Liar [Maze Runner Fanfiction]

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"Born with a void, hard to destroy with love or hope. Built with a heart, broken from the start. And now, I die slow." - Marina and the Diamonds, Valley of the Dolls

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Blinding flashes of light. Distant screams. Then fire, scorching the land, turning everything into ashes.

A girl, with hair like liquorice and laserbeam eyes.

"Elizabeth, the Liar," her lips moved, her voice sounding oddly disembodied.

Voices shouted, moaned and screamed in cacophony, escalating to an ear-splitting roar.

"The Liar."

"Liar!"

"Wake up! It's just a nightmare. Bloody... Shuck! Wake up, Elizabeth. Please! Someone help!"

Blue and black flashed before her eyes, an image of the girl was seared into her brain. The words kept repeating, "liar, liar, liar."

Her heart seemed to claw at her throat, and every nerve on her body was on fire. The pain was all over the place, acid coursing though her body. Her head seemed to be in a vice, brain ready to burst.

"Please! Please wake up!" the voice begged. She felt herself being shaken, her body flopping like a rag doll.

"Liar, liar, liar!" the girl repeated. Bubbles floated from Elizabeth's vision, as she felt her chest being compressed, her lungs crushing.

Her eyes snapped open in terror, and she could hear screaming. Shrill, hoarse screaming of pure undiluted fear. Her throat was burning, and she clawed at her surroundings as she realised that the screaming was her.

Her fist connected with a hand, the fingers wrapping around her tense knuckles.

"Stop! HELP! Somebody help! Call the Med-Jacks!"

Thundering footsteps were barely heard over the incessant, terror-filled screaming. She felt her shins presses together, tied up, as she kicked uncontrollably, rubbing the skin around her ankles raw.

Next were the hands. She used all her strength to escape the restraints, scratching, punching, slapping, but none of it worked. She felt her wrists chafe under the rough rope.

"WICKED is good," the girl whispered, blue eyes blazing.

That was the last thing Elizabeth saw before the world went black.

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The world was spinning. Tilting in flashes of color and light.

Elizabeth forced her eyes open, and found that she could only keep them open for a fraction of a second.

Everything was blinding.

She squinted through her lashes, and saw that she was in a completely unknown room. Pale morning sunlight streamed through a small window, and the sounds of three dozen boys working were heard.

Her mouth was dry, her breathing deep and heavy. Her body felt like it was made out of lead, weighing her down.

She reached up a hand to rub her eyes. Or tried to. The rope around her wrists was unyielding, the smallest movements causing stinging pain on her hands.

She tried to call for help, but only managed a dry, raspy cough.

There was a flurry of movement by her side. A tall boy with a buzz-cut ran from the room, shouting, "she's awake! The Greenie's awake!"

Moments later, Elizabeth found herself staring up at four faces.

"What kind of klunk was last night about, Greenie?" Alby demanded, not wasting time to beat around the bush.