Chapter Eleven:
Disclaimer: I definitely don't own the Maze Runner, just the ocs.
Up the winding stairs the third floor awaits. The room from the second day here, the one that sparked controversy. I felt lethargic being back here. Alby sat in his chair and had me sit on a rather ruff stool. The room is quaint and boring. I didn't want to be here, the look on my face had to prove otherwise. I didn't enjoy being in Alby company he was a certified tool and a bully, at lest to me.
"I hear you've been making progress in the Maze…." Alby tone wasn't impressed by my actions of late.
"I guess so," I reply as I didn't enjoy being back in the room that sparked such controversy. I loathe this meeting.
The room grew quiet for a while as no one said anything. He flips through reports after report meticulously. His hands grabs sheet after sheet, the silence is uncanny. Even my breathing was louder then the shuffling of papers.
"You're making a name for yourself, one that I don't like!" His voice hateful and intolerant.
"I can't stop people from gossiping."
"You don't get it do you?" Alby shouts trying to prove a point that made no sense to my actions of the Maze. "Your giving them hope."
"What harm can hope do?"
"What harm!" His fist slamming into the table his teeth gritting with a pulsation that wants to destroy me. His face throbbing of pure anger. "In the last five day's 13 people had ask to be assign as Runner, under the delusion that they too can kill Grievers."
"I didn't know…."
"Of course not, in your slumber five people defied the rules and each lost their lives in the Maze. You've started a pocket resistant."
Alby face a bright red, if he could he would rip out my throat with his teeth. I stood quite, I knew saying the wrong thing might lead to something I'd regret.
"Alby on my life, if we're not out of here in month from today, you can publicly execute me," I spit out as I try to calm him down, I gulp on the thought of an public execution.
"Tempting… But this is all we have, the world outside the Maze is ruined. There nothing but death waiting for us."
"Alby how could you know these things?"
"The changing, I've seen a glimpse of the past, you and Thomas were there."
My heart drop as he was going to say what I already knew, so I had to beat him to it. The sins I committed in the name of science. They stab at my sides relentlessly.
"I created this system of things and Thomas made the cage around us."
"So you remembered?
"Yes I do, I remember having you all sent here," trying not choke on my words as I explain.
"Interesting…"
"What I don't remember is the reason….."
Newt barges into the room out of breath and tired, his limp more apparent, as he gasp speaking out. We both look at the young man confused in his exhaustion. It wasn't like Newt to be this out of breath and so that question was, what is the emergency? Although I couldn't complain for he had impeccable timing, which defuses the tension between Alby and I.
"It's, It's," he wheezes holding a hand up to signify a quick reprieve.
"Spit it out Newt!" Snaps Alby.
"It's Gally. Gally has return to Glade."
I sit still hoping this was joke, he'd be gone for nearly two week's. The shuck had he been? I watch the elated egress of the two males as they rush to the outside. Slowly I exit the room, follow by the building. My hand tight on my blade handles, I wasn't going to risk nothing with Gally around. Just like Newt said there in the flesh was Gally. His clothes were a mess, he had lost weight and his hair was longer. An animalistic urge tempts me slice his throat. Being gone for so long in Maze would only yield danger.
In a sea of people his eyes only raise to meet mine, his face lifeless and desensitized. He kept leering over at my face, as Alby and Newt try to ascertain knowledge of his whereabouts these past weeks. It was like he was in a trance, one that held firmly unwilling to let go. Things are only going to get worse the longer we stay here, I tell myself grabbing my chin. Back to Gally his eyes where empty, our gaze never breaking. Where were the wounds, the Griever injection marks, beside his clothes being ratty, he seem unharmed.
I feel a firm tap on my shoulder which forces me to turn around. It was Toven as he finally heard the news.
"If you ask me Greenine, I prefer him missing," Toven snickers at the commotion, his tone was harsh but, I'd be liar if I didn't have the exact sentiment.
"Agreed," I say nodding.
"Excuse me…" A voice says as the body belonging to it brushes between Toven and I.
"Who's that?" I scratch my head in confusion.
"That Louis, works in the blood house, and Gally best friend.
The two of us watch as he shoves and squeezes between the Gladers running up to Gally. Gally is still in a daze as Louis stares into his somber eyes, pulling him into a hug."I thought I lost you buddy." Louis moan and sobbed. "Some one get a Med-jack for shuck sakes. Stop staring and get back to work," he hisses angrily. "Gally, Gally answer me, Gally- it's me, Louis." Everyone still in shock watches as Louis shoves Newt and Alby away from his friend.
