A/N: Here we go! I promised another chapter before the end of the month and here it is. I've got something quite important to talk to you all about but i'll put it at the end.

Enjoy!

Chapter 5

We pack up in the dark the next morning. The tension is tangible. Stuffing my stuff back into my pack, I sneak a look across the fire at Teresa. What happened to her in the WICKED facility? What does she know that we don't, that makes her think its ok to harvest people? To make her think that we were wrong in leaving? I sigh putting those thoughts to the back of my mind as Newt says, 'So, which way?

I smile at him. 'That way,' I say pointing north. The group makes a small noise of agreement and begin to walk. I tuck Newt's scarf around my neck a bit tighter to stop the morning chill penetrating my body too much before heading off after the others. I notice Frypan slowing his pace so he walk with me. We walk in silence for about 5 minutes; well I say silence but the noise of the gears working in Frypan's head make enough noise to alert me to his thoughts.

'Are you okay?' I say quietly. He looks at me, first with a surprised look, which them morphs into one of apology.

'I'm sorry, for what I said last night. About missing the Glade. I didn't mean it.' Frypan whispers, starting at the ground.

I chuckle a little bit. 'Yeah you did.' He looks up sharply, but I continue to smile gently. 'Although I'm not sure you meant it like that. I'm not sure any of us could miss being trapped in the centre of a maze, surrounded by things trying to kill us.' He chuckles a bit at this. 'But,' I continue, 'I miss our friends. I miss the comradery. I miss the small ounce of safety we felt inside the glade, as long as we didn't go into the maze, we would be fine. Out here, there's none of that. There's only 8 of us left, and the majority of the time, we're in mourning, or running away from… someone. There's no safe place, not yet.' I smile at Frypan who is still looking at me. 'If we find the Right Arm,' I start.

'When, we find the Right Arm,' Frypan interrupts. I nod my head, laughing softly.

'When, we find the Right Arm, then we might find that safe place we all need.' Frypan grabs my hand.

'Thank you,' He says. I furrow my brows.

'What for?' I ask.

'For getting us out of the maze, for getting us away from WICKED… for staying with Winston.' He looks down at this. I squeeze his hand.

'I'd do the same for all of you.' He nods.

'I know. Your one strong son of a bitch.' I full on laugh this time. Frypan joins in as the rest of the group turns round. We must look a sight. The pair of us stood in the middle of a desert, joined hands and tears leaking from our eyes.

Once we have calmed down and taken a few deep breaths, Frypan squeezes my hand, and then goes up front to walk with Jak and Aris. I take this moment alone to look around at our surroundings. Sand, sand and more sand. I could see nothing in the distance as a large hill blocked the horizon. Speeding up my pace I start to climb the hill, pushing harder and harder, trying to reach the top to see how far we had to go. The hazy image of mountains in the distance brought a small smile to my face. We were getting closer. Slowly, but we were.


We stopped for the night in a small town. The buildings were mainly crumbling and falling down, but we managed to find one that had enough shelter for us to spend the night. Sat by the fire, I rub my arms as the air around us gets increasingly cool. Spirits seem to have picked up a bit from this morning; Aris, Jak and Frypan are sat to the left of me, laughing about something or other, whilst Newt, Tommy and Minho are plotting to the right. Teresa as usual is sat on her own, knees tight to her chest. I catch her eye and nod over to the far corner before getting up. I hear her shuffling behind me so don't look back. Resting on a fallen piece of concrete, I cross my arms and look at her.

'You wanna tell me what happened?' I say quietly so the others can't hear me. Out of the corner of my eye I see Newt and Thomas watching us.

'What do you mean?' Teresa says, shrugging her shoulders. I cock and eyebrow and stare. Teresa's eyes fall to the ground. She can't even look at me.

'At WICKED,' I clarify, bringing her attention back to me. Teresa sighs a bit and settles herself next to me.

'Nothing.' She says finally.

'Are you kidding?' I say. 'Teresa, what happened? You're not the same as before. In the maze, all you wanted to do was to get away from WICKED, and now you wanna go back to them?' She shakes her head, slowly. 'Please. Just tell me what happened. We can help. I promise.' Teresa shifts a bit as tears collect in her eyes. I reach out to take her hand.

'They gave me back my memories.' She whispers quickly. My hand halts in the air.

'What?' I breathe out. Did she say what I think she just said? They gave her back her memories.

