Chapter Twelve:

My eyes jerk open, funny I don't recall nodding out. There is alarms wailing all over, like inside my head and my vision is blurry yet vivid. I get up ready to strike or do whatever needed to protect myself. The dread of fear is over my neck as I can hear screaming, but not any screaming. The screams of my friends as if they were are under attack it's blood boiling yet terrifying as I have no weapon, I'm powerless and weak. There all calling out to each other, before the world turns to open wastes and there a brewing sandstorm.

The storm is peeling at my skin as I fall to my knees with the sound of Cranks approaching closer. I'm gaging on sand as gritts between my teeth. Further away in spot of the storm is shadows of people running being rip apart by blinding winds. The army of cranks are soon upon them. My body doesn't respond to me. I cannot will myself to move. The winds are so loud but the pleas and screams are louder. If can't get up, I'm forced to watch. It's tearing my heart to witness this atrosticy. It a act of crumbling sanity.

Beyond despairing madness I'm force to take a drastic measures. Wanting to snuff it out, I forcefully drive my fingers into both ears, causing them rupture my eardrums. I welcome the sound of slience, but one issue remains. Slowly in deafting sorrow, my body begins sink into the sand. I start to claw my eyes out like some angered birdm Vastly yet painfully ridding me of this oddity of freak show. Now there nothingness but the ability of three remaining senses. I mornfuly weep with a heavy heart. To weak to deal with pressing issues. So I took away every the universe could use against me. I'm sorry, Soo sorry. I can feel the weight of the sand hardening around my neck, my body inching and squirming to death unavoidable. There is nothing not even shallow attempts at breathing. My life is officially over the remaining consciousness drifting away into a state of entropy. The is no need to struggle it's far to late, my brain is starving from lack of oxygen, although in vain it's resisting to let loose any remaining sentience. There is nothing left just micro seconds in all of this hellish eternity, then without a bang there is a release, sweet and simple, the flame of life now extinguished.

"Ross."

"Ross….."

"Ross…..!"

I jerk up rather hard, my face is cold and wet. Some how I was back inside the dormitory the gang surrounding me.

"Seems they did the same to you as well. Rest assured it was only an forced hallucination." Nyx said, extending his hand to lift me off the bunk.

"A hallucination, that's a bitter relief. But assuring. Now that I have you, mind a chat perchance?"

"Alright, just one moment."

Nyx walked away closing the door keeping the others out. We took our seat on a couch and I realized what I had over looked. "So I'm positive you've heard my story from Curie. But now I realize why something is familiar about you."

"Familiar?"

"Yes. When I was in the Maze, I met a boy. He was very inept. He was part of the reason we eacped. His name was Nox, he was your younger twin."

"Was?" His voice said baffled.

"Yes. He made a deal with a psychopath who wanted me dead. A story for another time, but this guy promised if he betrayed me and brought me to him, he would help him find you."

"My brother remembered me. I can't believe he'd do something so insane." Nyx said rubbing his head, hoping to recollect any form of memories.

"It's not entirely his fault." I said with a heavy sigh. "He was being decived, he did what his heart told him. In the end when I was tied up and beaten mercilessly, it slip out that once I was dead, he would of turn on Nox. But Nox saved me, given me a second chance to live. It costs him his life regrettably." I pause wonder if I could of still saved him.

"Oh?" Was all that came out his mouth.

Yet as his dying wish I swore to find you. Seems I've have,"I said my thoart swelling in a painful joy."He wants you to know he never forgotten or gave up looking. He's sorry you two couldn't be reunited. So before he passed, I made another promise. A promise to keep you safe!"

"I… I…" Nyx got up without another word. His face fell pale. He was struggling with the disbelief. I got up and put my hand on his shoulder in comfort. "All this time I had a brother who I was forced to forget. He died, trying to sacrifice his friends merely just to find me? And all I can do to repay him is not even know he exsisited. I'm a horrible brother."

"You're the opposite, just a victim of WICKED just like the rest of us. And one day they'll pay, I swear this!"

"I don't know how'll accomplish this, but count me as an friend that will raise a war flag in your steed." He said sternly.

"Good then, because I'm going to keep that promise. If I can I'll do whatever's in my power to protect you."

"And I you the same!"

Nyx might be Nox's twin brother, but he also resembled Thomas. He had a quality of leader. I couldn't tell them apart by straight merit. He's dependable and brave. He led his friends out of a hellhole, I have no doubt we'll get through many of things that oppose us.

"Hey Nyx what's that written on your back?"

"What do you mean?" He said fiddling with his shirt.

"Hold still," I took hold and lifted his short to see a black plastered tattoo design on his back with a number. "Property of WICKED, C13 The Black Knight. That's what it says."

"The Black Knight, what could that mean? Let see if you have one."

"It say Biohazard," but I wasn't fast enough when he lifts up my shirt.

"No it doesn't. It says: Property of WICKED A0 The Martyr.

When did it change? I knew what the word mean, clearly I will sacrifice for a cause or for someone. Which is true. I end up putting others before my safety going as far is giving my life up. It's natural to me. I don't know why, but it's the truth. I'll never forget that night in the Glade. I was in the cell for being disobediencnt after beating Gally in our fight. Some of the Gladers had went missing and a Griever came into the Glade. It snatch up Orwell. With Thomas able to free me, I went rushing into the Maze at night to rescue my roommate and the others. I didn't care what happened to me. The injury's meant nothing as I carried on killing five Griever's alone. I didn't do it for praise. I did it because it was the right thing to do. Yeah it landed me in more trouble and injured, but once my made the dive into Maze, nothing else mattered. Since then I've done things for the sakes of my friends despite the fear if death. I see why I was tittled a Martyr.

Eventually we checked the rest of our gang. We each had that same tattoo design and property of WICKED crap, but we all had a different tittle.

Jane was C19 The Allegiant. Soc was C7 The Mastermind Curie was C29 The Technophile. Leon was C4 The Short Fuse. Which ironically was funny, C4 being explosives and him allway easily enraged which is a coined as a short fuse. Ava must of had herself a laugh making that one, it was funny on a intelligent level.

Eventually normality took contorl as we quested how the tattoos gotten there. So many different guess, we although for while tried to figure out tattoo meaning which we did. The fun times came to a close when unfortunately something drew everyones attention. Each of their faces scribble with a heavy fear and boiling rage. Should I fear what's behind me. So slowly I turn around to see-.

A/N: Cliffhanger Time, who doesn't love one. Ok so I was pressed for ideas and didn't wanna call quits when I got to this part. I had made a mock Maze Runner story about the group C. But since this going to be lengthy I'll divulge their story during this part. Im taking amore book apporch in the coming chapters as well somethings I'll throw in. Yet be story telling what happened to the new group that Ross is with as a bit of filler to we get to the middle. I do my utmost not to dilute the main story..