Stay // The Maze Runner

Chapter Two

The same thing happened for days, weeks even. I saw my friends die, I saw them turn on me, I saw everything burn, I saw my dead brother, I even saw them shoot Ghost.

They told me they would put him in my dinner. That happened two weeks ago, I think. I haven't eaten since anyway.

When it happened the second time I realised it was W.I.C.K.E.D. Of course we weren't finished with their stupid trials.

W.I.C.K.E.D lie. They always have. They always will. They promised me it was over, they promised us. I guess I was stupid for believing them, but they'll pay. I'll make sure of it.

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One day a man came into the room. It was different this time though, I'd never seen him before.

"Hello," he said. "I'm Assistant Director Janson." I looked at him then. He was smiling smugly, like assistant director is important. Maybe it is.

"You're friends already know me," he said. "They met me before the Scorch, I-" "you're RatMan," I said cutting him off.

"Well, I'd rather you called me Janson," he said. "No I'll stick with RatMan. You don't look how I imagined."

"Yes well, I'm sure we'll get to know eachother soon enough," he said. "I hope not," I answered, not even trying to be polite.

He laughed awkwardly. "Well, you're finished now," he said. "What?" "The trials," he said. "They are completely finished now."

I laughed. "Good one." "I promise you," he said. "Like you promised before?" I asked.

"No. This time we mean it," he said. "Right," I answered. "Would you mind telling me the purpose of all this so?" I asked after a while.

His face lit up at the question. "To find a cure of course. For the Flare!" He said. "Okay, but what purpose had torturing and killing a load of kids have?"

He grimaced, or atleast tried. "It was for the good of the cause. We needed to test yer reactions and see how ye responded to certain Variables."

"The last few weeks, we tested ye against yer fears. Or what we thought were yer fears. We guessed based on all the information we had gathered by studying yer brain patterns. Judging by your reactions we did well."

I glared at him and he continued.

"Of course to get the best result we had to pick the best," he smiled. "We don't have a cure. But some of ye are Immmune. We wanted to study yet brain pattern to see why ye are immune."

"Some?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "Sadly, some of ye are not. We need Controls to compare. Without them we wouldn't have been able to complete the experiment."

Some of us aren't immune... blood began rushing in my ears and my heart began to beat. What if my friends weren't immune. What if I wasn't?

"Am I immune?" I asked. "I don't think it's fair to tell you now. We are telling everyone in half an hour."

"Come with me and get washed and changed before it," he said getting up.

I followed him down a long corridor and going into a room at the end. "Actually," I began. "Why did you send the dog in?"

"You don't remember? Of course you don't. He was yours before all of this. We wanted to see your reaction to him."

"Oh well, where is he? And is he immune?" I asked.

"You'll see him soon," RatMan said. "No he isn't Immune, but animals can't catch the Flare anyway."

I let out a huge sigh of relief and walked into the room. I showered and washed my hair. I put it into its usual braid. It had gotten much longer since my first day in the Glade. It was down to my ass now.

There were clothes in a locker so I put them on. Another pair of black legging and black runners.

There was a white crop top that showed my belly button. There was also a blue jacket which I put on gladly.

"Do they have anything that isn't tight or short. Seriously," I said to myself. I walked out the door, shutting it behind me.

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