The Maze runner: Scorch Trials (Minho Fanfic)

Two

Brianna regained her consciousness feeling groggy; fragments of her dream (or was it a memory?) still present on her mind but slowly fading away. Her eyes remained closed but she was quick to pick up a conversation resonating around her.

"I told you she wasn't ready, ma'am." the pointy looking nurse said, an agitated look plastered on her. "Her vitals are getting weaker each time. Her brain's patterns become inconsistent--"

"Then when will she be?" The older woman snapped, not taking her eyes off the girl laying on the bed, seeing the others only in her peripheral vision. "She should've been to the first phase already...these little trials are meaningless," she sighed, her slim pale hands massaging her temples before dropping to her hips. "She shares his blood... we need both of them. Both Killzone's information."

The Killzone is the part of the brain affected by the Flare. This name was adopted after the Flare started infecting people. The disease slowly eats away at the Killzone, turning the infected (known as Cranks) into madmen. They map the patterns and reactions in the Killzone of those immune to the Flare in order to develop a cure, so they send a number of immune subjects into the Trials to obtain these patterns.

"Phase One is almost over anyway," another doctor, this time a man spoke up, walking closer toward Brianna's bed, his hands clasped behind his back. "Group B has finished and already been sent to the facility, and Group A... well," he sighed "anytime soon."

"You sent him in," the first nurse interjected. "Why couldn't you send her?"

The blonde studied the teenage girl carefully, her eyes then pointedly landing on the nurse. She decided to ignore her question, glancing briefly around the room and turning on her heels to walk out.

"Should we clear her memories again?" the man asked before she was gone. Brianna furrowed her eyebrows just slightly to not get caught. They all thought she was sleeping and that's what she wanted them to keep thinking. Delete her memories? Is that the reason why she couldn't remember anything about her and her past except for her name? Small flashes of a five year old boy with big brown eyes, filled her dark vision and she winced slightly at the memory. She suddenly felt empty and lonely. They took it all from her.

"No," the woman replied, her back still facing them. "There's not much she can remember anyway. Give her a break. We'll discuss tomorrow."

The sound of automatic doors closing informed Brianna that the woman was gone. She could hear the remaining people in the room sighing in frustration, along with the faint beeping of machines. "We'll let her sleep, check her vitals and let's go see the others."

Moments after, she could hear them walking out, the clacking of high heels and expensive soles resonating against the tile floor. She peeked her eyes open once she was finally alone, blinking a few times to adjust her vision to the bright light. She must have been sleeping for quite a few hours. Her eyes landed on her left forearm, a small tube stuck to her vein and extracting her blood, - no wonder she felt so weak.

She groaned in pain, ripping the needles and tubes from her skin, small splashes of her blood dropping to the otherwise spotless floor. Sitting up, she removed the white sheet from her, glancing around and choosing to go to the window. There, she saw a city: buildings as high as the clouds among smaller ones decorating the landscape. She noticed a high wall made of stone, it was circling behind some of the skyscrapers, giving her an horrid sense of claustrophobia. She looked down below, barely being able to make out shapes of people or cars in the streets, - she had to be in one of the tallest buildings here.

But as she focused her vision further from the immaculate city, she found out that what contrasted her whereabouts was far from that. The buildings were falling apart, some still burning, others emanating a black, thick smoke. Everything was destroyed...