Hello, I'm back! And completely blown away! I'm so glad you guys enjoy my story, and want me to continue. But I'm going to be honest and say that updates might not be regular since I'm back at school. I'll try to keep it between two and three weeks but I'm sorry I can't make any more promises other than that I'll try my best.

But, back to your really kind reviews...

Eleanor Jones: Thanks so much! I'm glad you find it intense, 'cause what would the Maze Runner be without intensity? And, I'm sure you'll be able to write brilliantly should you ever post a story! And God, I love Harry Potter, all that emotion and twists...sorry Fan girl moment...thank you so much for your review and I hope to keep hearing from you.

XoDixonXo: Oh my God! You reviewed! You didn't have to, but it's really, really great that you did. I'm glad you like it, and I can't wait for your next story!

Angelus: Thank You! And here's some more!

Wolfkin1: First, thank you very much for your review. Second, to answer your questions, 1: It's actually the first book, but later on you may find it slightly AU to the series, with a twist...Can't tell you though. Spoilers. Alright, second question: I rewrote it. Really, my mind changed when I was writing chapter five of this story and I decided to take a different route. Is it any good? We'll have to wait and see...

And a BIG THANK YOU to all those who followed and favorited my story.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Maze Runner or any of it's characters, but I do own this writing POV and my Oc. No, I am not making any money off of this because if I was I wouldn't be struggling to resist spending my last five bucks on a ice cream sunday and gum.

Now for your feature presentation...

It's cold…that's the first sensation that hits me as my senses slowly come back. It's so, so cold…I think I'm shivering…no, I am shivering, but I make no move to warm myself. Can I even move? Automatically it seems, I squeeze my invisible hand into a fist, an answer to my question. But it feels…wrong somehow…too slow, too disconnected…Why's it so dark? It is dark, too dark. I can't see anything…My eyes are shut, stupid. But I couldn't open my eyes…no, I didn't want to open them.

Why not?

I feel like I know the answer to the question, but it's like I can't quite figure out how to put it. Or…I can't remember…the thought…no, the fact makes something claw at my stomach and I feel my nails to dig into my palm, drawing blood. It takes a second to figure out why; I'm angry…I'm pissed…another emotion hits me, burning so that I almost see red behind my eyelids. I hate them…I wish I can say that the realization shocked me, but it doesn't. That only makes things worse.

Their fault…it's all their fault…A voice whispers to me, unrecognizable to my ears. I shiver again, though this time not from the cold. Am I insane? Who is that? Then another question comes, one that's both numbing and horrifying. Is it me?

Their fault…their fault…How can't I know my own voice? Their fault…it's their fault! Why can't I…They did this! They did everything! My heart beats. Remember?

Two more beats. Why can't I remember?

I let out a shuddering breath, feeling my chest rise and fall but not seeing anything because my eyes are still shut. Why can't I remember?

Their fault…and something in me, perhaps a spark memory, ignites bringing in a cold hardness of loathing and determination. Yes, it is. I agree, even though I can't remember who 'they' are. But something tells me I have them to thank for that.

Open your eyes now…Another voice coaxes, and this time I feel warmth spread through me, a familiarity that I can't quite grasp. But I couldn't. Yes you can. I know you can. The words are so soft, so gentle but they are filled with conviction. And I want to do it…I really, really do…but…

I'm scared. Why is that so hard to admit?

I hear a sigh distant in my subconscious, but no scolding comes. Scare's good. Scared is what makes you human. There's no lie, no scoffing mockery in those words and I slowly find myself believing every word they say. Scared keeps you fast, keeps you smart…The voice is a gentle breath now, and for a second I think I feel the ghost of a hand cupping my cheek. Being scared is what makes you brave in the end. Suddenly I feel warm breath tickling my ear as the owner whispers. Be brave again, Lisa.

Just like that, I will my eyes to open.

Can't Forget Everything

My hand touches the right wall lightly, fingers grazing rubbery vines and cracked stone. Sometimes I sway a bit, feeling light-headed and more distorted than I already am before I inhale a few sharp breaths and push on. Just a bit further…I tell myself, and although I don't know why, I can't find the energy or reason to wonder why I do this. I just keep going. Even when I'm sure that minutes turned to hours, I keep going. Pushing, reminding each time I stumble, each time I want to sleep again: Just a bit further…time to be brave. I tell myself as I walk further and further into the maze, because that's what this place was even though I haven't hit a dead end yet, somehow I just know.

I quickly turn right, nearly tripping over my feet before I manage to steady myself on the wall. I glance up, looking through tangled locks of hair to see…Vaguely, I feel a smile tugging the corners of my mouth as I step forwards again, just to lean onto the wall when spots dance across my vision. No damn it, gritting my teeth I force myself from the wall and shake my head to clear it before stepping toward the large opening fifty feet in front of me again. Shakily I take another, then another and again, and again until I'm suddenly running for it. My heart pounds as my feet smack against the stone, the sudden adrenaline clearing my vision just enough so that I can see the gap drawing closer and closer…

A whoop of excitement bounces off the walls and it takes me a second to realize it's my own, but even then I don't care. Because I love this.

With that I burst into open air.

Falling to my knees, I take in great gulps of the clear air. Not caring about my scrapped knees or the returning dark spots as I stare up at the blue, blue sky unblocked by walls. However, I do find myself caring about the group of boys…(they were boys right?) gawking at me in shock.

In the moment, it's actually pretty funny and I feel my lips tug into a grin. "It's rude to stare." I inform them bluntly, feeling myself fall as one of the boys rushes forward, muted words escaping his open mouth as the dark spots obscure my vision completely and I fall into darkness.

So...*twiddles thumbs* What'd you all think? Feel free to review kindly, or constructively, or questionably or...any other way that ends in LY except for hatefully, because one: that's not very nice and I will laugh any way. And two: that's two L's.

Other than that though, who saw the movie? I did, and in my opinion, it's actually really well done to be honest. Brilliant even...it didn't hurt that some are the actors are cute either...What'd you guys think?

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