Different || the maze runner

A Brother, A bestfriend and a Headache

"Ivy. Ivy, you can't do this. Please!"

The scene showed a boy and girl, alone in a dimly lit corridor, she looked to be about 10, and he looked slightly older, 11 maybe going on 12.

Both looked like they had seen death countless times, the sparkle of childhood had long since drained from their eyes and voices; like they had been forced to grow up too quickly.

"I have to! They're all my friends! Yours as well! They've already taken me away from the other group, now they say I'm too 'different' to go up with this one!"

"But they're right! You're more powerful than anyone that WICKED has ever had. If you go up they'll be so angry, they'll do anything they can to hurt yo-"

"But maybe they won't!" She interrupted "Once iv gone up I can change things, save more people and do it quicker that's what they want. Isn't it?" The boy just looked at her, his eyes full of concern.

"I guess so. But you know how much Janson hates you. He has a lot of power here, he can hurt you!"

"He already has!" She yelled, anger and despair filled her voice, but now she spoke quietly, it was barely audible.

"He hurts me. And.. And I can't do anything back because he says he'll hurt you and the others if I do. Remember last year when we didn't see Minho for a week? Me and him kept calling Janson RatMan behind his back, one time he heard somehow or someone heard and told him, because he took me away from you guys and ... And the bastard beat me. Told me that I should respect him because he was using us to save the world.

He did that anyways, whenever I refused to except my new name or other things. And I'd just had enough, I grabbed his hand and broke three fingers, then I punched him in the face. That's  why his hand was all wrapped up for next couple of weeks. It was the best and worst thing I ever did because he didn't hurt me back. He got Minho straight away, locked him in the White room. When he came out he just seemed angry , but it was more then that. That's why I can't stay here, he'll just hurt the ones I love, if I go up he can't hurt them because I won't even know who they are or who I am. I have to get away." Tears streamed down her face like a salty river, and the boys eyes glistened with defeat and anger.

"When was the last time he hurt you?"
She said nothing, but instead pulled up her shirt exposing her stomach. Black and blue bruises dominated the skin, they were recent. Very recent. The boy clenched his hands.

"I'll kill him!" His voice shook with anger, but the girls demanding voice was more powerful.

"No. You won't. I can take care of myself, he's the one hurting me. So I'm going to be the one to kill him, but not now. Besides I couldn't do it now any way, he's too strong and I'm too young. When we get out the maze, and stop WICKED from doing this to us, we'll all be stronger and older, that's when we can see him suffer." Her eyes contained so much fury and hatred he had no trouble believing her. He nodded in agreement.

"Ok. I'll help, in anyway I can, they're sending me up in a couple years time any way. Newt's gonna freak if he finds out, best not to tell him, or any of the others for that matter. This has got to stay between us, and we'll have to get you up there before me, so I can be here to help you. Just promise me you'll stay safe in the mean time, try not to do anything rash."

"Yeah, coz I'm gonna behave myself like an obedient little lab rat while WICKED hurts everyone." She smirked, she new he had said that deliberately as it would require a sarcastic response, but there was no humour in their eyes.

Suddenly a young boy who looked to be about 7 or 8 , came running towards them.

"Ivy Ivy!"

The boy was chubby and short even for his age, with a mop of poorly kept brown curls on his head.

He ran up to the girl and enveloped her in a hug.

"Hey there little one, what are you doing here?" She said in a gentle voice , quickly attempting to wipe the tears away from her face with one hand , while the other held onto the small boy.

He pulled away,

"The boys are making fun of me again!" He said in a pouty voice, the girl tried not to smile. She knew the boys , they would never really do anything to hurt the him, they only ever teased but because they were so much older and he was so young things would sometimes escalate.

"Oh no! Well it looks like you're going to have to be tough, show them how strong and brave and amazing you are. Don't listen to them they only tease." She said soothingly , in a motherly tone too well for her age.

"And if they keep at it I'll just have to beat them up with Ivy here , won't we?"

The girl chuckled, "sure thing man."

The little boy looked up to the one towering over him "So you'll look out for me then?"

"Don't I already little man ?" He said ruffling his hair , "Now off with ya."

He ran off leaving the girl and boy standing alone once again.

"You're like a big brother to him ya know," she said absentmindedly, "he looks up to you so much."

"No where near as much as he does to you though , your the one that means the most to him."

"I think he means more to us , then us to him , combined." She chuckled, though she was dead serious, without the small boys constant state of happiness and wanting to please others, their lives would be so much worse.

The boy sighed , then pulled her close and they stayed in each other's arms.

"Look out for him when I'm gone, okay?" She whispered , holding more tears back.

"Don't I already," he mumbled back , repeating what he'd told the boy, "anything for my best friends little bro."

They stayed in silence a little longer , enjoying the peacefulness they so rarely got to feel.

"Just stay alive Ivy." He whispered

"Will do, Thomas."

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She jolted awake, sweating and breathing heavily. Her head throbbed with pain and her lungs burned. She managed to calm her breathing, but the pain in her head stayed.

When Newt had gone she had sat back against a tree and closed her eyes, she must of fallen asleep. She yawned and rubbed her eyes, then she recalled the dream. So many thoughts raced through her head as she went through it trying to remember every detail,

'What's WICKED? Are they the ones who put us here? Wait... A best friend? A brother?'

The raging pain in her head intensified as she tried to remember every thing , but it was quickly fading. Now the name that was spoken to her was fine. Soon she realised that it was not just a dream, but a memory fighting to resurface, and now all she gotten from it was a brother, a best friend , and a headache.

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Hey! Hope you guys are enjoying it so far I know the flash back wasn't that good but I tried. Quick shout out to xxSkyRose, IrisMayaa, jxssca,-daisychains. They're all friends of mine and write amazing stories.