'I remember everything. What life was like before the flare, and before we were taken by WICKED. Our lives at WICKED. Thomas and I worked for them because we believed in what we were doing. We truly believed we were doing the right thing.' She implores, trying to get me to understand.

'So what,' I start, 'you feel guilty, or some sort of loyalty to them. They lost the right to ask that of you as soon as they put you in the maze.' Teresa shakes her head again.

'It's not that.'

'Then what?' I say, gripping her hand tightly.

'I still believe that they're doing the right thing.' I barely hear her this time. Her voice is so quiet that I don't think she even heard what she was saying. But I caught it. I understood what she said. My hand drops from hers as I stare at her. 'Kira.' She reaches for my hand again, but I shoot backwards and away from her. How can she…? How dare she…? 'They're trying to cure people. People like that woman in the video. There are thousands of people suffering, all over the world. WICKED are trying to cure the Flare. The only way that the doctors have found is through us. They took an oath to protect the world. We all did. And that's what they're doing. Curing people.' I'm stood up now, still staring at Teresa in horror. I flick my eyes over to the camp. No-one has seen us. Turning back towards Teresa, I tilt my head to hint to her that we should go slightly further from the camp. She sighs and nods.

Walking further away, I try to push down the anger threatening to bubble over the surface. 'Let her explain,' my brain says. 'You know her. She wouldn't say this unless she had a reason.' I turn to face her, looking expectant.

'What do you want me to say?' She whispers.

'Something that makes all this shit make sense. Because right now it doesn't.' My voice quivers from fury.

'I took an oath,' she starts.

'To protect the world.' I finish, 'Not harvest it. How is that protecting us?' My voice raises slightly this time, before I notice and bring it down again.

'If we don't do something an entire generation will die.' Teresa cries.

'Isn't that exactly what WICKED is doing? Killing an entire generation, so they can live?' I can feel the heat rising in my face, anger forcing its way to the surface.

'Not all of our generation are immune…' Teresa starts, but at this point I have had enough.

'But most are! I'm sorry but I refuse to give up my life and the lives of the people I love so that monsters like WICKED can live. After everything they have put us through, our entire lives taken away and forced to partake in some sick test, we deserve to live. To be free. We deserve to make our own lives, our own choices. To fall in love and have children and families. Everything. We weren't born, solely to be slaughtered like meat for others gain. Don't get me wrong, if they can find another way, then be my guest. They can have blood and tissue samples and whatever else, but if at the end of day, I can't go home and live my life then…' I shrug my shoulders at this point. She gets what I mean. 'I won't give them my life. Not again. Not that.' Teresa is shaking her head, tears falling down her face.

'But there are so many people suffering. People that need a cure now! I'm trying to be realistic!'

'Then you go back.' I burst. 'I won't stop you. Go. Let them harvest you for the cure. But they are not having us.' Teresa's breathing is starting to get heavy, I can tell she is getting angry too.

'BUT THEY DON'T EVEN WANT YOU!' She shouts. I quickly look over to the camp. Newt is staring back at us, looking confused.

'We're okay.' I call back. Newt nods and begins talking to the others again. I spin round to look at Teresa.

'How do you know that?' I ask coldly, glaring at her.

'They told me. They said that you were special. That you weren't like the others. That they had been ordered not to take you.' I try to look surprised even though I already knew. I can tell I'm not that convincing. 'Did you know?' She asks quietly, looking at me curiously. I groan at the headache starting to form at the base of my skull. I nod gently.

'When we were in the harvesting room,' I saw Teresa wince at the name I had given it. Serves her right, I thought. 'Ava told Janson not to take me. That I was too valuable.' I thought back to the look on her face. If pound signs could of flashed in her eyes, they would've. I dread to think what would be waiting for me, if I got brought back.

'Then why do you care?' This quiet statement shook me out of my memories and made me come crashing down to the present with a wallop.

'Why do I care?' I look at her, but I no longer feel like I'm staring at the same person. My Teresa would have got why I cared. 'No-one deserves that. No-one deserves to be strung up and drained of everything. Especially not our family.'

'But they're not your family. They're just kids that WICKED put in the maze with you. You're real family could be out there. Suffering.' I shake my head, remembering what I had remembered after I was stung.

'They're not.' I say simply, glaring at Teresa harder.

'What do you mean?'

'My mother is dead. WICKED killed her. Shot her, because she wouldn't give me up. Dunno about my father. Probably dead as well.' Her lifeless body haunts my thoughts as I look down at the ground. The sound of my own childish cries fill my ears.

