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For some of their group this was their first time entering the maze. Amelia, Newt and Minho all fanned out around the back of them to ensure no one got left behind. Chuck in particular was clearly not built for running, Amelia had to push him in front of her several times just to keep him going. The maze was eerily quiet, she had expected more resistance from the Grievers. It made her very uneasy. When they rounded the corner to the new passage way Thomas and Minho had found however it became apparent why the rest of the maze was quiet. The passage was swarming with grievers. Amelia counted at least ten but there were rather ominous noises coming from the dark chasms on either side of the passageway.

"Are there grievers?" Chuck whimpered. Thomas nodded looking at Minho.

"Chuck I need you to look after this for me please and stay at the back." Minho told the boy kindly, handing him the key.

"Come on Chuck you stay with me okay?" Theresa added pulling her hair up to a bun on the top of her head, Amelia noted the action and did the same. Sharing a glance with Thomas, Minho and Newt she nodded. Taking a deep breath they charged forward taking a few of the Grievers by surprise. They were able to take out the first few with relative ease, it was only when the Grievers cottoned onto them that life became really difficult. At one moment it seemed hopeless, Chuck had been hit in the side by a Griever and had momentarily dropped the key and had been forced to dive after it as the other Gladers watched in horror as it teetered near the edge. It was this moment that the Greivers had taken advantage of their distraction to pick off a few more from their group, Amelia's heart ached as glader after glader was killed or thrown to their death into the chasm below. Theresa half dragged a terrified Chuck towards the entrance which opened into a further passage as they neared with the key, revealing a circular door that immediately requested a passcode.

"THERE'S A CODE." Theresa yelled above the battle, "EIGHT NUMBERS."

"Eight numbers…" Thomas repeated to himself. He suddenly made eye contact with Amelia in realisation and they both yelled at Minho together,

"MINHO! THE SEQUENCE OF THE MAZE."

"ERM, SEVEN, ONE, FIVE, TWO, ERM SIX, FOUR…"

"Look out!" Newt's voice was barely audible over the sounds of the Grievers but it gave Minho the warning he needed. A Griever dropped out of the sky and down upon him. He struggled against it holding his spear against its mechanical claws but it was clear to them all that he was losing the fight. Jeff took one final glance at the others and threw himself at the Griever, distracting it long enough for Minho to get up. Amelia watched in horror as the Griever tore the medjack in half throwing him over the side for good measure. She blinked back tears as she turned back to Minho.

"What's the rest of the sequence?"

"SIX, EIGHT, FOUR, THREE." Minho screamed desperately pushing the Grievers back with his spear. There was a groaning sound and a hole opened in the wall, they all jumped through as quickly as they could and it sealed behind them barricading the Grievers inside the maze. Breathing heavily Amelia looked round and what was left of the Gladers. Eight were left. She shook her head trying not to think of the losses as she took in their surroundings for the first time. They were in a corridor, Thomas looked back at the group warily and then nodded for them all to walk forward. It was dark in the corridor but as if sensing their presence lights started to turn on as they moved. A few minutes went by in silence before they came across a door, a green flashing sign was above it read 'EXIT'. Amelia rolled her eyes as Frypan spoke.

"Seriously?"

"Big fan of sarcasm these creators." Amelia responded and nodded at Thomas to open the door, a hand found its way into her own and she gave Newt a nervous smile. What greeted them was chaos. Machines were beeping and a siren was going off in the distance. Bodies were scattered across the bright room, most wearing long white coats but a few uniform clad bodies could be seen as well, their guns fallen to the floor next to them. Newt squeezed Amelia's hand tighter.

"What happened here?" He questioned knowing no one would have the answer. Thomas moved towards a screen with a flashing red button, looking round as if asking for permission he received no objection and pressed the it. A blonde woman's face appeared on the screen.

