Stay // The Maze Runner

Chapter 1

After they bandaged us up, we ate and washed, they ushered us into a giant room filled with massive chairs.

There was a long one at one end of the room which I sat on. "The lady said that's a sofa," Newt said, sitting beside. "It's meant for more than one person."

"Sorry," I mumbled. He put his arms around me and I leaned into him. "How are you?" He asked.

"Stupid question, I'm sorry," he said when I didn't reply. "I don't trust them," I said. "Why?"

"Because, they did this the last time. Made us think we were safe and take it all away again," I said. "I know, but I think it's true this time," he said squeezing my shoulder.

"I hope you're right," I mumbled.

I felt Newts chest rise and fall slowly beneath my head. I barely moved to look around to see everyone else and they were all asleep too.

I didn't want to sleep, but my eyelids were becoming heavy. I wasn't tired before. Maybe I should sleep though....

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I woke up on my own. Newt was gone and so was everyone else. I pushed myself up and sat down.

My back hurt and then I remembered the fight. I looked around me. I was surrounded by four white walls.

The ceiling was white, the ground was white. The room was completely empty.

I stood up and looked down at myself. I was wearing all black. Black leggings, black tank top, black sneakers.

I looked around the room as panic began to rise in me. I didn't know where I was. Obviously W.I.C.K.E.D had something to do with it.

All of a sudden a door, which I had never seen before, opened. A tall thin man walked in. RatMan. I recognised him easily from the boys descriptions.

"Hello Rosalin, or can I call you Rosie?" He asked, smiling. "No," I answered. He chuckled. "I'm very sorry."

"Where are my manners. I'm-" he began. "I know who you are," I said. "You're RatMan." anger flashed across his face, but he quickly replaced it with another smile.

"I hear that's what your friends call me yes, but that's not my name. My name is-" "I don't care, " I said, cutting him off again.

"Right, well, I presume you are wondering why you are in here," he said. I didn't answer. He cleared his throat. "Well, we're not quiet finished," he said.

"What?" I asked, confused. "You see, some of your friends, they thought they could break the rules," he said.

I stared at him, long and hard. He cleared his throat again. "Well, of course we have to punish them," he said.

"So pick one," he said. "What?" I asked. He chuckled. "Pick one of them to kill," he said, gesturing to the wall behind me.

Minho, Newt, Thomas and Isaac stood lined up against the wall. They all stared at me with pleading expressions.

"How did they get in here?" I asked, not taking my eyes off them. "It doesn't matter," RatMan said. "You just need to pick one to kill, or we will kill them all."

"I... no," I said. RatMan laughed behind me, a sick evil laugh. "Oh my dear girl," he said. "They're all going to die if you don't pick one."

I swallowed. "No. Let them decide," I said. "I'm afraid that's not how it works," he said.

I felt him move behind me. Bullets came flying out of nowhere into the boys. There bodies danced with them impact as they collapsed to the ground.