'I'm sor…'

'Don't! Those boys are my family. They are everything I know and love. Everything I hold dear. I thought you were my family too; guess I was wrong.' Teresa looked at me, shock plastered all over her face, tears dripping down onto her chest.

'Kira.' She whispers. I shake my head, laughing bitterly.

'No. They took my memories. They took all of our memories. They put us together and forced us to face the worst things they could imagine. To test us.' I look at Teresa, who is now looking at floor. 'We don't know much about this world, but if all people share their views, maybe they should be wiped out. People that think it's okay, to torture children, then let them think that they have been rescued only then to string them up and use them as a cure, should not be in control of this world. We could start again. Our children would be immune and so would their children. We could rebuild the world, and soon enough the Flare would die out and so would the cranks.' Teresa looks up, as if she can't believe what I am saying.

'How can you say that?'

'Just being realistic,' I bitterly echo her words back to her. She gapes at me. I turn away as tears begin to fall down my cheeks. I didn't mean what I said. I don't want to wipe out all of the generation above. I'm just so angry, and hurt. How could she do this to us? Wiping away my tears, I turn round again. 'Did you ever see it? The room.' Teresa shakes her head. 'There were hundreds of people. Hundreds of children. All of whom have come from mazes just like ours.'

'I know…' Teresa starts.

'No.' I interrupt, putting up a finger. 'You don't know. You were there for a few days. You didn't experience half of what we went through in there. You just sat, watching, in your comfy chair, safe, whilst we struggled. Our friends died, our family. How long did you watch us for?' Teresa hangs her head in shame.

'Since the beginning.'

'Do you remember George?' She nods slowly. 'He was always smiling, always wanted to help. To do his bit. But he died. Because of WICKED. He was 13 years old. He probably had a family out here, waiting for him.' I pause for a second. 'Jackson, Hank, Stephen, Nick, Jay, Alby, Jeff, Clint, Chuck, Gally, Winston and all the others that died because of WICKED, …was worth it? Over 40 children died in their test, and that was just our maze. There were hundreds of mazes. Thousands of people died. Millions of children were put through that. And for what, to be strung up. Look,' I sigh, 'I'm not blaming you. As much as it sounds like I am, I'm not. You were brought up being told that WICKED is good. That what they're doing is right. And them giving you back your memories, that just solidified that. You're a good person, I know that. It's just frustrating to see that they have twisted and manipulated you. And maybe we have too. Only knowing the bad things that WICKED have done, to us, that's probably manipulated our view of them. But please, don't take away our choice.' I walk up to Teresa and wipe the tears of her face with my thumb. I never meant to hurt her. 'You can go back, if you want. I won't stop you. I won't tell the others why. But if you stay, you have to stop feeling guilty. The others are noticing.' I give her a small smile and begin to walk to the camp.

'I'll stay.' She says. 'I've got your back.' I nod before continuing back. As we reach the fire, the others all look up.

'Everything okay?' Thomas says. I nod.

'Yeah, you know, girl-talk.' The boys all groan before Jak says, 'What's girl-talk?' The others laugh as Teresa and I sit back down. I settle myself between Newt's legs whilst Teresa sits close to Thomas, whispering to him. I lean my head back against his chest which rumbles when he asks, 'Do we wanna know what you two were gossiping about?' I laugh quietly before saying, 'Probably not.' He laughs before kissing the top of my head. I hate lying to him. 'Where's Minho?'

'Gone to check the perimeter. You know he doesn't like staying still for too long.' I make a small noise of agreement. Closing my eyes, I take deep breath try to relax. Newt's body temperature takes the edge of the chill starting to set in.

'We should play a game.' Jak says suddenly. I open one eye and look at him.

'Like what?' Frypan asks.

'How about the story game?' Minho's voice comes from behind us. I crane my neck round to find him and see him sauntering over from one of the doors.

'What's that?' Teresa asks quietly. I smile. At least she's participating now.

'It's a game Kira made up ages ago. We're sat in a circle and one person starts off saying a word. The next person in the circle says another word, and in the end it creates a weird story. For example…' Frypan clears his throat loudly. 'Once.' He looks over at Minho, who says, 'Upon.'

Newt. 'A'

Me. 'Time.'

We look over at Thomas. 'There.'

Teresa. 'Was.'

Jak. 'A.'

Aris. 'Dog?' We all laugh. This is going to be a weird one.

