Hi everyone. This is my first time writing a Maze runner fan fiction. I've recently just finished the first book though thanks to my evil friend they spoiled the rest of the series... a massive thanks to them! Anyway, I'm going to post a warning with the beginning of each chapter. I hope you all enjoy it, if you do, follow favourite or even review! Hope you have a nice day where ever you are. Warning: story contains BoyxBoy, swearing, scenes of violence and bear in mind and ratings may be turned up at a later time.

I still wait for it to end. The cold of the bitter winter, the merciless ice always at my throat and grinding into my chest as it gives me nothing but the most useless of hope for any survival. My physical body survives while my mental state deteriorates with each growing day. I stare through a lifeless eye that seems to show me nothing more than the poison of my wound. The infection that brings me to my knees as I know I have no more ounce of fight left in me. I'm just a shell that waits for time to decide it's final moment; degrading slowly and breaking because of time.

But why do I have to wait?

I know why… It's because I'm a survivor.

I know that much. I know how to run and to keep on going. I know how to ignore the pain of burning lungs and the ache of a body, which is ready to give in and collapse. I know how to sly my way through conversation and draw eyes away from my self.

At least… I think I do?

What is this darkness around me? Why does it decide that it claims me? This small box and corridor of a prison I find myself in? Why does it matter any more if I carry on the fight? Something tells me I've already lost now that I'm here. Something tells me that now I have failed everything that I ever set out to accomplish.

But how can I trust senses that come from an empty mind. How can I trust a personality that I know nothing about?

How can I trust myself when I don't even know who I am?

I try to look around but again this winter darkness seems to be compacted in the small room around me.

I feel my heart accelerating as my breathing becomes rapid. I'm trapped. I can't see the world around me… am I even still alive? What is around me?

I reach out a hand and feel the cold biting beneath the gentle of my fingers. It's rough but smooth… sharp in patterns. Steel? Some kind of metal I think. Is that what this is? Not a room of darkness but a cell of imprisonment? I'm a cornered rat. I'm stuck and I don't know what to do. I can't see anything. I should be scared. I should be terrified. I should be screaming for someone or anything to be there.

But I don't… I just stay there. I think, and that's good. Oh by god is that good. Thinking means that I'm still here. That something of me exists. But who was I really? I was just a boy in the darkness of this new nightmare. I was a dog in a cage. I needed to get out.

I reached up slowly and felt my face just to even assure myself that it was still there. It was madness but it was familiarity. It was insanity but it was something that I could partly understand. It was me.

Some part of me can't help but think that I really am dead... why can't I remember! Why can't I see or feel anything! Why isn't there anything else there but me and this cell!

"STAND."

I pause as that echoes around me.

I pull my knees closer to my chest. I close my eyes and try to remember ever bit of the tone that resonated and filled my head. Knowing your enemy is half the battle. My thoughts tell me. They act like a reflex. They don't leave me time to do anything but act on them. "STAND NOW. OR. DIE." The voice has no intention of malice or spite. There is no anger behind it but a matter of face statement.

I have no choice as I heard the walls beginning to groan and grind. In the flash of darkness I can see them; they're beginning to crush in towards me. I have to move or I'll have my legs through my chest.

I nod to the dark sky above me.

That is the only reaction I'll give it.

My voice still feels none existent.

I slowly stand and pull myself up. My legs are shaking. It hurts to stand as though I've been running for the last five hours. I thought it was just the cold causing me so much exhaustion, but no. I've been running. Recently. Something tells me if running is the thing which has exhausted me.

I must have done a hell of a lot of it.

"THANK. YOU." Despite the sheer loud sound of the voice against the announcements, I can finally note the first bit of a couple of emotions behind it. Gratitude and a wary back drop. "Please. Hold. Still."

I try not to scream as I feel something pierce into my wrist.

I notice a small square patch of the wall had opened up. A tube has coiled around my wrist before a syringe was now taking some blood from deep inside a vein. Why were they doing this? Why were they-

I pause as I feel something dripping down my cheek. It's heavier than the feel of water. "We're losing him. He's going into shock." I get the feeling that I'm not supposed to have heard that. "Harry. Come on. Stay with me. Don't give in now."
Like I would ever give in. I'm a survivor. I fight.

I can feel my heart. It's beating faster than I can feel. He's right. It feels as though it's going to give out. It feels like it can't take this pace any more. "The heart can't take being re awoken like this. It's struggling. Send him up top. Maybe He can calm him down."

The needle pulls back and I gasp in pain.

Hold onto the pain. That's how I'm going to stay alive.

But I'm so tired... I want to sleep.

I need to sleep.

"Are we losing him?!" A voice growls over the speaker.
"No. He's just going to sleep. Let him. Give him a taste of his old life. He needs something to hold onto encase it doesn't work when he surfaces."
"Then wipe it clean."

