I glare at the lady on the screen and cross my arms. "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 seemed to have prevented it." Doctor Ana Paige continues, "I'm sorry I can't hate you in person." I scoff quietly. "I'm sure by now you all must be very confused, angry, frightened." She listed, "Try Annoyed, enraged, and traumatized." I continue to comment as if she can hear me. "I can only assure you that everything that has happened to you, everything we've done to you, it was all done for a reason." She reasons, "It better be a damn good reason." I grunt. "You won't remember but the sun has scorched our world. Billions of lives lost to fire, famine, suffering on a global scale." She informs before clips of fires and destroyed buildings play in front of us, I gage as images of charred bodies flash across the screen. "The fall out was unimaginable, What came after was worse." she warns, "We called it the flare, a deadly virus that attacks the brain. It is violent, unpredictable, incurable." She describes. Clips of virus are shown as she talks, I felt my stomach turn and something come up my throat at the sight of brains but I turned away and bent over at the sight of a man covered in black veins.

Nothing comes up but my stomach continues to twist, I take a deep breath and stand straight so I won't miss anything. "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." She expressed, "But finding it was not 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 find out what makes them different." She continues to explain. "What makes you different." She specifies, "Oh shuck," I whisper weakly. "You may not realize it, but you're very important. Unfortunately your trials have only just begun. As you no doubt will soon discover, not everyone agrees with our methods." She suddenly announced. "I sure as hell don't." I sneer. "Progress is slow and people are scared. It may be too late for us, for me, but not for you." She soothes as a shootout plays out behind her. "The outside world awaits, Remember," She sighs, pulling out a gun, "Oh shit." I whimper. "Wicked is good." She assures before her gun fires, My stomach twists sharply only this time I throw up on the floor. I crouch down to the floor bracing myself as my stomach makes itself into its own Maze.

"(y/n)? You okay?" Minho questions, "No," I whimper. Immediately I felt his hands on my back, they ran up my spine before carefully pulling my hair back as I gag again. Slowly my stomach unravels and Minho's hands carefully guide me to stand straight. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and take a deep breath, Minho brushes a few strands of hair out of my face before looking over at the group. I look over with him only to see the feet belonging to Doctor Paige, "Hey, don't look." Minho instructs softly pushing my head into his chest. I can't find myself to care that he smells like sweat as I take in his scent, an earthy smell that soothes me. I jump when I hear buzzer, slowly I pull away from Minho to watch a door open. Minho slowly guides us over to the group, neither of our eyes leaving the door. "Is it over?" Chuck questions, "I'm not sure baby," I whisper. "She said we're important, what are we supposed to do now?" Newt questions, "What we've always done. Survive." I answer simply.

"Let's get out of here," Thomas calls, "No," A voice calls as I take a step forward. "Gally?" I question spinning around, "Gally," I breath stepping forward. I feel a tug at the back of my brace, I look over my shoulder to Minho who holds me tight but his eyes locked onto Gally. "He's been stung." Teresa warns, I watch him drop a key as he shook his head. "We can't leave," He calls, My eyes fall to the gun in his shaking hand. "Gally," I call softly, "Gally darling, drop the gun." I whisper. "We did. We got out Gally, and were free." Thomas spoke up, "Free?" He questions tensely. I hold my arm out in front of Thomas and push him back, "You think we're free out there?" He sobs. "No. No there's no escape from this place." he whimpers, raising the gun, "Gally, drop the gun!" I whisper hurriedly. 

"I'm sorry MaMa," he cries, "Darling you're not thinking straight, just put the gun down and we figure something out." I call. "But I can't!" He sobs, "You can!" I reason inching my way forward. "Gally, give me the gun. Give MaMa the gun." I instruct softly holding my hand out as I continue to inch my way forward. "We belong to the Maze, we all do. I'm sorry MaMa." He whispers, my eyes widen as he pulls the trigger. I close my eyes and brace myself but the only thing that comes is a hard shove, My eyes fly open to see Gally with a spear in his chest and Chuck standing where I was. Snapping my head over I see Minho holding his stance from the throw, Minho's eyes meet mine. "I'm sorry," He whispers, "I couldn't let him," He continues. I swallow hard and look back at Gally who stood there gasping, tears fill my eyes as he falls to his knees.

I move forward only for Chuck who pulls me back, "Don't get any closer to him," Chuck begs. "Okay, Okay." I whisper pulling back, "Hey MaMa?" He questions weakly. I look back at him only to see a pool of blood spreading through his shirt. "Chuck?" I whisper, "Chuck? Baby?" I gasp as I catch him from falling. "Baby you have to answer me!" I sob, "Baby look at me it's going to be okay," I cry kneeling as I lay him flat, the group then huddles around me as I struggle to pull open his clothes. Heat flares in my body as panic sting as every nerve, "BACK UP!" I scream, still struggling. "Chuck, baby, it's okay," I cry, "Thomas," He calls holding his hand out. I move out of the way for Chuck to see Thomas, My eyes sting as sweat and tears mix together. I watch the two interact but nothing processes, not the way Thomas is crying and not the way he seems to be holding on to him tightly. "MaMa?" He calls, I shoot forward and take his hand, Thomas sitting close to me till holding one. "Yeah baby, I'm right here." I whisper, "I love you." He whispers weakly. "Yeah baby, I love you too. Shit, I love you so much." I cry holding his hand close to my chest. But then I hear him stop breathing and his grip go laxs, "CHUCK!" I scream leaving over him. I pat his cheek as softly as I could, "CHUCK COME ON WAKE UP!" I sob. "My baby," I whisper, "MY BABY!" I scream sinking my head to his chest. A hand rests over my back but shakes violently, my world goes null as nothing else mattered than this boy I sat in a box with for hours just to get him out.

I'm literally jerked away from him by an unknown man, I scream and kick at whoever has his hands on me. I scream and scream until my voice goes raw, I manage to jerk away and crawl my back to him. I cup Chucks cheeks and kiss his forehead one last time before I'm jerked away again. I'm tossed over a shoulder and I'm forced to hang there as I'm carried away. Then suddenly light floods my vision, I jerk up and look around. Sand covered hills in every direction with metal objects poking out every so often. I'm then placed on my feet and pushed into a helicopter where I then reach the arms of Newt, Newt pulls me in and then passes me to Minho. I hold onto him like a lifeline, hell he is my lifeline. I grip the straps of his guard and bury my head into his neck, his arms wrap around my midsection and press me close. "Is she going to be alright?" A voice calls, Minho's arms tighten. "She will be," He calls back, but we both know that there is no telling. "(y/n) look," Minho whispers, I pull away to see the Maze in full but my eyes lock onto the Glade that sits in it's very center. "Hey don't worry kid, everything is going to change." The man calls, "Everything is going to change." I whisper, sinking back into Minho.