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Everyone looked. Gawking as you, Thomas and Minho exited back into the Glade, looking tired but alive. Something no one had ever done before, the three of you had accomplished something. You blushed at the attention, dropping your glaze as you shuffled through the Glade, heading in the direction of the Homestead. Sleep. Oh how I missed you. But came face to face with a group of med-jacks, each wide-eyed as the each. You sighed, as they approached you, then Minho, then Thomas, before six escorted you to the Homestead, and up the stairs, two dispatching themselves and leading you into your room and the four lead the two exhausted boys further into the hallway, pasted the second girl and into separate rooms. "How are you feeling?" Jeff asked, pulling you to your unmade bed,
You groaned, "Tired", you managed.
Jeff clicked his tongue, "Hmmm, understandable", he reddened, but showed no further embarrassment as he commanded, "Take off you top."
To tired to try and embarrass the med-jack further, you obliged, wincing. Your stomach, chest, shoulders and arms suffered from dozens of bruises and cuts, there was slight swelling on your lower ribs and your left shoulders. Your hands suffered from serious rope burn, your knees hurt and your ankles. You were a mess. An alive mess, but still a mess. Jeff's mouth set in a thin line as he pressed gently on your ribs, you winced. Jeff clicked his tongue, his blush still remaining on his face, "We need ice on that..." he nodded to the other med-jack, "Steal some ice from Fry."
The med-jack nodded, leaving immediately. Jeff shook his head, "Amazing what you guys did...", he started, offering you a clean shirt. You smiled your thanks, gingerly pulling the over-sized T-shirt over your head, "Why can't I feel any pain?" You asked, your ribs only hurting the slightest. Jeff cackled, "You're going to feel it tomorrow - believe me."
You groaned, "I believe you."
Jeff cackled, as the other med-jack came in, handing him two palm-sized bags. He shrugged, "All I could get," he seemed to apologize. Jeff shrugged, "That'll do anyway." He gestured for you to lay down. You obeyed, stiffly, with a forced grin. Jeff placed each bag on your bruised ribs, gesturing for you to hold them there. "Umm, that'll help the swelling and pain." He draw your devet over you head. "Now sleep. I'll issue you some painkillers when I check up on you, but sleep whilst the pain isn't bothering you." so reassuring, you thought sarcastically.
You nodded, "Okay." Sleep was already drawing you in, calling you beaten body to a deep sleep, that promised to ease your pained body and over-used mind. Sleep. It's the best thing for you now, a distant voice of a girl murmur.

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F/N awoke. The world was a blur and spinning, but she was awake. The texture of dirt came beneath her finger-nails, and a distant buzzing of a beetle-blade somewhere. Morning. The voice said,
F/N groaned, "Morning."
The pain came back in waves, but it didn't seem to hurt. F/N had become immune to pain. "How, how, how?" She murmured, fascinated by the heat and rhyme of the pulsing pain, in her infected leg and swollen arm - but none got to her. There was pain, but not physical pain. Numbness.
Pain is something that is given, when the brain sends done a message to your injured part. It is a warning. That warning no longer exist in you. F/N heart hammered in her chest. "So what I shut off my brain?"
Part of it.
F/N groaned, "Really?"
There was no answer. Nothing. Just the hollowness, like the voice took up every ounce of her being.
F/N forced herself to sit up, aware of the fact, she should be screaming because of the pain - but nothing. The smell of rotting flesh filled her nostrils. She forced her not to look at her leg or arm as the feeling of distant movement inside the opened wounds invaded her mind. Maggots. Looking at them would only cause herself to vomit. And she had nothing to vomit up. Disgusting. F/N closed her eyes again, something that she had been doing for a long time. What am I?
You, my sister, are something very special. A new voice answered.

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M/N clicked her tongue, as she leant back into she chair. A headpiece on, with a microphone sticking out over her mouth. F/N, she knew wouldn't take well, to having two voices in her head. The scientist was having a lunch break, outside of the lab today, having been confined in there for a long time. M/N, still having to play like a little, stupid girl, managed to slip in, and communicate with her. Even though, she could still communicate through her mind to F/N, and to Y/S/N, M/N wanted to see how this coding in the chip worked, before she destroyed it. Studying over the coordinates, and the screen, she whistled. It was impressive. On the screen was F/N's brain movement. A little section, remained dull and unresponsive, whilst the other sections still buzzed with life, sending impulses and readings. The brain was horrifyingly beautiful. Something M/N hated of herself. Did her brain work like this? Was she as active as F/N? Or was her brain a mindless mess, where the impulses and readings false and angry? M/N shook her head ruefully, that, she reflected, wouldn't be too far off the mark.
Who's this? F/N's voice asked,
M/N smiled, "Your sister."
Her brain on screen, sent extra pulses out, as it tried to turn over the information. M/N could almost read her thoughts,
Do I have a sister?
Or is this woman an Creator?
Is she hear to break me as well?
Will she drive out my entire being?
Some of those questions, M/N reflected, wouldn't make sense to one who was in the Maze, and who wasn't under influence of a voice.
Did I have a sister?
M/N shrugged, "No - not really"
What is that suppose to mean? M/N could almost hear the venom spitting out of F/N's mouth as she screamed the words out.
"You, F/N are something special. We are apart of one-"
One? So that other voice is included as well?!
"No"
The brain pattern multiplied. Huh?
"He was a Creator."
He? Oh God, I thought....
M/N cackled, "Yes, a he. He just sounded like a she"
Oh... that explains.... so you aren't...?
"A Creator? No. I'm a friend of yours. This other voice is not. He'll try and break you. Not into death, but to make you broken in your mind, make you heartless as much as you are immune against pain."
Make me into an monster?
"Yes, that and much more. I'm here to help F/N. I'll break the bond of him and you. Hopefully that is all that is needed-"
You'll go as well?
"No and yes. We are connected in another way. I'm a prisoner here, you are an prisoner there, both of us will be monitored - like your brain activity. They will know when I communicate to you after tonight. So we'll have to be careful." Careful, M/N thought, was something she hadn't thought about until recently - lucky no one had spotted me communicating with Y/S/N. But that, M/N reflected, was when she was put not another test, so of course they didn't spot me. I was outspoken by the outgoing test.
Okay.
"Good and goodbye"
Goodbye - for now.
M/N unhooked the the headpiece from the computer, "Now let's turn this thing off."

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Sorry for No UPDATES, it's been like three weeks. So I apologize. Anyway, I've been working on Thomas Brodie-Sangster Imagines book... should I publish it? What do you think?