Hey everyone, I know that some of you want me to update A Concert Worthy of the Gods but I don't really have any muse for it at the moment. If I get some I will update it but until then...
Please be nice as this is my first Maze Runner Fanfic
Chapter 1:
No one's pov:
Thomas sat up with a gasp. 'What the shuck? How did I get here? I thought I was crossing the flat trains?' he thought to himself confused. He looked around and saw that he was in a white, hospital like room. Warily he started to sit up only to stop short when he realise he had wires connected to his head and chest.
"What the shuck!" he shouted, drawing the attention of the doctors and nurses outside of his room. They rushed in, talking all at once, but Thomas didn't hear any of it.
Without a second thought he ripped the wires off of him, ignoring the sting of the suction cups, jumped off the bed and bolted.
He ran out the room, sprinting down the corridors, not knowing where he was going. He heard the pounding of his feet against the floor, his legs weaker than he remembered, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. Shouting and footsteps following his every move but he didn't care.
'Got to find Minho and the others. Got to get away from this place. This is probably just another test by WICKED' he thought desperately to himself.
"Thomas calm down!" he heard a voice shout.
Thomas ignored it. He sprinted round a corner only to run straight into Minho.
They groaned, clutching the spot on their heads where the other's had meet.
"Shuck!" Minho yelled. The doctors had caught up. Two grabbed Thomas' arms and pinned them to his side. Minho had the same done to him.
"Get off me!" Thomas yelled, thrashing in an attempt to escape his captors' grips.
"Who the shuck do you think you are?" Minho roared.
A doctor with brown eyes and hair raised his hands in a placating way. He calmly walked up to the struggling duo and spoke gently, "boys calm down! We will explain everything to you in a minute, with the others if you let us check your health and calm down."
"Like hell you will! How do we know that this isn't another trial you slintheads came up with to try and kill us all?" Minho yelled; his cheeks flushed red due to his anger. Thomas couldn't help but agree.
"Let us go!" he sneered, his brown eyes flashing with fury. The doctor motioned for the others to release the two boys. Thomas and Minho were about to start fighting again when a familiar teen came sprinting down the hall at top speed, his limp nowhere in sight. A boy Thomas never thought he'd see again.
Newt.
All three of them paused in shock, none of them quite believing their eyes. The doctors (including the ones that had chased Minho and Newt) gently led them into a big room and carefully sat them down in chairs.
"Newt?" Thomas asked finally breaking the stunned silence that had settled over them, "I-I-I thought you were…" he trailed off not wanting to finish his sentence.
Newt laughed humourlessly, "so did I Tommy, but I guess since I'm here now, no longer looking like a crank that what we all went through was just another one of those shucking trials."
"How right you are," said a voice from behind them. All three boys jumped up in defensive positions. The voice turned out to be the same doctor from before, the man with brown eyes and hair.
"Ok boys, I understand that you're weary and that you have no reason to trust us at the moment so I'm just going to tell you all you want to know. Before that though I would like to introduce myself to you three, I'm Doctor Bromson and yes I work for WICKED but not the WICKED you know. You, along with the others in group A and group B were in computer stimulation. All that happened to you was fake. All that died are alive, as you can tell by Newt being here-"
He was cut off by Minho who looked angry and betrayed, "Newt was dead? What do you mean Newt was dead?" he turned to face Thomas, who looked guilty, and Newt, who refused to meet his friend's eyes. Minho's eyes narrowed, "we're not done here," he told them.
Doctor Bromson smiled sadly at them, "as I was saying, all that you went through was computer stimulation. Nothing that happened in it happened in real life, although you, Newt, might find walking without a limp strange for a while. Whilst you're here with us we will help you gain back some of your strength as some of you have been under the stimulations for four months-"
This time it was Newt who interrupted, "four months? I thought we were in the maze for three years?"
Doctor Bromson smiled at him, like a teacher would at their favourite pupil, "a year in the stimulation was a month in the real world. You were in the stimulation for four months along with Minho here, but Thomas was in the situation for two weeks," he explained.
The three teens exchanged looks, silently asking each other could they trust the Doctor.
Thomas, who was fixed with two pointed stares by his companions asked Bromson cautiously, "if it was all a computer stimulation then how comes we can't remember anything before we entered it?"
The doctor sighed sadly, "to go under the stimulations we had to wipe your memories, with your consent of course," he added when he saw their furious looks. They calmed slightly but still remained in their defensive postures.
"We, the doctors here, can restore some of your memories, but you will automatically remember somethings. For instance, you would all remember your real names, as we gave you fake ones in the stimulation," Bromson told them. Thomas, Minho and Newt looked at each other in humour when they remembered what Thomas had said all that time ago in the maze. That they were named after the famous.
"The rest of your group is through here," Bromson said pointing towards a door on the opposite side of the room, "that is where you all will be recovering, we thought you might be a bit more comfortable with each other," he said looking at them for conformation. All three nodded and Bromson open the door and led them through. The sight that greeted them brought tears to all three of their eyes.