Hello. My name is Doctor Ava Paige. I'm Director of Operations of the World Catastrophe Killzone Department. If you're watching this, that means you've successfully completed the Maze Trials. I wish I could be there in person to congratulate you... but circumstances seem to have prevented it. I'm sure by now, you must all be very confused, angry, frightened. I can only assure you that everything that's happened to you, everything we've done to you, it was all done for a reason. You won't remember, but the sun has scorched our world. Billions of lives lost to fire, famine, suffering on a global scale. The fallout was unimaginable. What came after was worse. We called it the Flare, a deadly virus that attacks the brain." Behind the woman chaos was occurring. The scientists had been hastily packing up it seemed but at that moment soldiers came roaring into the room. Shots were fired and white coat after white coat fell in the gun fire. As if unaware of what was going on behind her the woman continued to speak. "It is violent, unpredictable... incurable - or so we thought. In time, a new generation emerged that could survive the virus. Suddenly, there was a reason to hope for a cure, but finding it would not be easy. The young would have to be tested, even sacrificed, inside harsh environments, where their brain activity could be studied, all in an effort to understand what makes them different - what makes you different. You may not realize it, but you're very important. Unfortunately, your trials have only just begun. As you'll no doubt soon discover, not everyone agrees with our methods. Progress is slow, people are scared. It may be too late for us... for me... but not for you. The outside world awaits. Remember: Wicked is good." She raised a gun to her head and Amelia turned away just in time as a shot rang out and the screen turned off.

Thomas turned round and looked towards the office in the middle of the room, the blonde woman could be seen lying on the floor, blood pooling around her head.

"She said we were important… What do we do now?" Newt furrowed his brow as he looked around at the devastation.

"Come on." Thomas grimaced turning towards a corridor where light was peeking through at the end. "Lets get out of here."

"No." The Gladers all spun round and Amelia took a sharp intake of breath as she saw the boy behind them, black veins spilling onto his hard face and gun shaking in his hand as he pointed it towards Thomas.

"Gally?" Thomas tentatively questioned the boy. "How did you get past the Grievers?"

"We can't leave." Gally shook on the spot tears threatening in his eyes.

"We already did, we're free Gally." Thomas replied calmly.

"Free? You think we're free out there? We'll never be free." Gally cocked the gun preparing to shoot.

"Gally lets just calm down a bit ok? Come with us!" Amelia pleaded.

"I belong to the maze." He trembled out and pulled the trigger. The whole group moved as one. Newt grasped hold of Amelia and turned her round checking her over to make sure she wasn't hit. She did the same to him before turning round to face Gally. He was lying on the floor, a spear imbedded in his chest, Minho's arm was still raised from the throw. A small voice came from the middle of them all.

"Thomas?" Chuck fell to the floor before Amelia could catch him, a large red stain growing out of his chest. She screamed louder than she had ever screamed before and dropped to her knees next to him as Thomas held his head up.

"Chuck! No Chuck, come on man we're getting out of here!" Thomas was crying heavily as he spoke.

"Chuck?" Amelia whispered and squeezed his hand tight, he gave her a watery smile a he fumbled in his pocket. He pulled out a small carved figure and pushed it into Thomas's hands.

"No Chuck you're going to give it to them yourself!" Thomas cried. But Amelia could see the light fading from his eyes. She stroked his hair as she had done every night since he had come up in the box and dropped a kiss on his cheek her own tears splashing on him, when she rose back up to look at his face it was over. Thomas's howl of agony tore through her like a knife and she reached over to shut Chuck's lifeless eyes. Shouts suddenly erupted from the end of the tunnel and she was aware of Newt pulling her up quickly. Armed men grabbed hold of them shouting about getting out of here and they were rushed outside, she could still hear Thomas's shouts of grief from somewhere behind her as she was momentarily blinded by the brightness of the sun. Regaining her vision she saw a helicopter up a head which the men where guiding them too. Clasping Newt's hand tightly she jumped onto it pulling him with her. Once they were all on it took off giving them one last view of their old home before leaving it far behind.

"Don't worry, you're safe now." One of the men shouted to them. Amelia caught Thomas's eye and sensed his immediate distrust of their rescuers. She fought the urge to roll her eyes, she sensed their troubles were far from over.

A.N.

Eyyyyy, we're done with the first film.