The Maze Runner -- In WICKED's Hands (archived)

Chapter 1: Her Capture

The Maze Runner - In WICKED's Hands

Chapter 1

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It just kept rising.

I was in a box sides made of metal. It was pitch black. Bile rose up within me, along with the container, it was as if I was being torn into two. Clumsily, I felt around me, barely even realising the screams I heard were coming right from my mouth. Everything was moving up too fast. There were crates around me, and I place my palms on the floor.

In, out, in, out. Breathing hard, I grip the sides of the container, pressing myself towards it, yelling, even though I know no one would hear me. It didn't stop, and I didn't think it would stop. The feeling was terrible, I would almost rather die. In, out. I shut my eyes, trying to imagine myself still. Of course, I couldn't, not with my body travelling up at what felt like a thousand kilometres per hour. I wanted it to stop.

I hold the sides again, gagging with all the movement. I couldn't think, couldn't move. What is this place? I yell in frustration, slowly reaching to the top. I fell, but managed to pull myself up. Trying to yank the thing open was what seemed impossible. I fell towards the floor, shutting my eyes once again. I was lying now, sweat trickling down. I could be stuck here forever.

Suddenly, I felt light against the back of my eyelids and I open them to see a blinding shaft of light above, with two sides opening. An arm immediately goes to my front to shield the sun and I look down. Against the side of the crate was painted a word that spoke volumes to me. I needed to remember something. My mind was almost being torn into two parts, one confused, one trying to push through. I came here for a reason. I remembered bits and pieces. Me watching people do this exact same thing, punching buttons in a computer.

I was going to the Glade. My hand goes to the word on the crates.

WICKED. What was it I had to remember? WICKED— WICKED...

WICKED is good.

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"Jessica!" My brother, Xander, calls when he sees me heading toward the house. He sighs, starting towards me. "I was afraid the Cranks would get you."

"Well, they didn't." I say, throwing my bag off. It was dark, and I know I shouldn't be out so late, especially with all the danger lurking in the area.

"We have to make camp somewhere else. The Flare is starting to reach this place." He tells me, rummaging through the supplies I scavenged. I nod, slumping onto the floor.