Hey! I recently read The Maze Runner, and I thought to myself, "Hey, this would make for a great story!" So, presenting, The Scars Of Defeat! Also, anything bolded (other than the author's note) is actually a line that belongs to James Dashner (if not slightly modified). I don't own anything but the plot and Mabella!

She began her new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale, dusty air. She felt her way through the pitch black; her knuckles traced something cool-it was a thick stone wall that she thought look ancient, yet it wasn't weathered in the slightest. She could see a little more now. Moonlight, she presumed. The wall was a boring grey, and if that affected her, it only dampened her mood.

Then, the gravity of her situation hit her: Where was she? Why was she alone in this chilly, damp place?

'Okay, think. . . What's the last thing you remember?' She searched her brain for something, something that might give her a little more insight as to where she was, why she was there, and. . . who she was. . .

"Oh god, I can't even remember my own name!" She squealed in frustration and threw herself against the wall. Something cold rattled around her neck. She moved her fingers to the fine silver chain that hung around her neck. Unclasping it as to get a better look, she noticed it was a locket. The topaz square glimmered, catching what little light there was in such a dull and dark place. She rubbed her finger in circles against the gemstone, then realized it could open. Inside was a picture of a most handsome boy, he looked only sixteen-he had dirty blonde hair and a brilliantly white, winning smile, which reached his sparkling hazel eyes. He had flashed a peace sign at the camera when the picture had been taken.

'A camera?' She thought to herself. She knew what it was and what it did, but she could not remember whether she had one or whether she liked to use it, or where she got it from or who she took pictures of if she did. It was all so confusing and frustrating, she wanted to just pull her hair out. Deciding to make herself useful, she rolled up the sleeves of her cream flannel shirt, undid a button or two, and adjust the dark brown satchel she had woken up with. She dared not look into it, afraid something might happen if she did.

She set off in what appeared to be a promising direction, and she walked and walked until daylight pierced through the darkness of what she had now labelled a maze, for a maze it was; she would walk one way and there was a dead end, turn around and a new passage had appeared. She was tired and hungry and upset she still couldn't remember her name.

Something swept by her; its silver glinted in the sunlight. She became curious and followed it. She didn't have anywhere else to go, and she thought, 'Why not?' Not a good idea.

She crept carefully behind it, disguised in a cloak of shadows. She couldn't risk running into something that wasn't human. Then came a sudden memory, clear as day:

Flashback

A little girl sat on a small pink bed in an exquisitely decorated room. The furnishings were finely made; a red plush chair stood in the corner of the room, next to a mahogany bookcase that housed an extensive collection of books and papers and, strangely enough, feathers. She assumed this girl collected them.

The little girl had long, raven black curls and piercing eyes which glinted in the pale glow of the lamp. She appeared to be scared. "Papa," she whimpered. A man entered the room. He and the girl, who must've been his daughter shared their blue eyes, but he had chestnut brown curls atop his head and a goatee at that. He smiled warmly. "You called, mi princesa [1]?"

"Papa! Papa! Monsters!" She pointed under her bed rapidly.

"Monsters, mi princesa?" He laughed, a beautiful sound that melted her heart.

"Si [2], si, papa! Deshazte de ellos [3]!"

"No te preocupes, hermoso. Papá te protegerá [4]."

"Promesa [5]?"

"Prometo [6]."

End Flashback

She nearly stopped dead in her tracks to ponder the memory, but whatever it was was slipping away. It whizzed through the corridors(?) and she had no choice but to follow. She watched as the tiny piece of metal flew up and landed on the wall near a prospering patch of ivy. Taking a chance, she made a loop and pulled herself up. She hoisted herself up from vine to vine, until she reached up towards the bug. She held her breath as it scanned her with its coppery coloured eyes. Then, she spotted it: four letters painted in a bold red-

W. C. K. D

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After that heart-racing experience, she started coughing uncontrollably. 'Just a cold, perhaps?' She assumed, reasonably. Another memory tugged at the back of her mind, but she couldn't reach it.

So, she set off in a different direction. Though it was freezing out, she felt her hands sweating. As she looked to her right, she saw something that shocked her. A rusty plaque that read. . .

World In Catastrophe: Killzone Experiment Department

She shouldn't worry about it, she thought. She slumped down against the wall, ivy itching her tender skin, and fell into a peaceful slumber. The last thing she saw before she drifted unconscious was a pair of smiling hazel eyes.

I used Google Translate, so blame them if its wrong!

[1]=My princess

[2]=Yes

[3]=Get rid of them!

[4]=Do not worry, beautiful. Daddy will protect you.

[5]=Promise?

[6]=I promise.