The Girl Who Fell From The Moon | Maze Runner

Chapter 3: Horrible Condition.

Cassidy's POV

The wind whistled at my ears enveloping me in rush of cool air. My hair shot up around me, beach waves blocking my ability to see anything in the distance. My ability to breath or think clearly left me behind in whispers of smoke, kissing the clouds. I opened my mouth in an effort to scream but no sound escaped my lips. That's when I was shook out of my daze.

I could tell I was falling but before I could tell where, I would hit the ground. I tried to remember something, anything that could help me, in any way, but of course, I failed. Before I knew it, I slammed into something hard.

I blacked out for a few seconds, or weeks, I would never know. When I finally pried my eyes open, I realized what I fell on top of, or rather, who I fell on top of. I was draped across the arms of a muscular teenager with spiky, black hair. And thanks to my amazing fall, I got a perfect view of his perfect jawline. Suddenly, everything flashed black and all I could feel was pain.

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"Cassandra, you know the rules. Never wander the thirteenth floor without permission," a woman with blonde hair dressed in all white chastised me.

"I'm sorry Chancellor" I whispered back while looking straight at the ground. I would never let anyone treat me this way, so I assumed this happened when I was younger or if I had a secret agenda.

"Come on now, you don't want to go through the B89YT training again, now do we?" The lady asked calmly , but I knew that it was a clear threat. She outstretched her hand and I noticed it was in perfect condition, shiny and soft skin with perfectly filed and manicured nails. It was a stark contrast to my arm that was covered in long and bumpy scars and tattoos of arbitrary numbers and letters. Not that my hand looked like something out of a horror movie. In fact, my arm did look well taken care of, consisting of manicured nails with a fresh coat of lotion on top, however, even the makeup ceased to hide the impurities that lay hidden underneath. Unexpectedly, as I went to reach for her hand, I jerked my arm backwards and ran in the opposite direction. I could hear the faint shouting of the woman and an alarm blaring in the background in response to my actions. In my attempt to sprint, I could see my clothes flaring out around me. I was wearing a fancy dress, like one someone would wear to prom with heels as big as the empty space in Thomas' head. My hair that whipped me in the face was in perfect spiral curls and looked professionally dyed with streaks of blonde. I knew that I wouldn't make it far in the outfit I was wearing but what I didn't expect was to trip in my thirty-inch heels. Oops. My knee crashed to the ground and the only thing that filled my vision was a crimson red. The memory went black once again.

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This time, I was returned to something that I could remember, my time as a Greenie in the Glade. Newt had finished explaining how most people come up in a box once a week with supplies. He told me how everyone didn't remember anything and that we were all trapped in a scary maze with these "shucking" creatures called Grievers. He explained that I would get a job and my own room because everyone else in the Glade was a guy. I met him, Thomas, Ben, Alby, Chuck and Minho. All of the memories flew past my eyes in a blur. I remember when all of this happened I was scared, but while reliving it, all I could feel was pain. Blackness washed over me once more.

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The last vision I got passed by very fast and left me trying to grasp on the loose strands that it left. It was also the most painful and left a searing burn in my head. I saw Minho's face and heard him scream something until a big, metal door slammed in his face. He was trapped in the maze. In the night. No one survives a night in the maze.