Hey guys! I wrote out this entire chapter, but I wasn't logged in and I forgot to save it so it got deleted D:
Well I suppose it isn't the end of the world, besides I'm making it better now :D -laughs evilly-
Disclaimer: I don't own the Maze Runner... -cries in a corner-
I hope you enjoy this, now READ ON :D

He woke up in a strange, whispering room. He opened his eyes, blinked a few times, and looked around. He was in a long, empty hallway; it was really bright and he had to close his eyes again, cracking them open slightly so that they could get used to the glaring white light.

As his eyes adjusted, he noticed that the room wasn't empty like he'd originally thought. There were openings every five feet or so on each side. He walked up to one, and peered inside. Nothing. Nothing but a grey, shimmering mist. He held out his hand, intending to touch the strange mist, but hesitated. Steeling his nerves, he quickly slashed his hand through it, immediately stepping back so as to avoid the danger he swore was coming. Nothing happened.

Color surged through the mist, and he gasped, and fell backwards. He watched as images formed in the mist, blurry at first, rapidly gaining focus; He watched himself struggling with another boy, who had a gun;

I suddenly twisted around and grabbed the other boy by the hand holding the gun. I yanked it towards myself, forcing it up until the end of the pistol was pressed against my own forehead. "Now make amends! Kill me before I become one of those cannibal monsters! Kill me! I trusted you with the note! No one else. Now do it!"

The other boy tried to pull his hand away, but I was too strong. "I can't, please, I can't."

"Make amends! Repent for what you did!" The words tore out of me, my whole body trembling. Then my voice dropped to an urgent, harsh whisper.
"Kill me, you shuck coward. Prove you can do the right thing. Put me out of my misery." My words clearly horrified the other boy. "Hey, maybe we can-"

"Shut up! Just shut up! I trusted you! Now do it!"

"I can't."

"Do it!"

"I can't!"

"Kill me or I'll kill you. Kill me! Do it! Do it before I become one of them!"

"I..."

"KILL ME!" And then my eyes cleared, as if I'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and my voice softened. "Please, Tommy. Please."
With his heart clearly falling into a black abyss of grief, the other boy pulled the trigger.

He knew, now. He was dead. But then how was he here? And what were all these strange gates? He slowly sat up, and looked back down the hallway; what he saw startled him. Every gate had a picture in it, moving, depicting someone going about their daily life. He walked up to one. A young girl twirled in the falling leaves, her dress billowing around her. He smiled for the first time in what he felt was a long time, and continued on. Another one depicted a boy, standing tall in his graduation uniform, proudly accepting his degree.

As he came towards the end of the hall, a gate caught his eye. A beautiful girl was serving two younger boys spaghetti, eating with them. He stared, mesmerized by the simple scene. The girl blushed at something the youngest boy said, and then the older boy spoke. The youngest put on a straight face, said something. Then everyone was laughing, and the girl high-fived the youngest boy. He suddenly felt as though he should be there with them; he wanted to laugh again, and to be carefree and happy like they were.

He slowly reached out his hand. As his fingers brushed against the image of the girl, a blinding white light flooded his consciousness. His mind couldn't take it, and he passed out.

James shone the flashlight on Rowan, then shifted down to see what she was crouching at. "Holy smokes... Dean," James interrupted Dean as he made to come outside as well, "We're going to have a sleepover tonight, so set up your bedding in my room, 'kay?" Dean squealed in excitement and ran back in the house, leaving James, Rowan and the boy.

He was indeed a boy, as Rowan looked at him in the light. He had dirty blonde hair, and a splattering of freckles across his small nose. He was wearing the strangest clothes; A very loose-fitting white hoodie that was ripped and torn in several places, revealing a dark brown tank top underneath, with dark brown pants. "I'm going to look around the yard, see if any other somethings happened to fall from the sky like Ruffian here," James whispered, but Rowan was too engrossed in the newcomer to pay attention to him. She noticed a wide, buckled leather strap that went across his shoulder, and turned the boy over to see what it contained. She gasped, and unbuckled the belt, removing the naked blade from it's sheath and examining it. It shone dully in the small amount of light that the flashlight provided, and the "hilt" was actually the blade wrapped in a tough cloth. "Where has this boy come from?!" She tossed the blade aside.

"Wait... what if, what if he's..." Rowan immediately shoved her ear to his chest, searching for his heartbeat. Several seconds passed, nothing.

Thump, thump. Several more seconds passed. Thump, thump. "Thank God!" Rowan yelled, jubilant that he was alive. James came running at the commotion, "What, what is it?!"

Rowan grinned at him. "He's alive!"

James now knew that dragging an unconscious boy up a flight of stairs, even with the help of your older sister, was not an easy feat. "This guy weighs a ton, and he's as thin as a stick!" Indeed, the boy was extremely thin; only a little wider than Rowan, who, as a relatively small girl, was considered very thin.

Once they had completed the difficult task of dragging an unconscious body up a flight of stairs, they had to figure out where to put him. "He should stay in my room until he recovers, then he can sleep on the couch." Rowan swept aside the problem and any complaints like dust under a broom, and it was settled. "I'll sleep on the floor in there so that when he wakes up he's not alone, in a strange new place."

"But big sis I thought we were having a sleepover?" Rowan frowned in concentration; her face cleared and she grinned. "Me, Dean and mystery boy here will stay in this room," She pointed in the direction of her room, "and James, you'll sleep where you always do." She pointed at James's bedroom. James nodded in agreement.

"C'mon Dean, let's get you ready for bed."

Woah, it's a dude?! :O What's with this weird hall of gates? And what will mystery boy (who's prolly not a mystery to you guys, gee) do when he wakes up to a whole new world?!
All shall be revealed! :D

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~Sabi