(OLD VERSION, NEW VERSION'S OUT)The Grievers Master Maze Runner Fanfic

Chapter 1

Hi, if you are new to this story, then please let me inform you: this story was started in 2015 and under the guidance of only one book and my overactive imagination. The results aren't good (check the apolagies chapter at the end if you wanna see it for yourself, a list of all the bad things I noticed recently about this book) and therefore I am currently rewriting this, hopefully making it a lot better. Still, I'm letting this stay here for a while for people to have a slight notion of what I tried to achieve those years ago and what I'm gonna improve on now. Leave your feedback if you want, it means the world to me, and hum...happy reading? *dies of cringe*

I walked trough the labs doors. Everyone was working so hard on this. I don't even know who I should trust anymore.

I always hear what Dr. Ava says to everyone. Wicked is good.
Well, if it is good, shouldn't it have a more good sounding name?
I honestly don't know.

As I walked throug the room, the usual screens were Thomas and Teresa worked on were empty. Sure, that wasn't a normal thing. They always looked over at the boys to know if they were doing progress with the brain activities.

I got to another door, this time smaller, that led to some dusty and grey stairs going up.
Well, as my job would require, I needed to go to the Maze, for one of the Grievers was malfunctioning, and Dr. Ava wouldn't tolerate the fact that a Glader could come across it and realize it was a machine and not an actual living being. At least, that is what I think, she never really explained why.

My name is Pamela. I'm in charge of the Grievers, becuse they are all my creations. I'am being studied here too, like every other teen working on WICKED. My whole life was spent in this building, I never saw the great outdoors. They say the world is changed from what it used to be before. But I wouldn't mind to see it. Even if it was only a quick peek at a window.

But no. Ceiling is the only thing I get, and for some reason I believe that sky is a thing I'm never really going to understand. You see, it is out of my reach.

But I believe I'm being studied because of my brain activity as well. They never showed me the world outside, but they explained to me what the Flare was. It was a decease that consumed the brain and decayed the body. Our job is to find a cure. Only the strongest ones can survive. And those are from my generation.
I'm a 14 years old girl that is intellegent enough to make a killing machine. I asked the doctors if I would ever be putted in that Maze that I spend hours looking at everyday. They say I would do no good.

But still, here I was, going to the field, once that the damaged Griever was out of reach in comands and was shut down due to the problems. The thing was that I had to hurry, because it would be morning soon.
I made sure to get a good Griever to come along side me. So I asked permission to bring Jul.

Jul was the first Griever that I made. It is much smaler when compared to the other ones, because it was my first Griever Model, but Ava wanted them bigger, scarier and more dangerous, so my dear Jul was scrapped out. You may seem weird the way I talk about my Grievers, but they were a big part of my life. I don't see them as monsters, I see them as slaves of my own boss desires. If she wants me to order them to kill, then I have no option than to do it.

Jul appeared almost seconds after I got there.
"Well, that was fast! What were you up to?" I smiled at the small Griever.

It opened its mouth, letting out a small roar that made me shiver for a second.
"Okay, we have no time to lose, the Doors will open in one hour and half, so we better hurry".

I got on its back, and grabbed one of its conection antenas. Most people don't notice that it has antenas, once that it was scrapped out, so sometimes I just get it to my working room, grab some tools and work on it. It is like my pet. Yes, I have a pet Griever.