Hi guys! Its the middle of the week and where I'm at now is freezing and so icy! Man almost fell down several times on the way to class today. Shoutout to Trafalgar de Kaito for being the first person to review this story and as you have requested, here is a little scene about Minho being tortured (well sorta). I don't own the characters except for Diana.

Minho awoke to find himself in a room, the walls white and the furniture sleek black. He groaned as he got up and poked himself to make sure he was awake. When the familiar stinging pain of reality hit him, he lay back down as he heard the sound of birds chirping in the distance. "What the shuck?" he uttered as he got to his feet and walked to the door to throw it open, revealing a lush Glade outside.

"How much do you shanks want to continue this crap?' he shouted as he walked outside, convinced this was all just a dream. There was no way he could be in the Glade, not by a long shot. He recalled having seen the Glade in dreams but this was so vivid, the wind hitting his face as he walked across the grass, his shoes crushing some pebbles as he heard the sound of birds chirping in the sky. Strange, he didn't recall there being birds in the Glade.

He walked to where the Homestead was to see people milling about, all of them laughing as they went about their work. He stared at boys he thought were long lost, all of them healthier than before as they went about their work. "Hey come on boys! Get to work so we can party tonight!" a girl shouted and he swiveled his head to see Diana walking out of the Homestead, her body slim and a small knife swinging at her hip as she turned to smile at him.

"Hey come on here and give us a hand," she called as he walked numbly towards them, a blank look on his face as he tried not to think about it. No, this had to be a dream. But the way she moved, her smell, her laugh, it all resonated in his bones. "Don't do this to me. Anything but this," he whispered as she walked over and snaked her arms around him, pulling him close for a hug. Darn, she was so real. Her muscles coiled under his body as she whisper in his ear, "Tomorrow, we're up for running duty again. Want to go for a picnic?"

He pushed her back, his hands shaking as she stared at him in horror. "Hey Minho. What the hell's the matter?" she asked as his hands flew to his head, his hands shaking as he whispered, "You can't be real. None of this is real." As he chanted those words over and over, he felt a hand on his shoulder as Alby looked at him in concerned. "You're dead, Alby! You're shucking dead! There's no way you're alive!" he yelled as the boys surrounded him.

"Hey take it easy, Minho! You stung or something?" Newt demanded as he came closer. Minho yelled as he fell onto the ground, pleading for this hell to be over. Winston and Ben came over as well, followed by Thomas and Theresa, who held hands as they came closer. "You… you traitor!" he screamed as he lunged at Theresa only to be stopped by Thomas. "Hey Minho! Get a grip! Nothing's wrong with anyone except for you!"

"No! No!" howled as he felt the doors of the Box opening beneath him, dropping him into the hard metal cage as he screamed. "No! Not the Box!" he yelled as the Gladers swarmed around it, watching as the doors slam shut. "No! Get me out of here!" he screamed as they chanted, "You don't belong here." "Please. Stop," he begged as the tears came free, streaking his face when he felt the cogs turn. "Shuck! No! No!" he screamed as he plummeted into the darkness, the drop making him hurl and his legs buckle beneath him.

After what felt like an eternity, he felt the Box drop with a slam onto the ground, sending puffs of smoke into the air as he coughed. He got to his feet and walked down the tunnel ahead to see a devastated looking lab, the bodies inside torn to pieces as he tried not to gag. The evidence of a Griever lay around as slim coated the walls.

"Oh shit," he muttered as he saw the creature move in the shadows before lunging at him. Before he could turn, he felt his body freeze in place and he roared as he tried to move. "Why can't I move?" he howled as he felt slime drip onto his shoulder. Slowly he looked up to see the Griever standing over him, drool falling on him as the monster opened its jaws wide…

"No!" Minho screamed as he opened his eyes to be met with a torch shining into his pupil. "Incredible, Miss Theresa. The technology you invented allows them to experience those events in the Maze as though there were there. At this rate, we didn't even have to use the trials!" the scientist smiled as the machine that gave him the hell whirred down. Minho gasped as he realized it was yet again another vivid nightmare he was pulled into everyday for hours at a time. All for the purpose of taking his blood.

He felt lightheaded as they unstrapped him from the machine and settled him onto a table, strapping him down as his head lolled to the side. Why the hell did they need to restrain him when he didn't even have any energy left to fight? He couldn't even remember the last time he had a clear head. He watched as Theresa moved over, taking notes on her clipboard before letting him get taken away. "You traitor," he whispered as she stared at him, her face impassive as she turned away.

They wheeled him back to his room and deposited him on the bed, his body flopping limply against the sheets as they chucked him on it. The metal bed sank under his weight and he barely made a move as the clicked the door shut behind him. Slowly he tried to get up before he realized how weak his body was due to the constant drainage of blood from his body. He stared at the hole they made in his arm and how it looked now.

Minho slowly got to his feet and gulped down tomato juice, something that apparently helped him to regain his blood supply. He slowly felt his mind become clearer and the memory of the simulation made him nearly drop the packet of juice onto the ground as he shook. "Please, guys… get me out of here," he whispered as he rocked himself to sleep before they took him away once more.