⚠️TW: this chapter contains violent scenes and a bit of swearing
A/N: Tbh I didn't plan to continue this story since I'm no longer that much interested in the whole Maze Runner fandom etc.
But thanks to a really sweet request of a reader, I'm gonna write a few more chapters until the story is finished.
I'm sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes 😣
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"Hey there Y/N."
In front of me stands an old lady dressed in a white suit. Her blonde hair is tucked into a high bun and the roots give off a slight grayish shine. Red lipstick colors her lips and her eyes seem dull.
I know her. She is the woman from the video we watched after we escaped from the maze.
What's her name again?
Right, it's Ava Paige. She's supposed to be dead, lying in the ruins of the labors where they used to watch almost all of us getting killed.
We saw her committing suicide by shooting herself in the head.
Guess that was once again a lie.
She orders the guards to close the door and approaches me.
I try my best not to show how surprised I am and raise a brow.
"What do you want here? Don't you have other test subjects that you have to take care of?"
"You don't have to worry about that. I'm just glad that you, Teresa and Thomas made it out of the maze alive. It would have been a shame to see our greatest hope of a cure getting caught by a griever. "
Ava responds in an almost motherly, caring way.
She seems to have no remorse regarding the deaths she is responsible for.
"As if you'd ever cared about us.
We don't even remember what our lives were like before the maze and you trapped us there for 3 years.
You made us watch our friends die and now you've separated me from the only family I have left. Do you think that's fair?" I exclaim, clenching my fists.
The look on her face shows empathy and the corners of her mouth twitch upwards into a small smile.
"I'm sorry for the pain I've caused but this was and still is the only way we can guarantee that you'll be able to give us the cure we all are hoping for.
We used to think alike when you were working for Wicked, but I guess you won't change your mind now, will you?"
"You mean after destroying everything that used to mean the world to me?", I scoff at her question.
She sighs and shakes her head.
"I can't change what I've done and I can't stop either, now that I've come so far with my studies...
The price of a few lives is not comparable to the safety of the world's population.", she replies.
That woman makes my blood boil.
I can't remember how long I've worked alongside her but I'm glad that I don't support this cruel organization anymore.
"I'll take my leave now. As I can see, you're not fond of me being here and I can't judge you for that but please keep in mind that Wicked is good. Whether you want to accept it or not."
That's it. The last straw that held me back.
All the memories of my friends flood my head.
All the pain we had to endure.
All the scars that cover my body from the years in the glade start burning on my skin.
It feels like electricity is cursing through my veins as I throw myself at her.
She yelps out in surprise and tries to defend herself. Of course I'm having a big advantage, since some of the gladers and I used to spare in our free time.
Throwing the first punch in her face, she stumbles back.
Finally hitting the ground, she calls for the guards on the other side of the door but before they can enter, I grab her right arm and twist it behind her back so she can't move.
"If I was you, I'd tell them to leave or you'll have to postpone your studies because I'm gonna break your fucking arm.", I whisper in her ear, seeing the blood coming out of her nose and running down her chin.
The door is about to be opened and I grip her arm a bit tighter which made her whimper a bit.
"Stay out! I'm fine, don't worry.", she croaks out and I'm easing my grip a little.
The door opens a bit further and I dig my nails in her skin.
"Close the goddamn door!", she demands and the guard obeys.
Checking her pockets for any weapons, I use the chance to steal her ID card from her lab coat.
Sadly, she doesn't seem to carry a gun or anything with her but why should she anyway?
Everywhere she goes are guards and cameras, except for the dorms and toilets.
It's just too perfect.
"Alright, you are going to tell me the fastest way to the dorms where my friends are and where I can find some guns."
I smile at her and she glances at the door and then back at me.
In one swift movement, I kick against the back of her knees and she is forced to kneel on the ground.
Grunting, she turns her head in my direction and glares at me. Her eyes filled with pain and anger.
"Don't do anything you'll regret later. I could kill you right here and right now. But I won't because then I wouldn't be any better than you.", I grin at her.
"Now, start talking. I have to find my friends."
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After she gave me all the information I needed, I knock on the door of my room.
