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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ No box, no sound, just an unconscious girl lying on the floor of the maze. That's what the Runners found when they went for their usual run.
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I screamed as the doctor inserted a chip in my wrist. I didn't know why it was being used and why in me. All I knew was that I was being sent into the maze, joining my brother. I wasn't even supposed to be sent, and I was not immune, apparently.
I begged them to let me go, but the only answer I got was a syringe to the neck. The doctors swarmed me like vultures, injecting things into my arms, my neck, anywhere they could find. The pain was unbearable—like a thousand needles stabbing me all at once.
"Well, well, well, Evelyn," came the voice of a man I'd never forget.
"Well, well, well, Janson," I replied bitterly.
He rolled his eyes, flipping through the papers in his hand with disinterest.
"Do you know why you are being sent?" He questioned, not minding my tone.
"No—and it'd be just great if you could tell me!" I shouted, my voice ragged with panic.
"What you're feeling in your wrist," he said, pressing down hard on the sore spot where the chip had been implanted, "is going to help us with our experimentation. Let's just say... we can control you if we need to."
"You can't just do that to me!" I shouted, trying to get my arm away.
"Oh trust me, Evelyn, I can. It's the best way to help us find a cure." He continued speaking.
"I'd agree with you but then we'd both be wrong." I snapped.
He let out a deep laugh. "Evelyn, one day you'll learn you can't use that attitude with me."
"Oh yeah? Why not? I'm not going to see you again, you're the one that sent me out there!"
He waved a hand dismissively. "Alright, no more talking."
He turned to the doctors and muttered something I couldn't understand. Whatever it was, it made my stomach drop.
My head started to feel heavy, my vision blurring with black spots. I stumbled to my feet, trying to get away—but my knees gave out, and I crashed to the floor, my head slamming against the cold tile.
As darkness pulled me under, I forced myself to think of Ben. Anything to hold onto him—before everything changed.
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A/N: Hey! Just wanted to let you know that the chapters are gonna be longer than just 350 words, it's just the prologue.
