The Maze Runner (my version)

Chapter 14

Blair's POV

I watched Thomas in the tree tower with the girl. I was in the field picking flowers, with Chuck. And watching Thomas. Then he stood up and looked around the Glade, then his eyes landed on me. He waved at me to go there and pointed at the girl on the floor of the tree tower. She wanted to talk to me. I understood and got up. I handed the flowers to Chuck. "Here, Chuck. I gotta go talk to Thomas." I said. He took the flowers. 

"Okay, Blair." I walked to the tower and climbed the ladder. When I got to the top, I poked my head through. I climbed up. Thomas and the girl were sitting on the edge with there legs dangling. "Thomas," He turned around. And the girl did too. 

"You're Blair?" She asked. She sounded surprised when she turned away. "Yes. Ummm, what's your name? By the way, it's normal if you don't remember-" 

"It's Teresa." She said. I looked at Thomas, surprised. He just shrugged. I sat beside her and looked at her. She was roughly five and a half feet, with burning blue eyes and skin that was pale white. She had silky tar black hair with long legs and perfect pink lips. "So, uh, Teresa, do you remember anything about who you are?" I asked. She looked towards me. And shook her head.

She hesitated. "No. But I'm guessing you guys know something and are just telling me you don't to make me feel better." Me and Thomas exchanged look's. 

"No, Teresa." Thomas said. He held out a paper to her. The paper I recognised as the one she came up with. "This was in your hand when you came up."  Thomas said.

She took it and opened it. "'She's the last one,' What does that mean?" She read it aloud. She looked at me, then Thomas, expecting an answer. "We don't know." Thomas said. "Ever since you came up that box hasn't gone back down." Our heads turned to look at it. "I just think it's got everyone a little worried." Thomas said. 

"Teresa, please if theres anything you remember just tell us, help us out. Me and Thomas came up together three days ago, so we're just as lost as you are." I told her. She stared at me, for awhile, before saying, "I remember water... feeling like I was drowning. These faces staring at me." She said, looking down at the paper in her hands. "And this voice... this woman's voice saying the same thing over and over-" 

"'Wicked is good.'" I said. Well, me and Thomas said it at the same time. We both looked at each other confused and surprised. Teresa looked at both of us as well. Thomas tore our gaze and looked at Teresa. He sighed. "Ever since I've been here, I've had these dreams. Well, I thought they were dreams." I looked away, realising what he was saying. I had had dreams. And I had thought they were dreams. Of this woman's voice. Of me and Newt. And now I realised they weren't dreams. They were memories. "You..." Thomas said, to Teresa. "You were there. You were there... and you told me everything was gonna change." She looked up and stared into the distance. 

"What does it mean?" She asked. Thomas followed her gaze. I did too. She was staring at the Maze doors. 

"I don't know... I just always get pieces." 

"And the other's don't remember anything?" She looked at me and Thomas. 

"No," I answered. "Why are we different?" I asked. She looked down and me and Thomas exchanged another look. Then she looked up but she had things in her hands. She handed Thomas one and then me. "These were in my pocket when I came up." They were light and made out of metal and were circular and wide. A metal stick. And had a blue liquid inside. 

"W.C.K.D." I heard Thomas whisper. He looked up. "'Wicked is good.'" Then he looked down at the thing again.

"What if we were sent here for a reason?" Teresa asked. Suddenly Thomas's head jerked up.

"Alby." 

Teresa, Thomas and I had ran into the hut with Alby in it. The med-jacks hut. Newt was inside with Jeff and Clint. Newt was holding the syringe. "We don't even know what this stuff is. We don't know who sent it." Newt was saying. I was busy watching Alby. He was breathing loudly and quickly. His veins were a dark blue and very visible. "Or why it came up here with you." Newt continued, waving a hand at Teresa. "For all we know this thing could kill him." He said. My head turned sharply to him. How could he even think that? Thomas had his hands on his waist looking at the ground. His head went up, angrily. "He's already dying." He told Newt. "Look at him." Newt looked slowly, as if looking at Alby hurt him. Maybe it did, but not physically. "How could this possibly make it any worse?" Thomas said. He sighed. "Come on, it's worth a try." Newt sighed. 

"All right." He said, quietly. He handed Thomas the syringe. "Do it." Thomas quickly took it and ran over beside Alby. Me and Teresa went on the other side. He bent over Alby pointing the syringe above his shoulder. He looked at me and Teresa. "Okay." He said. Then suddenly, Alby opened his eyes and went berserk. He grabbed Thomas's shirt and shook him like crazy. "Thomas!" I yelled. Newt ran beside Thomas and tried to pull him off. "You shouldn't be here! You shouldn't be here!" Alby was yelling at Thomas. "Noo!" Alby yelled.

"Watch out!" Newt said. Jeff and Clint tried to hold Alby down. And I tried to help Newt pull Thomas off Alby. Then suddenly, Teresa stabbed the syringe into Alby. He instantly let go of Thomas and fell back onto the bed. Me and Newt slowly let go of Thomas. We were all panting. My heart was pounding. "Well that worked." Jeff said. 

"Okay, from now on... someone stays here and watches him around the clock." Newt said, giving each of us a look. I nodded, catching my breath. "Hey," Everyone turned to see Gally at the door. He gave me a glance, but for a second. "Sundown, greenie. Time to go." He said to Thomas. I looked at Thomas. Why did he have to go? This was stupid. He glanced at me then Teresa then Newt. Then he walked out of the room. I looked back at Alby. He was breathing normally now. I sighed and walked out of the room.