Hello friends, I'm M&M if you didn't already know. I am the creator of this brilliant recreation of The Maze Runner. Great to see you've popped up.
Now, in The Maze Runner series, I cried my heart and eyes out when Newt died. I refuse to believe he actually died, so all my stubbornness went in to making this. In this story, you're gonna see twists and turns, backstabbing, and a whole different side of WICKED. They never gave up. Not on Thomas. Not on the gladers. And not on Group C.
~M&M
Chapter 1~ Group C
Let's say that you made it. Let's just imagine that you lived long enough to escape with the great Thomas, WICKED's bundle of joy. Now, let's say you were one of the fortunate gladers, group A or B—doesn't matter. The first thing you'd remember at the beginning of your second life was darkness and the surrounding beats of an elevator shaft. That's how every glader's life started—including mine. If you think you know WICKED well, you've already proved yourself wrong. They are always one step ahead of everyone. Just as you think you've caught up, that's when your downfall occurs and the cycle repeats itself.
Sick, isn't it?
They were always more powerful than the rebel forces. Always. You think that one headquarter was their only weakness? WICKED has hundreds of da** headquarters all over the shuckin' world. To believe that it would be easy to pop the one pimple and be done with it was a huge understatement. I'd know.
The sound. The black. The cramped walls. They were the only things I could identify. The movement, yes. There was much movement. I didn't know what direction I was going, but I was awfully booking it there. Fortunately, I was allowed slivers of daylight to poke through wherever I was. I reached my fingers out, panting from the sweat in my hair and face. I wanted to touch the top of my shaft but couldn't quite reach it from the bottom of it.
I was ready to call out and scream when it came to a slovenly stop.
I reached out, and my fingers wrapped around a long rod. Grasping it, I sunk into the dark corner, ready to hit anything that came my way. Several seconds passed. I put a foot out to come out and large doors overhead shifted open. The floor was illuminated in sunlight. My corner remained unseen and dark. There was the moans of animals and nothing else.
"Well, there's someone down there, shuck-face. Get your a** down there and don't disappoint," came the voice of a gruffly boy. Chuckles came next and a body lifted itself into my shaft. Gripping the rod, I silenced my breathing. It was a boy with long blonde hair. His skin was barely showing sun and held many freckles. Two green orbs that seemed to bounce as eyes spotted me.
"It's just another gir-"
I raced at him with the pole, ready to ran into his face. Seizing my arm, he held me away from him as I struggled maliciously.
"Calm down, greenie. We're not here to kill you or anything."
He threw me on the ground and jerked the rod out of my hands.
"Feisty one, eh?" remarked a voice from above. We both glanced up and saw many different people of both genders watching us. Struck by confusion, I stared on. The boy hauled me off the ground and and smirked at the people above.
"Just throw the rope down, Alby."
Not a second later, a long rope was thrown down, and the boy looked at me.
"Climb." Without hesitation, I began climbing up it to the top. There I gazed at the world around me. It was a lush garden overflowing with life. Small buildings and shacks were around the place, but what struck me as the strangest was the towering, bulky walls that welcomed me to hell.
The other boy must've climbed up too because he walked up to me, hands on his hips.
"Nice, huh? Welcome to the Glade, greenie girl." Oblivious to everyone and everything, I heard myself gasp. The boy smirked again.
I faced the strange boy and fumbled nervously.
"Who…Who am I?" He shrugged.
"Like I bloody know." I noted he had some sort of an accent. Though, I couldn't remember exactly what it was. I couldn't remember anything actually. My life was a hazy line of events I missed out on.
"Who are you?" I demanded. He perkily held out a hand, smiling cheekily.
"Newt."
Running was useless. There was nowhere to go, and I was surrounded by people. Unfortunately, my instincts didn't notice. I hesitated, looking around. Then, the ground became to shake, the sky was nearly falling. Giant doors opened, spraying dirt and rocks to anyone near them. I noticed passage away from the Glade or wherever I was. My elbow connected with Newt's nose, and he winced, stumbling back. That's when I made my move. I raced for the openings. Yells and chases created chaos behind.
Not once did I turn back. It was only a matter of time before I reached the doors. I went through and heard the scuffing of several feet. My body slowed, and I spotted several teenagers, including Newt, stop at the entrance. Instead of halting myself, I turned back around and raced through the walls, praying for answers and a way out.
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