What? No. NO! NO!

I feel my eyes becoming heavier as I can no longer keep awake. No! Don't! Don't do it! My thoughts roar in anger.

But it's too late.

My eyes are closed.

My subconscious is becoming heavier and crippled till I'm in a dream.

-The Dream-

"One two."

My fist pumped out smashing into the bag.

"ONE TWO!"

The punch bag went back slightly as I felt the impact spread through the strong pose of my arm.

It was like the rhythm of a strong wave, cascading and slowing surging through ever single posed muscle. My arm however was resurgent and unwavering. It refused on every single level to be acknowledged as anything less than a solid pose of marble.

"Come on you're slacking!" A voice shouted over.

Why did everyone want that? Why did everyone want the damn best out of me! Training takes time! Get off my back! What do you want?!

"Oh it's okay sir. The freak is used to slacking."

I paused for a moment and turned my head towards the main ring of the arena. There was percy in all is self imposed, vein glory. His vest thrown to one side and abandoned now he was pushing his own limits. His slightly tanned chest gleamed under the spot lights of the large gym. His hair had been slicked back revealing those deep and all knowing eyes. His turquoise shorts revealed a bit more of his hip that made me blush for some reason.

He slowly walked forward, bored of the happenings in his own fight and lent slowly forward onto the corner of the wring, resting his head on the top rope and giving me that annoying smirk like smile which I detested with every fibre of my being. "Come on horsey. Stop slacking and come play with the big boys."
"Yeah, I'm sure you like to play with boys." I barked and watched him flinch back as though I had actually landed a punch onto him.
"You little bastard!" He snarled.
"Shut up! Both of you! It's bad enough that we've had to double up with that stupid dance class, now I've got enough headaches without the two of you going at it! Now get back to training!"

Percy decided to give me one last confident look before he turned back to his opponent. "Oh interested again are we-"

BANG

I didn't look.

I didn't need to. The sound of the other boy's body hitting the floor was all that I needed to hear to understand what had happened: why Percy was so confident in himself and so lazy during that fight.

He had been toying with the boy and had been saving himself for the big one punch finish.

This was all just one big show for him.

That's what pissed me off.

After that... I'm not sure what exactly happened.

A rush began to fill my mind. My eyes darted back and forth over the warn leather. The dry and aged material groaned slightly as suddenly they were met by a blitz and frenzy of attacks. It seemed to just be the same rhythm beating over and over in my mind. Punch, pause, punch, punch, pause, punch.
"EASY TIGER!" The same voice of the coach barked.

But now I had lost myself... I didn't know what was going on.

What was up and down? Where was left or right? My vision almost seemed completely black as my fists relentlessly pounded out against the leather with great prejudice. "Hey... I didn't mean to get you so-"
"YAGH!"

I turned and only caught a glimpse as my fist went directly towards Percy's face. His forearm came up in a defence and took the full blunt blow of my hit. I didn't stop there. The same feral and frantic rhythm. My fists just shooting out at any available space on Percy I could find. "HEY Harry!" He snarled.

But I couldn't stop. There was just to much built up, unable to escape. Unable to do anything other than hate him with my entire existence? Everyone wanted nothing less then perfection out of me! "Harry!" Percy roared. "Calm down! WHY ARE YOU SO ANGRY?"

Angry... ANGRY?!

As soon as he said that I let the full torrent of pent-up rage explode across my mind with a scream. I imagined an unsanctioned fire, burning so bright and yet with a righteous darkness, as though summoned from the darkest pits of hell. It was reined by the memories of suffering I had kept pent-up for the last five years. The rage burst through and smashed him to the side as though he was a leaf on the highway. His eyes widened as I opened mine and I saw him stare at me with a drowning guilt.

Then as I went to lash out, my arm nearly went limp as I tore my gaze away from Percy.

Slowly it moved over and locked onto a dark slightly dark haired boy in the corner of the room with one of the instructors.

He slowly rose his almost porcelain hand out to the side and slid it through the air. His fingers stretched out as he leaned his head back and let his dark hair move back which originally had been swept across his face. His eyes were not completely black but the hazel brown in them were so intense that I couldn't help but just stare a bit deeper.

He was dressed in nothing other than some tight black shorts. His pale chest was exposed. He wasn't as toned as me or Percy, but he looked a hell of a lot stronger than what he did.

I was almost hypnotized as I watched his hand slowly come back down and move across his cheek delicately. His fingers were perfectly lined as they moved back out and he raised his leg as gently as he could. His foot pointed out carefully. He was so graceful and so delicate... yet he looked like he had more control and more beauty than anything I have ever seen before. "It's not good enough! What have I told you about your arms!"

No... he looks perfect! There's nothing wrong with his arms! My thoughts whispered.

