hey guys, all rights go to James Dashner, author of The Maze Runner. I don't own any of the characters other than Arden, Evelyn, Leo and Paige.
"I need your help."
The girl with orange hair glanced at the camera in front of her. She glanced down at the computer screen as she memorized her own face. Every little freckle to the smallest scar on her bottom lip she got from a training accident.
After all, soon she would forget.
"I-we need help. I can't keep letting people die, it's my job to protect them." Her breathing was going fast, the words couldn't get out quick enough. "I don't know what's true anymore. W.I.C.K.E.D tells me the world is destroyed by solar flares, that the world is being torn apart by cranks, but-" her eyes were wide in confusion, "-but I remember things. I remember playing in the street, I remember being close to my family and-"
There was a loud boom in the hall that pulled her attention away from the camera. She quickly looked back, her volume dropping drastically. "Something needs to change. Kids can't keep dying, no matter what the cause is." She took a deep breath and pressed her hands against the table to stop the shaking, "Along with this video, there will be dates and coordinates unless W.I.C.K.E.D. changes their plans, it should be the dates when we arrive at each different Phase, the next trials." She breathed deeply again and glanced at the address.
Lydia Martin. Beacon Hills, California.
She never could explain it, but that name was important to her, just as important as her friends' names. She looked back at the camera again, "I don't know if we'll ever get to see each other. W.I.C.K.E.D. might just kill me for this betrayal."
She could hear them now, the guard stomping through the hallways, rushing to find her.
"I don't have much time, but there should be a list of the subjects attached to this video, along with a list of W.I.C.K.E.D. employees and their backgrounds."
She could hear the voices of the guards, getting louder still.
'What have you done?'
She ignored his question and continued talking, "I know this doesn't make much sense and you could probably just ignore this email and be on your merry way." She smiled faintly, as if recalling happier times, "But I have a feeling that you and your friends aren't like that."
The guards were getting closer now, only a few corridors away from her. She had to be quick.
Panic hit her hard and for the first time since she became a guard, she felt desperate. "Please, you have to hurry, there's too much at stake-" her mind went to where the two most precious things to her were hidden away, ready for when her punishment came. She was sure she knew what it was. In fact, she was counting on it.
"Too many lives have already been lost-"
Blood splattered all over her hands...
"Too many lives are at stake-"
Corpses littering the ground...
"Too many close calls regarding the people we love-"
The gun resting comfortably in her hand...
"So many people hurt and forgotten-"
A blond boy tangled in ivy, his leg snapped in three different places...
"I can't fight this on my own, I need help."
They were at her door, trying to break it down.
She smiled sadly at the camera, certain that this would be the last time anyone saw her alive. You have to hurry, the trials will be over soon and they will move us. You must be quick and be strong-"
The door was starting to cave...
"And remember-"
There were more shouts on the other side...
"Never trust W.I.C.K.E.D."
She ended the video and clicked send, suddenly feeling a thousand times lighter when it finally sent. She sighed in contentment before clicking the keyboard.
Ctrl+Alt+S+D+T
"Self-Destruct Protocol Initiated."
She tossed the computer to the other side of the room. It fell to the floor with a clack. A few seconds later, the computer exploded.
The door finally gave away.