We all look around, dazed and confused as to where we are. We can't be in the maze. We escaped the maze. We had made it out, we were free, but now we're back. We can't escape, what were we thinking.
"Did that happen?" Aris asks staring into space. "We got out. But. Oh God, I imagined it. I'm going crazy!" He shouts, crouching into a small ball on the stone cold ground. Rachel stretches out her hand and puts it on his shoulder sympathetically, Aris looks up at her with glassy eyes. He looks like he wants to say something but won't. A minute later, Rachel backs away as if they just had a long conversation with him yet all that had happened was them looking lovingly into each others eyes.
"Shall we just..." Sonya says but trails off. "Guys, what do we do?" It was strange. Sonya never asks us what to do, we ask her what to do, she and Harriet made the decisions. Meanwhile, Harriet simply stared at the sadly familiar walls of the maze, the ivy dangling down, asking us to climb the rough stone that still let all griever wail seep through. Everyone looks at each other, hoping someone has an idea of what to do in this mind blowing situation. Everyone is throwing in suggestions that sound stupider and stupider as people think harder. Someone suggests we go back the way we came, back through the griever hole, but none of us know where that is since we are in a completely different part of the maze. Then someone suggests we go back to the Glade, but we can't do that, not now we have come so far. Finally, Harriet speaks, "We aren't in the maze." Everyone looks at her with a bewildered expression but no one questions her, we just lean in to hear more. "I can tell. The walls aren't the same, they're a different colour, darker, and the ivy is more...dead. I don't know how I know. But it isn't the same."
"She's right." Mary interjects. Mary has always been a runner and is the lead-runner which means she is in charge of the runners and is the most experienced so no one dares disagree with Mary when she talks about the maze, she knows everything there is to know. "I know where we are, we have to go left, then left again, straight ahead, turn right and we'll be at the glade. But everything just seems a bit, i guess, off." Her eyes wonder from wall to wall.
"So, let's run." Harriet says, calmly, "We can go back to the glade and just see what happens. Maybe they just wanted to mess with our minds for their little-" She stops herself from calling this a game to prevent Rachel having another rant. But if this was a game, it was one cruel game.
It only took us about five minutes to get to the Glade once we started running but when Mary, who is at the front of the group, reaches the green landscape she stumbled and stood, gawping. Then all the other runners join her in the amazement, then the rest of us. We all react the same way. Too scared to go further, too stunned to go back. Before us, is the Glade, green, lively, peaceful, our home, or at least that's what it was from far away. But what we see is not our Glade, not our home. It looked the same, with large woodland in the background, wooden huts dotted around, vegetables growing in multiple places, people walking, running, working. But it wasn't the same people. They were all strangers, boys. Slowly, they all turned around as well, staring at us in complete daze. No one uttered one word to the other group. All the boys who had been having completely normal conversations, suddenly stood there in silence while the Gladers all whispered to one another subtly, still maintaining eye contact with the other group.
Once the atmosphere is in the midst of an awkward and unsettling silence, distant voices come from behind. Soon they were just about understandable and, of course, it's more boys.
"Well, that's a load of klunk, Tom" One of the voices says between breathes.
"Shank," Another voice says. We can tell the voices are close and nearly here, nearly in front of us.
"What does that even-" The second voice then says but it was cut off when it came to stand before us, along with what must have been the other two. They all stand there like everyone else, mouth widen open, eyebrows raised and shock running through their body. A tall, handsome oriental boy confidently pushes past us all without a word, then followed by a muscular, olive skinned boy who avoids eye contact with us all and just runs past. The first boy runs up to another person from the other group and whispers something into his ear. The other boy continues staring at us like everyone else and mutters something to him which results in them both giving confused looks to each other. The oriental boy then runs back towards us, Sonya stiffens and slowly reaches for her weapon. But when he notices, he stops in his path and is about a metre away.
A large, charming smile appears across his face as he sticks out his hand, expecting someone to shake it,
"I'm Minho. Welcome to the Glade."
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Feels Like Home (the maze runner)
FanfictionThis is a kind of Maze Runner fanfiction I guess :) but I had to change a lot of the plot and add a few characters. Lydia has been in the glade for a year, many of the other girls have been there for more, many of them less. But they have finally fo...