When nobody opens, I push Ava to say something.
"You can open the door now. I'm done talking to her."
Nothing.
Suddenly shots can be heard. Quickly, I fish the ID card out of my jacket and press it against the scanner.
The door opens and I peek out of the room into the hallway.
No guards, no scientists anywhere to be seen.
Pushing the blonde woman out of the room, I wait a few seconds.
She uses the opportunity to break free from my grasp and starts running. A dry laugh escapes my lips.
"Really?"
Having a head start won't help her.
I start sprinting after her and reach her after a few corners.
Once again, I make her fall and take her left arm.
This time, I twist it upwards until I hear a satisfying crack.
She cries out in pain and tries to push me away with her right arm, scratching my skin and punching against my right leg.
"I thought I told you to cooperate.
Damn it, you're really getting on my nerves.
First with all your stupid rambling about this fucking cure and now you run away from me.", I hiss through clenched teeth.
"Be glad that I didn't break your other arm."
Pulling her up so she can keep walking, I see her left shoulder beginning to turn purple and red. Her face is a mess, stained blood on her shirt and a bruise forming on her nose.
The lipstick, once adorning her mouth, is now completely smeared.
Maybe I overdid it a little.
But I was just so angry, yet I feel sort of bad.
Walking behind her as she leads me to the cafeteria, I look around us.
Still no people around.
Not a single sound can be heard except for the whimpering of the blonde woman and the echoing of our steps.
Stopping in front of a janitor room, I take the lab coat from Ava and open the door with the ID card.
I glance into the darkness in front of me and look for anything that might be useful to contact anyone.
Nothing.
"I guess that's it, my dear Dr. Paige. What a shame that you couldn't be of more use for me but you'll have a wonderful time in this room. Aren't you happy? You'll find out how it feels to be a captive.", I exclaim grinning.
She looks at me in disbelief and shakes her head.
"Oh Y/N...what have you become." she whispers, her lips dry from the salty tears.
My smile falters and I shove her into the room.
"You made me become this.
It's your fault that I'm going crazy.
You destroyed my family, my home, my life.
I hope you starve to death in this room.", I spit out and slam the door shut.
Making my way to the cafeteria, I hear her crying and pleading for help but I keep walking.
It's the right thing to do.
She deserves to be locked in a dark room, without food or anything to drink.
Right?
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[ time skip ]
It took me a while to get everything I needed but now I'm on my way to find the rest of Group A.
According to Ava, it should not be far away from where I am.
But she's not very trustworthy and I can't remember ever having heard anything about this military base in the middle of a huge desert, back when I was working for Wicked.
Running down the hallway, I study the little map I've drawn with the help of the building overview from the cafeteria.
My legs start hurting after a few minutes and beads of sweat form on my forehead.
Oh, how I hate running.
Being lost in my thoughts, I don't see the group of people coming around the corner.
Thud
The sudden collision with someone's chest makes me recoil.
Before i give myself the chance to look at the person in front of me, I pull out one of the guns that I've taken from the weapon room a few minutes ago.
Unlocking it in one swift movement, I prepare myself to start shooting.
"Y/N?!"
My eyes dart up and meet the surprised faces of Group A.
They are here.
They are still here.
All the tension in my body seems to have disappeared and I let out a shaky breath.
My eyes fill with tears as the realization hits me.
Dropping the gun, I jump in the arms of my friends.
"God, I've missed you guys." I sniff into their shirts.
"We thought that you..that you didn't make it after Teresa shot you." whispers Newt in a tearful voice.
The bittersweet memory of her betrayal floods my mind. She definitely knows more than all of us and I'll find out what she's up to.
"I'm all good now. My wound is pretty much healed and I couldn't feel better, now that I've found you." I smile reassuringly.
"We're glad that you're alive. You can't imagine how much these shanks have cried when Thomas couldn't find you while he was spying on the scientists from the vents." exclaims the former runner.
"You're one to talk Minho." laughs Thomas who, in return, gets hit on the head.
I can't help but laugh about the scene in front of me.
A warm hand is placed on my head and I look up to Fry who gives me one of his warm smiles.
"It's good to have you back Y/N."