear and rip the boys apart.

With the group of ragamuffins in tow, they managed to get to Alby and were soon off once more, heading to where Chuck and Winston were. Before they got too far though, a screeching beast of Hell loomed before them, tail whipping as the sharp rows of teeth were bared in sign of the impending attack. Up close to such a large Griever, the group stalled as Theresa picked up a makeshift type candle and threw it to the beast. As it shattered, a burst of flame spiraled around the Griever, causing it to hiss and flail in pain. They took the chance and once more took off, running to get to safety before it turned out to be far too late.

As feet skittered across the blades of grass, the flashes from the few lit torches could be seen rushing swiftly through the tall grasses. A sudden loud thump though showed Alby had fallen, tripping as his body still seemed to be recovering from being stung. Thomas moved as two others helped Alby up. He stood tall, gripping the wooden staff firmly in his hands as he faced off with the Griever. He commanded everyone to get back and stay behind him. He seemed prepared to battle the beast off to let the others seek out their shelter. The thought was wiped off as the one Griever was taken down by the staffs being pushed through the tender flesh that came from a smaller group of boys off the side.

The group worked on their way once more, being so close to the Keep that they once more halted to a complete stop. Blocked. Three more Grievers appeared, one barring them from the Keep and Chuck, who held the door opened. The other two were now around them, enclosing them in an almost circle type cage. Thomas felt like he had failed his friends… felt like death nipped and gnawed at their ankles. The air stilled suddenly, the silence almost giving into lunacy as two figures made their presence known. One figure ran in, rushing to the Griever while swinging twin blades fast enough to emit a type of swirling fire. It was enough to take the Griever by surprise as its focus shifted.

The blades glinted as they were swung, searing into the beast and even cutting through the robotic legs and tail. It was a fight to the death and done so in such a graceful manner. The armored figured came to a halt at that point, keeping an eye on the other figure as well as for any other beasties to take out. The other figure which had darted swiftly in front of Thomas and the group moved, pulling out a long staff and swirling it within skilled fingers. The glint of two blades, one on each side could be seen as a strange crackle of blue-violet lightning danced along the staff, illuminating the odd armor worn. The staff swung and struck the Griever's, catching both remaining ones together as the staff was ripped up and spun, tearing chunks from the beasts as they screeched out in defeat.

With the dark of night wrapped around them, it was impossible to fully take note of just WHAT their saviors even looked like. Both stilled, sliding their weapons away before the one with light, almost silvery armor moved, removing the helmet to reveal a stunning girl with fiery-red hair. The hair fell from the helmet and tumbled around her in thick, silken layers. Bright electric blue eyes stared to the group, the outer rim decorated with a golden band. She stood around 5 foot 7 and appeared to be very agile, but toned as well and yet… friendly. The kind smile plastered to her young looking face was all that was needed to know she meant them no harm at all.

With one figure revealed, the other figure dressed in the dark, almost black armor stepped closer to the other. She seemed more content with leaving on the armor and remaining as unknown as possible. It didn't last long since the revealed girl chucked a rock at the others helmet to prove a point. A slow, long drawn huff came from the dark armored figure before the helmet was also removed. It revealed long white-blonde hair that fell about her features in a kind, almost angelic manner. The eyes, still in the mode when she fought were a golden color with orange sparking flames that danced around the pupils. She looked innocent… angelic but under there was a darkness that showed she was not to be taken lightly.

" Honestly… a rock?" the voice was low… not amused even to put it lightly.

" What? It's called being polite and to alert you of your barbaric mannerism in the company of strangers… no need to terrify them further dear sister…" The sweet voice filtered from the redhead, showing she did not fear the brute female beside her.

A snort was all that came though as the blonde gave a roll of her eyes and appeared to be dusting off her armor as though the fighting had dirtied her up. As the redhead shook her head, she focused on the eerily quiet group gawking at them, mouths opened in pure shock. They had not seen such fighting… such efficient strikes and moving either for that matter. As she pushed it off though, a light chuckle slipped from her lips. She parted her lips, once more prepared to speak as if planning to introduce them possibly, but it never came... Once more as she was yet again interrupted.

Off in the distance a group came storming up towards them, the ringleader taking charge as he wound his fist back to strike. A loud resounding sound of a punch echoed and down Thomas fell. The punch came from Gally who looked beyond pissed, screaming and shouting about how it was ALL Thomas's fault. How he worked with them, they sent him to tear it all apart. Now, never one to be comfortable with such finger pointing without all the facts, the redheaded girl moved to stand slightly closer to Gally and uttered a protest almost.

" Now now… just calm down, it's really not his… "

She never got to finish her sentence as the boy called Gally gave her a rough shove. It sent her back a few paces and caused her to trip over the dead bodies of the two Grievers. As her armored hissed and clanked, showing she fell on her butt, Gally felt his feet leave the ground. He had an odd feeling of confusion, as though his feet were ripped from under him and his head became much closer to the ground. Before he knew it, he was thrown through the air, his back having smacked harshly against a tree and sending him into the realm of unconsciousness.

The group watched in shock at what just happened though. The blond just tossed Gally away like a bird's feather in a strong wind. The blond female snorted and moved over to the redhead, extending a hand to help her back up. The redhead chuckled almost nervously though, muttering something which had come with another rewarding huff of annoyance from the blond.

" Oh honestly… you can't just throw them around… they aren't rag dolls you know sister dear!" The redhead spoke.

" I can if I want to Lyah… Plus the prick deserved it for shoving you down… I would happily throw him farther if you so wish it…" The blond growled out, sending a death glare to the unconscious Gally.

" No no.. I think he will learn with just that one toss… now cool your head… "

Their light chatter was cut off quite suddenly however. While all this had been going on, Thomas could only let Gally's words fill his head. What if Gally had been correct and all this happened because of himself? It was a feeling of absolute dread that filtered into the pit of his stomach and coiled like bad, poisoned food. In the whole ordeal, he had grabbed the stinger from Chuck, who had picked it up finding it to be absolutely cool. He muttered only loud enough for Teresa and Chuck to hear before he mentioned about how he needed to know.. needed to understand and see for himself. With the last thoughts circling his head, he moved, stabbing the stinger into his thigh with a wince and grunt coming from him.

It brought a round of panicked voices as he felt faint and dizzy, his body having sagged, going limp to crash against the ground as twitches and spasms tore throughout his entire body. Over it all, a distance voice cried out for someone to get the other shot. The same antidote that had been given to Alby after he had been stung to save Thomas. Faces remained pinched with worry though as the tensions rose, some boys believing Gally's faint words of it all being Thomas's fault. With that though, also came the confused faces and questions directed to the two females as well.

Who were they? What were there? Were they good or…. evil? Too many things were unanswered and with weary minds and tired bodies, Alby had sent Thomas to be monitored for the night. He sent Galley to get looked over as well and then gave a wave of his hand for the two strange females to come and speak with him. After getting his memories back after being Stung.. he felt like these two females were very important… and not their enemies in the least. He paused, sparing a glance to both of them before nodding with a tight smile, showing he still remained guarded. Once getting somewhere to talk in private, he turned with his main words.

" Tell me everything...please."

" This might take a while… " It came from the redhead as she sighed and parted her lips to speak.

" It all started a long time ago… before everything changed… "

END CHAPTER ONE

Author's Note: Well chapter one… let me know what you all think! Good or bad? I have a HUGE twist coming into this story and I think it will surprise you all as the story further develops ^_^ Comment and review please and thank you !