Different Blood*A Maze Runner Fanfic*

Tell Me I'm Wrong....

I awoke with the most surprising pain ever, when I opened my eyes I realized I fell off a bed and onto the floor. 'Karla, that was a dream, I'm in a hotel, my mom is down the corner.' I tell my self, but it felt to real, to real. My legs are wobbly, my lungs are no longer weak, but I feel queasy. I gathered my self to the corner of the room wincing in pain, my head feel like it was hit hard against something. I fell over a counter with medical supplies with a loud clang and something fell out in front of me. I grabbed the counter and dragged myself up, staring at the dagger on the floor. I picked it up and stuck it in my belt. 'Might need that later.' I thought. I heard footsteps coming down the hall. It sounded like somebody thumping their forefinger against the wall. I scrambled over to the corner of the room and hugged my knees to chest. I heard something bang on the door. "Shuck! Stupid shelf." I heard a voice say, but before I could react there was a hand over my mouth. "Shhhhhhhh......." The boy said, his hand was soft and gentle. "He smells fear." The boy says, followed by a chuckle. "Follow me." He says, grabbing my hand and leaping out the window. I caught a glimpse of face, he was an Asian with brown hair and green eyes. His kind eyes stared back into mine. "Come on greenie!" He chuckled. Pulling me through the window and catching me in his arms. And setting me down. Then he grabbed my hand and bolted into the woods. His run was graceful, his grin was soft, and his angelic face was heavenly. When we arrived to the center of the woods he let me go, turning to face me. "Welcome to the Glade, Greenie." He says, turning and grabbing something off the ground. "Couldn't help but notice the way you arrived, you didn't seem at all, fine. You had a huge blob of blood on your forehead, and a cut on your neck." The boy said. "Well, I actually think that's a story for another time." I say, memories flooding back to me. I remembered at that very moment, me struggling when they brought me into one of the rooms, I couldn't recall the name of what they used for it. But I knew it was supposed to be to take away my memories. They grabbed knives and threatened me if I didn't get in the room, they ended up cutting my neck and throwing me in. After that they couldn't get me out so they hit me with the handle of they gun which I think they called a.... Launcher? With gave me the worst of headaches, and then they stuck me into the the metal cage, because for some reason the syringe that made me sleep didn't work. And that's all I can  remember for now. "I'm sure we'll get it out of ya."
The boy said, smirking. "Sure, you see where that gets you." I say, smiling. The boy smirks again. He hands me the object he had earlier. It was a bow and a quiver of arrows. I look in disbelief. "Can you shoot that?" He asks me. I was reluctant to tell the truth. So I shake my head. "No, of course not. Well, I don't have memories so how would I remember?" I say. He raises one eyebrow. "I don't believe you." He says. I sigh. "I'll tell you the truth once you tell me what is your name." I say. "Ok, ok. The name is Minho. And I know you don't remember yours so, I won't give a shuck about asking." He says, but I did remember my name. I did. "What are you talking about, my name is Elena!" I say. He raises one eyebrow. "Really? That's strange. Now can you shoot the bow or not shuckface." He says. I sigh, and nod. He smirks. "Knew it." Minho says. Then he looked at me and then says. "Prove it." He says. "Very well." I say. Turning with speed and shooting a bird. It falling to the ground and landing at a base of a tree. "Woah, you really can shoot." Minho says. I just noticed that he looked, familiar. "Well my real question is, how did you happen to know?" I ask, he looks me in the eye. "I think I remember you." He says. Then he walks back into what he calls the Glade.

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