A MAZE RUNNER TRILOGY
"And one day someone walks into your life,
a total stranger, and they become so important
to you. And while you're only known them such a short time,
you feel you're loved them for a lifetime."
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SIX MONTHS BEFORE ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
"Mad!" A BOY'S VOICE CALLED.
Madylin's head snapped up. She couldn't recongize him, but his frantic eyes were fixed on her.
"What is it?" she asked, her own voice a little shaky. A knot of unease tightened in her stomach.
Gasping for breath, he stumbled closer. "They're sending you up." The words tumbled out
Her heart leaped to her throat. "What? Why?" Confusion whirled into fear as she paced back and forth, denial knotting her brow. The dream, or whatever it was, felt too real. "There must be some kind of mistake. I..."
The boy steadied her with a firm grasp on her shoulders. His eyes, the only clear thing on his blurred face, held hers. "I don't know, but they plan to send you up next." His other hand pressed a cream-colored folder into hers. It trembled, her own grip mirroring its agitation.
The stark lettering jumped out at her:
Madylin Cooper PROPERTY OF WICKED
Memory Wipe Process: Incomplete
Assignment: Group A, Maze Trial
Departure in one week.
Her knuckles whitened around the stiff paper, the edges threatening to crinkle under the pressure of her shock.
"One week," she breathed.
The harsh pronouncements of the folder faded as the early morning sunlight of the Glade filtered through the gaps in the wooden walls. Madylin jolted awake, the dream clinging to her like damp clothing.
As her heartbeat steadied, she looking to the floor. Newt slept soundly, tucked into the narrow space, oblivious. His lips were slightly parted, emitting a low, steady snore that somehow grounded her. He looked so serene. It was a peace she desperately craved.
She carefully slipped her legs over the side of the cot. The rough wooden floorboards barely creaked as she moved, silently heading for the door. She needed air, space to breathe, to shake off the lingering anxiety.
She stepped outside, letting the cool air of the pre-dawn Glade wash over her face. It was damp and carried the faint smell of soil and barn animals.
She found herself walking down one of the worn-down paths. The Glade was silent, all the boys fast asleep. The only sounds the could be heard were small clanks of Frypan in the kitchen and the occasionally restless oinks of the pigs. The Glade was at it's perfect in between of dark and light. The sun just barely beginning to lift above the towering stone walls, yet the ground still cold from the night.