Frypan. 'The.'

Minho. 'Dog's.'

Newt. 'Name.'

Me. 'Was.'

Thomas. 'Mark.' We all laugh again.

'Mark? What a great name for a dog?' Minho chuckles.

Teresa. 'Mark.'

Jak. 'Went.'

Aris. 'For.'

Frypan. 'A.'

Minho. 'Doctor's.'

Newt. 'Appointment?' What was this turning into? Anyway basically it ended with Mark the dog going to the doctors because it had a cold. The doctors telling him there was nothing they could do except amputate his nose. (Blame Minho for the dodgy turn.) The aliens came and took Mark to their planet to become the king. The End.

Don't ask me how it turned to that. That's the great thing about that game. You never know where it is going to lead. After a couple more rounds, including one about a man who lost his house and a war over chicken, we decided to call it a night. I leaned back against Newt again, massaging my aching tummy (I had laughed so much it had started to hurt) and closed my eyes. They turned heavy almost instantly. I felt a warm cover being put over us and Newt murmuring to someone about something, although at this point I was barely listening anymore. Just before I dropped off, I felt a warm arm work its way round my middle. I smiled before finally letting myself go.


Ava is staring at me. I'm sat in a room. I look around and take notice of the white walls and concrete floor.

'Florence.' She says. I don't respond. That's not my name, I feel myself thinking. 'Florence.' Once again I ignore her. 'Kira,' she snaps. I finally look up at her and give her a sweet smile.

'Yes?' I say politely, aware that this is annoying the shit out of her, and loving it.

She sighs irritably. 'You know why you have not been placed with the other children. Correct?'

I nod my head and repeat back what she has said again and again. 'Because I'm special. I'm different. Because you have spent too much time, money and energy on me to place me with the rabble.' I add a bit extra on the end with a smirk. Ava obviously doesn't appreciate my wit.

She nods stiffly towards the door. I get up and begin to follow her. We walk down several long hallways in silence. Coming round a corner, I begin to hear voices. Laughter and shouting. She turns to look at me, and nods at one of the windows on the wall. I walk up and look through. The room is full of children, some the same sort of age as me and some younger. They are laughing and talking to each other. Completely clueless. I stare at them. These are "the others" then. A dull ache in my chest forces me to look away.

'This is why you are being kept separate. We are training you to protect them. To keep them alive.' I furrow my brows and look up at her.

'What does that mean?' I ask. She smiles slightly before walking off down the corridor again. I take one last look through the window before following. Keeping my head down I follow Ava through several more corridors before emerging into more familiar territory. The shooting gallery.

Walking to the stand I pick up the gun and start to load it. 'The target is trying to get to that room.' Ava says sternly. 'He's trying to hurt them. Trying to kill them.' A rush of panic fills me up. They are so innocent. They don't know what is coming for them. Footsteps slowly echo from the back of the room. Without thinking I throw up the gun and shoot into the darkness, where I heard the noise.

BANG
BANG
BANG

A loud thump makes me realise what I have done. Switching the safety on and chucking it on the ground, I run towards the back of the room. A dark shape is slumped on the floor.

'TURN ON THE LIGHTS!' I scream as I reach the figure. A crackling overhead and the room bursts into light. I come to a sudden halt, holding my hands over my mouth. Tears track down my face. I stumble backwards to escape the dark red liquid oozing onto the floor.

A hand grabs my shoulder. Pushing it of roughly I go to run out of the room. The guard grabs me from behind round my waist and lifts me into the air. I wrap my leg around his and pull it in causing his knee to unlock and for him to fall. Using the fact that he is off balance, I bring back my arm and elbow him in the face. His grip on me loosens and I am able to pull free. Heading towards the door again, Ava steps in front of me.

'Why did you make me do that?' I cry, finally losing my composure.

'You needed to learn.' She says simply.

'To kill?'

'To protect.'


Jolting awake, I sit up quickly. It's still dark. I turn in my spot to see Newt still asleep. Gently, I stand up and walk over to one of the windows. The glass has gone now so it's not really much of a window, more of a hole in the wall. I try to push back the memories I've just seen, but they are crashing around at the forefront of my mind. The image of the man's body stays right in front of my eyes. My head starts to spin, so I make my way outside. As soon as I feel that I am far enough away from the group, I bend at the waist and let go of the sick forming in my throat. The burning in my throat makes me catch my breath. I grab onto a wall to stop me from losing my balance. My head pounds and my eyes water. A hand on my back causes me to try and open my eyes. Tears fill them up so quickly, I can't see who it is.

