The maze runner imagines and preferences

wickeds creation(thomas)

I woke up to an ear piercing scream.

Startled,but curious, i jumped out of my hammock and ran toward the sound.

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Sweat was dripping down my whole body by the time i reached whoever was screaming, it was dark so i couldnt see the face belonging to the troubled soul. I bent down and touched him."Hey! What happened?!" I asked, trying to calm the boy. It didnt seem to be working. I had to try something, and fast, or my ear drums were going to blow. I leaned in close to the boys face, (or what i thought was his face,) And whispered in his ear, "you have to calm down,or the others will be here soon. If theyre not already on their way." I said, in a soothing tone. Suddenly, his screaming stopped. Though i couldnt see, i could sense him turning to look in my direction. "They are coming."Was all he said. Before i had a chance to speak, a scraping sound started behind me. Slowly i turned around frightened to find out what the noise was coming from. To my suprise nothing was in sight. Everything was pitch black, the only thing darker then the shadows were the outlines of the buildings. "What is that?" I questioned aimlessly. "Wickeds creation." Was all i heard before pain shot through my body, sending me into a black abssy.