The boy took a slow and steady breath as his soft gaze slowly turned towards the ceiling while his head bowed slightly backwards. His leg raise up in a perfect ninety degree angle as he raised up on the tip of his other foot.

I could see from here that his instructor was smiling internally though they didn't let it anywhere out of her external mask. Typical trainer critic style.

Percy followed my gaze and the next thing I knew was there was a fist launched at my face and sending me flying back towards the ground.

Even so... my eyes didn't move away from the boy once. He was so elegant and beautiful in stance.

His other leg slowly began to come down point first as though it was a sharpened blade about to make contact with a victim.

But this was pure and absolute beauty.

The boy's foot landed and even the trainer raised an eyebrow as he instantly shifted his weight and began to quickly flip.

I finally hit the cold ground and watched as he finished the third flip by spinning out on the tip of his toes. His other leg was arched back and move out as though he was a rotating razor.

He finally came to a stop after the fifth spin and caught his breath. His nimble fingers curled around a near bar and he took small, controlled breaths. "You think that this is going to be good enough?" The tutor growled. Her voice and tone went against everything that was hiding deep within her eyes. Her pride of the boy. He amazement over that performance.

All distorted in her voice by a blatant and controlled lie.

Why was I thinking like this? What did some other boy and his bloody dance have to mean with me-
Shut. The. Hell. Up. My own thoughts cut me brilliantly short before I could go down the path of my usual angry attitude. For once, just acknowledge something of yourself you idiot. My thoughts scolded me worse than the punch from Percy had dealt onto me.

Speaking of which...

I spit blood from my mouth as I sat up off the ground and turned my glare back towards him. "Him! Seriously! You look at the dancing boy before anyone else!" Percy snarled into my face and I couldn't help but frown deeply.
"What is your problem!" I glared and watched his eyes just sharpen harshly.
"You are. You stupid bastard!" Percy came to take another swing at me but this time I was more prepared.

My fists sailed straight into his face before I pushed myself up quickly and scrambled back as fast as I could. "I'LL KILL YOU FOR THAT!" He snarled.
"Enough!" The coach barked. "I'm sick to death of you both doing this every time you come to lessons! Harry! You can start coming after school!"
"What!" Me and Percy boy exclaimed. That made me frown again. Why did Percy want me to stay in that class... Probably just so he wouldn't have to find another punching bag.
"Unless you can both get on from now on in class. I will start getting you both put apart into different classes! That means Harry, you will be coming after school when Ms. has her one on one dance lessons! And believe you me horsey."

Me and Percy shot him a glare as he used that name.

"She doesn't like little runts like you."
"She can hear you!" The woman who I guessed was Ms. Soleil barked out across to Coach.

She wasn't like many of the other teachers. Her figure was curvy and she was very thin. Her brown hair cascaded down to her shoulders and her eyes almost seemed to pierce you... but she was very much unlike any other teacher at school. We had her sometimes for English or she sometimes took up monitoring the library. But the reason she was unlike any other teacher at the school? She took a very different approach to class room work.

I remember when a new boy had entered the class room once. His name was... Carl... Connor? Something like that. He was a shocking sight really, golden blonde hair. Deep dark eyes, malnourished, he was like a twig that could be snapped. Plus he had been a bucket of nerves! He wouldn't meet anyone's gaze! But I digress.

The boy had walked into the classroom half way into the lesson. Ms had been half way into quoting a book we had to write a project about when she finally noticed him. "Yes?" She said indifferently as the boy shuffled his feet nervously.
"Um... they told me to come here." He whispered.
"Speak. Up." She stated as she lent back on the desk. Her reading glasses were dangling from her neck. Her perfectly made up eyelashes, batted once as she was giving him a quicker analysis than even the students were.
"I'm new." The boy said a little louder but was still quiet in his approach. He kept his eyes locked on the ground.
"Take a seat then." She shrugged as she circled back around the desk... though ever from here, I could see she was looking at him out the very corner of her eye. Something about this boy interested her for some reason.

Well... It wasn't as though he wasn't good looking I guess. "W-Where." He looked around at the cold and blank looks of the other students. Ms however had a new fascinated look in the corner of her eye. She knew something that we didn't... she recognized something which we were looking for but just hadn't figured out yet. "Sit by who ever you think is the best looking." She said.

Immediately every student in the room perked up at this vanity competition... well. With the exception of me. I was still studying the expression in Ms' face as she watched the boy openly now. Without any resignation of hiding what she thought.

Some of the guys slouched back in their chairs acting all cool, looking for acceptance as the best looking kid among a crop of the morons which we were. Percy grinned to the boy and for a moment I thought I saw him give the boy a small wink. "Yeah, come on. Chose-"
"Quiet class." Ms glanced at me for a moment as she almost seemed to consider something before she turned back to look at everyone else. "Let him decide." She turned back to the front and began to write out on the large board, copying quotes while the boy looks between everyone in the room.