'It's okay,' the voice says gently, rubbing my back. It's Minho. Taking a few deep breaths, I wipe my eyes and then my mouth on my sleeve. I look at Minho. He takes my hand as we walk away from the pile of vomit on the floor. We sit by a wall in silence. I can tell he wants to ask me questions, but he is holding them in for my sake.

'I'm sorry.' I whisper to him. His arm works its way round my shoulder, squeezing it tightly.

'Do you want me to wake Newt?' He asks, looking a bit panicky. I giggle. He never did know what to do when I was upset. I shake my head.

'He needs his sleep.' I'd noticed the dark shadows under his eyes becoming more and more prominent over the last couple of days.

'What happened?' He says softly. I sigh.

'I keep remembering things. From before.' I whisper, not sure whether I'm going to be able to say it.

'Like the gun.' I wince, before taking it out of the back of my trousers. I look at it for a second, feeling distaste, leaking from every pore. 'What is it?'

Not taking my eyes from the gun I say, 'They made me kill someone.' I hear him intake a small sharp breath. 'They took me to see you lot. You were all laughing and talking.' I close my eyes. 'Then Paige said that there was a man trying to hurt you. All of you. And that it was my job to protect you, because you couldn't protect yourselves. So I shot him. Killed him.' I can feel cold trickles making their way down my face. 'Here I am calling WICKED monsters, when the real monster is sat right here.'

'Don't be stupid.' Minho says chuckling. I look up at him partially confused, partially horrified.

'What the hell are you talking about?'

'Look, I killed Gally.' He whispers.

'He killed Chuck. He would've killed us.' I state slowly. He nods.

'Yeah, he would've. And I wouldn't put it past WICKED to hurt one of us if you didn't do as they say.' I hadn't thought of that. I don't know if they did that. I couldn't remember, but as Minho said, I wouldn't put it past them. He raises a cocky eyebrow, knowing that he has a point. I nod with a small smile. 'Right, now that that ridiculousness is out of the way, how's Newt?' The classic cheeky Minho grin is full formed now as he stares at me waiting for an answer. Heat rushes to my cheeks as I splutter for an answer.

'I, Um, I, Fine, I think.' Minho laughs.

'You were looking very cosy tonight. All wrapped up in a blanket, sleeping together.' My cheeks are burning. I start to smile back.

'As a matter of fact I was, thank you very much. Very comfy.' He smirks.

'Good, good.' I can tell he's going to ask more but I decide to cut this interrogation short.

'Yes, yes, very comfy. So comfy in fact, I'm going to go back and see if I can get some more sleep.' I chuckle at his disappointed face and walk back inside. Reaching the group I settle myself back in between Newt's legs, which I'm pretty sure are in the exact same position as they were before. Leaning back, I feel Newt's arm tighten again. I catch Minho's eye and smirk before resting my head back and falling asleep.


The next morning, we pack up quickly and head off. For as far as the eye can see now, there is just desert. No buildings, no shelter, just sand. We walk for a solid 6-7 hours towards the hazy mountains in the distance before taking a break. As we rest a rumbling causes us to turn around. Fucking hell! I look over to Newt.

'It's another sandstorm!' He shouts.

'Should we try and walk through it?' I call back. Thomas shakes his head.

'This one looks worse than last time.' He flicks his eyes around the desert, looking for any signs of shelter. 'There's nothing here!' He shouts to me. 'We can't risk trying to find some shelter now. We should use the time to prepare!' I nod, fully agreeing. Throwing my bag on the floor, I pull out some pieces of cloth I had picked up over our travels.

'Everyone come here.' The group moves round me. 'Any pieces of cloth, scarves, clothing that you have, wet it and use it to cover your mouth, nose, eyes and ears.' I grab a water canister and wet Newt's scarf that is still around my neck. Pulling it over my mouth I take a few deep breaths. The others all begin to do the same thing until all the water is gone and we are all covered up.

'Get close to the ground!' Thomas shouts, through the cloth. He reaches for Teresa and Aris' hands. We take his lead and join hands before sinking to the floor. Quickly letting go of Teresa's other hand, I pull the remaining cloth over my eyes, before closing them and resting my head on my pack. We wait for around 20 minutes before the storm hits us. We lie on the ground, hands covering our heads, waiting. When it finally hits, it feels like nothing I have ever felt. Sand whips against my body, beating and pummelling every inch of me. I hear groans from the others, I'm pretty sure they are feeling it too. This goes on for a few hours, before it lets up enough for us to sit up. Looking around at the others, I can tell they feel the same way I do.

