Hey Guys! Sorry for uploading late, Again, but here it is finally. But before you start reading I wanted to say thank you to catnip851 for commenting on most of my chapters everytime I upload. It means so much to me ;-)

WARNING: This Chapter contains graphic descriptions, continue WITH CAUTION!

Disclaimer: I sadly don't own the Maze Runner, but I do own Kelle and my story twists

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-….*...- Chapter 10: -….*...-

-….*...- Deja Vu -….*...-

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-….*...-Three Years Ago-….*...-

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The Maze doors creaked open. The fourteen-year-old boy stood alone in front of them, waiting for his friends to return. Kelle, Nike, and George were nowhere to be seen. Alby stayed there in fear, completely frozen in the morning sunlight. His worst nightmare coming to life before his eyes.

He was alone like Kelle was. Silence, isolation, and seclusion shredded his sanity in the moments he spent staring into the Maze.

He couldn't handle it anymore the terrors driving him to dash into the Maze.

His mind didn't have the capability to navigate the Maze, so his fear was the only thing that was driving him. Once he came around a corner, he solidified to the ground, gasping at the horrifying scene painted before him. He felt nauseous staring at the remnants of a person strung around the corridor. And the blood- everywhere- all over the walls- splattered all over the floor. He stumbled forward, toward the two motionless bodies tangled with each other, laying in a pool of scarlet. He, as gentle as possible, lifted Kelle off of George's form. They were both breathing, thank God, but now he would have to drag them back to the Glade by himself.

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-….*...-Present-….*...-

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Alby was horrified. This was the first time, that he knew of, that she didn't return since that day. What could have happened? There were too many probabilities to what could have taken place. Each possibility tumbling through his mind as fast as he traveled through the Maze. It was the same as that day, dread taking control and leading him through the intricate network.

Minho was close to Alby's stride letting the older male guide them through the labyrinth. No words passed between the two, just the sound of their boots echoing into the early day air. Minho would never admit to anyone that he had felt something the first time he saw her. As if there used to be a strong bond between the two but he couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was. She was crazy insane to go into the Maze, but Minho saw why she did it. He could tell her words of wanting to protect everyone were genuine, and he knew the Glade need more people like that. She was human just like him, and since she risked her life to save him, he knew she deserved any help he could give.

Alby took a sharp turn and ended up halting immediately after he saw what was in the hall. Drips of cold sweat ran down his back at the intense feeling of De Ja Vu coursing through his mind. His eyes frantically drank up the information before him.

Instead of human body parts, there were griever components,

instead of blood, there was green slime coating the ground and walls,

and laying in a heap of machine and beast was a mangled griever clinging to its sickening life.

There she is.

Kelle knelt, tall and majestic, like the goddess of warfare, in the morning light, covered in dirt, sweat, and bruises. Her own blood stained her grime filled clothes, and green goop was plastered to her tan skin and strung through her blonde hair. She mustn't have seen them because she was talking to the griever, quiet words Alby could hardly hear.

"I don't care what effects this has on the Glade or if revenge isn't the right thing to do, but you're a monster that terrifies the Gladers," She coughed blood falling from her lips and splattering on the gray ground, "You killed Nick. You killed George."

Alby unknowingly shuddered at the pure evil in her eyes. The grief of losing her friends and never letting the anger out had built up over the past three years. And now it was pouring from her being in waves of venomous wrath, her eyes the core of it all, so cold and sharp you wanted to look away but couldn't because you were frozen in your own fear, even though her anger wasn't directed towards you.

"Now-" She hissed a devilish smirk lifting her cracked and bloodied lips. "Now I'm going to kill you." She, with much effort, lifted her bruised body from the ground, glinting machete in hand, and staggered toward the dying monster. The beast snapped at her legs but couldn't reach her as she stood over its head. She weakly lifted the sword above her, poised to strike, and with all the outrage and sorrow she had undergone, she brought it down. A sickening crunch echoed in the halls as the sword went clean through the monster's head and hit the hard ground underneath. The beast writhed in pain emitting a choked screech, and in one final attempt, it hoisted its mutilated leg. Stretching it toward the injured girl, it was going to attempt to claw at her, but before it could reach her, she jerked her machete to the side green slime spraying onto her delicate features. The griever's body shuddered and grew still. She released a breath she didn't know she was holding in and slowly let go of the hilt. She sighed feeling like she could finally breathe again now that it was all over. She fell away from her kill and allowed her head to fall back a few tears slipping from her tired eyes as she rested on the ground.

"It's over." She uttered to the wind. The rogue griever was dead, the Glade was safe, and no one but her was hurt in the process. Other than her injuries, everything went according to plan. Relief filled her exhausted figure, and she permitted herself to collapse to the hard surface.

Stunned by the spectacle that had just played out before them, Alby and Minho both called her name charging forward, past the now dead griever.

"Holy shuck," Minho cursed following his friend staying as close to the wall as possible away from the monster that had tried to kill him the other day.

Alby fell to his knees next to the girl and immediately took her pale face into his large hands.

"Kelle," He called in a soft whisper. Her long and thin eyelash-crowned eyelids groggily opened. Her jade blue orbs reflected pure sadness as she stared up at Alby. She took a large breath and reached out, taking a clump of Alby's shirt into her hand.

"I'm sorry, Alby," She whimpered, "I'm so sorry."

"Woah, hey. It's alright we're right here." Alby soothed rubbing her hair although it was filled with griever blood, confused as to why she was apologizing, "We're going to get you back to the Glade, okay? Gonna get you fixed up."

She took a moment to tearfully gaze up at her friend. She then slowly nodded allowing him to pick her frail figure up into his arms. Alby stood and glanced at Minho who was standing in front of him with lines creasing his brow.

"Can you get us back?" Minho gave the dark-skinned male a firm nod before they both turned and began hastily making their way back to the Glade. Her injuries didn't allow them to travel as fast as they'd like but they continued nonetheless.

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Newt glanced into the Maze for what seemed like the thousandth time that morning, waiting for Alby and Minho to return with the girl. He resisted the urge to start pacing, in order to avoid drawing too much attention to himself. The Gladers don't know about her, and it seemed like Alby wanted to keep it that way, for now anyway. He sighed his head falling.

'I could have stopped her. Just by holding her down until the doors closed, but no I bloody didn't and now she's probably hurt or worse because of me.'

"Ugh!" He groaned kicking the grass in anger wanting to pull his hair out.

"Newt," a voice broke him from his thoughts. He snapped his head up and stared at the boy before him, "Are you going to help or do you want to keep beating the grass up even though it did nothing to you?"

Newt gaped at Minho as he stared at the Second in Command. Curse Minho and his sass butt.

"Is she alright?" Newt stepped towards the Runner ignoring his question. Minho smirked.

'you little piece of-'

"Just follow me and find out for yourself." Minho cut his thoughts off turning around and heading back into the Maze. Newt blinked before he scrambled after the Keeper.

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