But when I eventually saw Ms glance at me again and lean back on her desk, surprise ran through me. "Isabella, shift yourself."
"Excuse me?" My best friend looked up from doing her make up in blatant disregard of what was going on in the class.
"Shift." Ms stated and I said nothing as the boy came and sat next to me.

What I did notice was that Percy cast the boy a loathing glare so deep that I lost my patience and lent back in my chair and casually looked over. "Aw Percy. Disappointed that you wasn't chosen as a boy magnet?" I felt Ms glance at me casually before she turned back to the front, suppressing her smirk.
"Watch your mouth Horse face." He growled back at me. "I could get any girl in this room faster than you."
"I wonder if he can get into detention as fast as you can?" Ms said casually and leaned back on her desk, giving a small nod to the door before Percy glared around and stormed off. "Now back to the Odyssey."

That had been a weird day... but it also had been the only time that boy had ever sat by me in class. After that he had just ran out of class. Some say that he transferred class or schools. I didn't believe so... I don't listen to idle gossip.

So all in all... the threat of having to have an extra hour after school instead of having to deal with Percy being a moron. Either situation I could handle...

Hang on...

I looked over to see where Ms was as she was giving more instructions to the boy who moved in absolute perfect beauty. His form and body was perfect. I could feel my pulse racing slightly as I couldn't think of anything else I'd rather be doing than watching this boy just perform.

There was no uncertainty. No hesitation. Just him and his dancing. "Pick it up!" Ms said calmly, it was less out of bark but more out of an experimental idea.

But then...

He came to a stop.

For a moment I caught my breath, wanting to see what he would do next. Would he carry on dancing? Would he sing? Would he stop and give it in for the day. I knew that I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted to know if his voice was as silky and beautiful as his movements. I was desperate to know. "You look tired." She lent back against the wall and looked the boy over. He had his back to me and I was desperate to get a full look at his face. I had only gotten small glimpses before. But now curiosity was burning as an inferno inside of me.

"Well?"

In response the boy tapped his foot down.

"I get it." She gave a soft smile. "But try and at least keep some of the Ballet in it-"
"Ballet? HA!"

The boy paused as Ms turned around and looked at Percy. "You think a guy doing Ballet is funny?"
"No it's just not as cool as ordinary dancing." Percy shrugged.
"Shut up... or I'm going to punch you in your fucking face." I growled at him, growing even more tired than usual of his stupid arrogant self.

"Don't you dare." Ms whispered softly.

Tap

I slowly turned my head back to the boy and watched as his foot came back down and made the same echoing tune. Her hand reached out and came to rest on his shoulder. "Don't." She smiled at the boy until a sharp glare broke out at Percy. "Butt. Yours. Detention. Now!" She snapped.
"You got to be kidding me!" I looked back at Percy who had a face that almost seemed to be disbelief.
"Cocky bastard." I muttered under my breath as he walked away. I knew very well that he had heard me.

But that was the first time that he had ever not fought back against me.

He cast me one sideways glance before walking off and leaving me with more questions than answers.

But right now I had one that needed it be answered right there and right then.

I slowly turned back towards the corner of the room where Ms had been stood. Only to see her packing her bag as the bell went off.

No boy.

How had he gone so quickly?

I had to find out who he was.

-End of dream-

Even as I was slowly beginning to blink my eyes open I could feel it fading. Every ounce of the memory was slipping away faster than I could recall it. Hold onto something. Any part of it. Any thing, no matter how small of a detail it may be! HOLD ONTO IT! My thoughts screamed in pure desperation and I tried. By god I was trying to hold in all the information but it was sliding away. No. Please! Come on please! My mind begged.

But it was absolutely no use.

Even as I felt the tight pod which was now my cell came to a stop and the walls pulled back, everything was still falling away.

I laid back and just stare at the ceiling. The gave me something just to have it took away?

They tease me with a glimpse of my past?

Now I'm pissed off.

But I'm exhausted. Even as I stare up and watch a crack of light zigzagging through the ceiling and breaking open I still just lay there.

"Same as always." The first solid voice I hear echoes around me.

It leaps down and lands in a crouch above me. "Get up, first day of being a soldier is here."

I pause and look at the small glimpse of him that I can get. I can see some stuff but not much. He has blonde hair, a square jaw, and a remnants of what looks like a limp as he steps back to look me over. On his head is a small circle of a scar as though he had been shot...

His eyes follow my gaze and he grins."Got a name?" He asks a little softer.
"Who the hell are you? Where am I?" I ignore his question openly and dive for my own.
"I'm Newt." He smiles. "And you're on the battle field. Welcome to hell."