This story was based off my shifting script and a few dreams I had in my attempts at shifting to the Maze Runner. Hope Ya'll enjoy!
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Emilia heard muffled noises around her. She tried my best to sit up, but something was pushing her down. She seemed to be in a sedated state, unable to move.
Well, whatever it was, it was slowly wearing off.
"Are you sure we should separate them like this? They may perform better together."
A lady questioned as she struggled to reach full consciousness. She calmed herself, trying to listen in on the conversation.
"Yes", A man said, "It's necessary they be separated for the remainder of the tests. Otherwise the results will be inaccurate."
"If you say so Janson."
Janson...Janson. She had recalled his attempts to persuade her and her family to join Wicked's side. It was obvious she never would, which likely explained why she was here.
That bastard, sending my family and friends into the maze. She thought. They didn't deserve it. To get their memory wiped. To be sent away from their families at such a young age. But they never had a choice according to Janson.
No one did.
By then Emilia could open her eyes and move my body a bit.
She was lying on an operation table, surrounded by medical equipment.
Doctors were milling about, organizing materials and getting machines ready. Janson was standing with a lady, a couple of guards behind them.
Janson was quite enigmatic, someone Emilia never trusted in the slightest. He had tricked her family into joining Wicked's cause, sending them to almost certain destruction. Who knew someone so vile could be promoted to Assistant Director.
She kept still, wanting to know more. The lady spoke again,
"Are you sure it should be her going into the Maze? Considering her skills in mechanics and computation, I'd think she'd be better suited working alongside us."
"It's critical that she be put through the trials. If she found out what we were really doing here, she'd..."
Janson looked over at where Emilia was lying. She shut her eyes in a panic. Soft footsteps approached her.
"Will you excuse us Dr. Paige. We'll be beginning the procedure."
"Of course." She said, and was gone.
Even with closed eyes, she could sense Janson's cold stare boring into her.
There was deadly silence before he said-
-"sedate her. And prepare a memory wipe for her and the others."
Her eyes shot open.
"No!"
She sat up and threw a punch at Janson. It made a direct hit on his jaw. He fell backwards with a groan as she sat in shock.
Wicked guards surrounded her and pinned her arms. She wrestled with them the best she could.
"Let go! Let go of me!"
Despite her efforts, she was quickly overpowered.
They began the memory wipe. Everything seemed to spin. She could feel her memories fading.
Janson got up, rubbing his jaw, a stern look on his face. She scowled at him in frustration and hatred unlike any feeling she ever felt towards Janson. He had been so committed to the trials, that he was pushing aside the possibility of failure, which put so many she loved in danger.
-"You don't realize what you're doing! These trials are wrong! All it's doing is hurting innocent people!"
"If you just cooperate, then no one will will get hurt." Janson stated curtly. " I'm giving you one more chance. With your knowledge, you will help us find a cure."
"Like hell I will." She seethed.
Without hesitation, he slapped her. A burning sensation struck her face like hot metal to skin.
"I'm surprised. You're more stubborn than the rest of your family."
He held some sort of vial in his hand. Her eyes widened at the sight, knowing it was too late to escape now.
"J-Janson. Please. Let me go." She begged, memories slowly disappearing. Her time had run out.
My family. My friends. Where are they now?
She was forgetting them.
A smirk flashed across his face.
"This was your own doing Emilia. You did this to yourself."
"No. You did. I'm going to save them." She retorted, her desperation turning to boldness.
"Hmm. A shame you won't remember them."
Beads of sweat dripped from her brow as he injected the sedative into her shoulder. No hesitation. No mercy. Her vision went blurry, enveloping her in a blanket of darkness.
