Mamihlapinatapai ▽ Maze Runner [ON HIATUS]

02

Allison sat in the center. All eyes diverted to her. She didn't dare to look at them for she knows that she they were curious about her. She watched her hands, they were pale. Maybe because she was still recovering.

"Okay. Everyone calm down now." Alby silenced the crowd. "As you all know, we have a greenie. The 3rd girl in the glade."

"Can I ask something?" She lift her head up to see the person who looked exactly like Stiles.

"Why do you know your last name?"

"Because it's my last name..?" She questioned. Allison didn't understand what that was about.  "Um.. because I have my memories and I remember it...?"

"You have your memories?"

"Of course. Why do you ask?"

"Like I said before, we don't have our memories. We don't know anything about our previous life."

Right. She nodded and felt pity to all of them. Even Stiles. Wait, that's not him. Allison, remind yourself that's not Stiles.

"Why do you not have your memories?"

"The creators took them. They wiped all of it. We don't know why." This time the blond haired boy answered her question.

"Creators?"

"They're the one who sent us here. The reason why we are here."

"Who are they? What are their names? Why did they sent you here?"

"WICKED/WCKD." She frowned. These boys are innocent. Why would an organization or the creators sent innocent boys up here? What do they want?

"Who's Stiles?" She cocked her head to the side where Alby was. It was his time to ask her a question.

"Uh, nothing. Just nothing." She shook her head to convince him that it was nothing. But he didn't believe.

"Why do you say that Thomas looks like him? Who is Stiles?" He asked the question slower. She gulped, not knowing what to say.
"Uh... um... well.." She scratched the back of her neck. "He's my ex-boyfriend's bestfriend." She bit her lip.

"He's our pack. Importantly, we treat our pack as a family and he's one of us." Thoughts of the happy times she was with her pack came to her mind. She closed her eyes and breathe.

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Bonfire. That was the last word Allison heard when the gathering was over. No one dared to ask her about the 'pack' she was talking about. Which was so fine with her by the way.

She looked at the gladers. They seem to be enjoying the moment. But she wasn't. She wasn't in the mood for activities and such.

She fidgeted her hands and her mind full of questions. Thomas saw the girl and sat beside the log she leaned. At the corner of her eyes she recognized the person.

"Thomas right?"

"Yeah."

"Can I ask you?"

"About what?"

"About that." Thomas traced the direction to where her finger was pointing. The tall ivy walls. "What lies behind those?"

"The maze."

A maze? Why the hell would the creators put innocent boys in somehwhat middle of the maze?

"Grievers. There are grievers roaming the maze at night."

"Grievers?"

"Grievers."

"What are they? Why are they out in the maze?"

"I don't know."

"You guys are stuck here aren't you?"

"We. You mean we. Your one of us now."

"Right again.."

"But for the meantime, the runners are still finding a way out."

"Runners?"

"They're the one searching a way out of the maze. They do that everyday. It's their job."

"Stiles hates running. He always get easily tired." She muttered to herself and chuckled.

"Alright. That's enough." He stood up and extend his arm. "You should enjoy tonight! Your the guest of honor!"

Allison you'll be fine. It's just for now. Just enjoy, and start worry those things tomorrow. She grabbed his hand. And with that, she was introduced to the gladers.

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yaayyyayayayy another chapter rewritten!! whoo, it's been a long time since i updated.

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oh! i also want to ask this.. do you guys want to collaborate with me in writing this fanfic? let me know!!