"Best friend huh?" I question in a snarky way, shaking my head in bewilderment.
"That's what I said moron."
"Your sure their not a thing?"
"I wouldn't be surprised."
"Seems like it."
"Are you sure you and Thomas aren't a thing?" Toven comments crudely.
"Real funny Toven," I say punching him in the arm, as we walk away from the crowd.
"I mean you been sting by a Griever and haven't gotten all your memories back, so it's a possibility."
I walk a few paces as head in mild disbelief to what I was hearing.
"Bye Toven," I yell back at him leaving him behind. In retrospect Toven and Orwell were like older brothers In a way. I care greatly from them even if they can be overbearing at times. A warm smile radiates as I think of my makeshift family. It was late in the afternoon as Thomas was still in the Maze, doing who knows what. It was honestly nice to relax for the day as I slink into the kitchen. Frypan and Sizzle are hard at work as I sit on the floor of the kitchen out of the way. Inside held less probability of running into Gally.
After awhile Sizzle hands me a pack lunch and kicks me out of the kitchen. With nothing better I return to that Apple orchid tree and eat lunch. It wouldn't be long till I was removed from the other's as I open my peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a side apple. Propping back on the tree, I enjoy lunch and end it with a small nap. My eyes close as my mind left to wander.
- WICKED HQ-
WICKED: Instant Messenger:
Chancellor Ava Paige: Tomorrow morning the next step will be implemented in the Maze Trail.
Board Director Bishop: The girl will play her part I assume?
Board Director Deacon: You'll be cutting off supply to the subjects? Have you enough data to suggest a hasty conclusion?
Chancellor Ava Paige: She will do her duty, rest assured Bishop. In regards to you Deacon. The results are inconclusive in most, but the stimuli we'll provide might just gain the results needed.
Board Director Deacon: You're held accountable if the trial is unsuccessful, Chancellor. I do hope you understand the gravitas of your action's!
Board Director Bishop: From the ones we do have data on, who shows the most prominent results.
Chancellor Ava Paige: I understand my modus operandi, Deacon. And Bishops the subjects that seem promising are, Minho, Orwell, Gally, Nox and Thomas.
Board Director Rook: What about the other one?
Board Director Nightingale: Yes your son, the one all of us had adamantly advise against.
Board Director: Sanctum: You're callous disregard of our orders could cost the whole trial.
Chancellor Ava Paige: His name is Ross, and he is crucial for the cure to exist. And last I checked I was in charge of Wicked, are I not?
Board Director Sanctum: Indeed you are, but-
Board Director Nightingale: No one calling your title of authority into question, but the carelessness of your decision.
Board Director Deacon: Nor saying what you've accomplish thus far and forward is irrelevant.
Board Director Rook: We expect a lot in the time frames set. And a inconsistency of an unknown variable, holds the possibility of disrupting everything.
Board Director Bishop: I hope you keep a handle on him and if need dispose of the boy if deem necessary Chancellor.
Chancellor Ava Paige: It would take more then just Griever's to stop him, he's already killed six. You can check his neural network scan's and read for yourselves. On a side note, he managed to find the cache room, out of all the subjects we've sent In three years.
Board Director Sanctum: Six Grievers, it makes sense, he created them and the trials.
Board Director Rook: Then I see no need to remove him. Yet…
Board Director Nightingale: I concur.
Chancellor Ava Paige: If that be all, I have preparation to prepare.
- Deacon, Bishop, Rook, Nightingale, Sanctum logged off-
-Unknown logged on-
Chancellor Ava Paige: Please tell me things on your end are coming together?
Unknown: Of course, it my job is it not?
Chancellor Ava Paige: Good… I need results more then the bellyaching directors.
Unknown: I assure you we'll be ready.
Chancellor Ava Paige: This is why I count on you.
-Ava and Unknown logged off-
A/N: Hey everyone it's been a short while since I posted. But here is chapter 11. Look I'm going to level with you, I'm nearly done with doing this first book. I feel so lock on what can take place. I feel literally trap to write something that's both a tie-in with the novel and movie as an AU. There isn't much I can touch upon given the set parameters of the Maze and Glade, without over usage of the same plot of a pervious chapter. I seriously can't wait to begin the scorch trials. There so much I can do as well as Death cure. I do plan on continuing the series with my own plot device after Death Cure. But that being said please endure with me as I navigate the rest of the Maze Runner. Thanks for reading, reviews are welcomed.