'Let's stay here for tonight,' I say, before flopping down on the ground again. A quiet murmuring accompanies some shuffling but no objections. Some footsteps come up behind me as Newt positions himself next to me. I turn over and smile. His wild hair has not been helped by the storm. It is stuck up in a million directions. I reach up and ruffle it. Sand falls out and showers us both. Newt chuckles and takes my hand. Pulling me closer, I rest my head on his chest, whilst he leans on my pack.

'Are you okay?' He whispers. I nod before breathing in his scent. It's different from how it was in the Glade. Where he used to smell of sweat and smoke, now he smells of… I don't know, sort of like 4 day old shower gel, sweat and a smell I can only describe as sand. We probably all smell the same. Closing my eyes, I try put all worries out of my mind. Somewhere along the way I fall asleep.


'Hey. Hey. Get up.' I groan, when Thomas' voice breaks my sleep. 'Kira, Newt, get up.' A sharp kick to my leg causes me to open my eyes. 'Come on, let's go. Jak, Aris.' I recognise the tone of excitement in Thomas' voice and get up. 'I see something.' He point to the horizon, where about 20 or 30 glittering lights flicker in the distance. My heart starts to race. Did we make it?

'Woah! What is it? What...' Minho says, still groggy from sleep.

'You see that?' Thomas stutters. I grin at him before grabbing my pack and slinging it over my shoulders.

'It's lights.' Jak utters amazed.

'Yes, yes very pretty, let's go!' I grumble. Why do they always do this? You know that the longer they stare at something before moving, the longer there is for something bad to happen.

'We made it.' Minho says quietly.

'Oh for fucks sake. Why did he have to go and say that, that's just asking for tro…' I start, before a loud rumble, makes us spin round. Dark clouds have filled the sky, crackling with lightning.

I instantly start to run away from the group towards the lights. A strike of lightning hits the ground a couple of hundred meters in front of the group.

'STOP ADMIRING THE FUCKING SCENERY AND MOVE!' I bellow just as another strikes scarily closer.

I don't know what was said but they all grab their bags and begin running towards me.

'Come on, let's go. Let's go! Hurry!' I shout before starting to run again. The clouds are moving fast, as is the lightning; new strikes every couple of seconds. We move as fast as we can, towards what I can now make out another big warehouse. Shells of cars are littered out front.

'Go!'

'Run!'

'Keep moving! Come on!' Shouts of encouragement and terror echo from behind me. I quickly look behind me and see that Teresa is lagging behind.

'Let's go! Come on, Teresa!' I scream, which obviously Thomas hears as he puts an arm behind her pushing her forward. The clouds are right over us now. A couple of meters to my left a loud BANG, and a flying barrel cause me to get moving again.

'We're getting closer!' Teresa shouts. Reaching the door I begin tugging at it trying to get it to open.

'Keep going! Get inside! Go!' Thomas shouts to me.

'I'm fucking trying!' I shout back, giving the door a strong yank before the door comes loose. As it swings open, I hear a cry of pain from behind me. Spinning round, I see Thomas and a smoking Minho on the floor. 'Minho!' Racing back towards them I shout to Teresa, Frypan and Jak, 'The doors open, get inside!' I race past them reaching the others. Newt and Aris grab Minho whilst I put my arm round Thomas' waist forcing him to move.

Frypan stands by the door, holding it open as we approach. 'Come on! Hurry up!' He shouts, motioning for us to hurry with his arm. 'Come on! Get in.'

We race into the darkness, as Frypan brings the door shut behind us with a loud CLANG.

So i have now finished writing this up until the end of the Scorch Trials. The problem is as i'm following the movie plot it doesn't match with the book plot making it impossible to continue until the next film comes out. Don't worry though i have enough to upload until July, but after that we will all have to wait til next January for the next film to come out.

However in the meantime i was wondering what other fan fictions you would be interested in me writing. I'm going to set up a poll on my profile, with the genre's i have ideas for, but if any of you have other ideas, feel free to let me know. I will start writing as soon as i have a decent amount of feedback and get right back to you!

Spoonie: Your welcome! I think Spoonie is a great nickname. I have a friend we call Skippy because of the last name Skipworth. :)

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