This chapter is very short and was originally meant to be with chapter 7, however I decided to split it up.

17/03/17

Chapter 8

When I awoke it was quiet and dark outside. I was in a foreign room filled with many bottles of different types of medicines and beds where I presumed the sick would lay. I was in the Glades makeshift 'hospital', lying on a soft bed. The room was empty besides me, but I still tried to keep quiet as I didn't want to wake anybody up. I carefully sat up, ignoring my sore muscles and the dull throbbing on my face. I quietly scowled to myself in annoyance when I realised that I bad fainted. It couldn't have been helped but I found it hard to not be embarrassed.

"What's wrong with you? You look like someone just stole the last chocolate." A voice said. I jumped my eyes widening, turning to where the voice had come from. There sat a very sleepy looking Newt at the side of my bed. It looked like he had been there for hours.

"How long have you been here for? Actually how long have I been here for?" I asked. Newt smiled,

"Only for a few hours" he said " How are you? " He asked.

"As good as I can be after almost being killed." I said smiling. He hesitantly smiled back at me, the worry was still clouding his eyes.

"Hey," I said softly, "I'm okay." I put my hand on his in attempt to comfort him. It seemed to work as I saw him visibly relax.

" You should probably go back to your room...well our room. We are roommates now after all." I said. He nodded his head reluctantly and in the next two minutes I was by myself in the room. I considered asking him to come back as the silence was killing me, but I decided that it was more important that he got his sleep. I sighed I irritation and rolled over.

Unexpectedly, I felt a sharp jab in my leg and I sat up to look at it. One of my many pockets was bulging with something. I didn't how hadn't noticed it before. I opened the pocket and pulled out a battered, leather covered book with a strange symbol on it. I took away the elastic band keeping the book together and opened it. The pages were covered in curvy looped writing. There were pictures and drawing too. They looked like designs-sketches of projects. One of them was a sketch of a Griever, however there were notes dotted around everywhere, explaining certain parts of the design. At the neck it read:

'to deactivate the Griever, look for a red flashing light and smash it.'

That information would come in handy if I ever had another run in with a Griever, i thought.

I spent the next few hours flicking through the book, reading random passages of old experiments. I was fairly certain that the book was mine, i had no evidence, but it seemed like the most logical answer that i could come up with. As i got towards the middle the entries stopped. i flicked through the rest and came across an entry towards the back of the was only a few word long in capitals. All it said was:

WICKED IS NOT GOOD.

As soon as my eyes layed on the word my vision went black.

I really was getting sick of these visions.

Hopefully you liked this. Feel free to leave any corrections. I found it hard to write this as i couldn't really remember what happened in the maze runner. I don't own the book (read them though) and i don't have the movie on DVD to go over. The time line may be a bit messed up