WICKED'S PAWN

Chapter 3

WARNING:There are some explicit words in it so, yeah!
I woke up in a cold sweat. I had a nightmare about something bad, something I don't know is real or maybe made up? I looked around and saw that I was the first one up. I saw Thomas stirring in front of me so I quickly wiped the terrified expression from my face. I had another disturbing thought. What the hell do I look like? How old am I? While I was having these thoughts Thomas woke up and I quickly asked him, 'Good Morning Thomas. I got my name yesterday night but can you please tell me what do I look like and maybe how old I might be?' After hearing the news of my retrieved name even though it never should've been missing, his face lit up with excitement and he almost asked me what it was but after he heard my depressing question he looked at my face and replied, 'Umm...you have black hair, blue green eyes with flecks of orange, they're really pretty actually and you look about 15 years old. What's your name?! Tell me!', he said the last name while shaking my shoulders and I told him, 'Alexandria, but I guess Alex for short.' He smiled and got up to probably get ready for his day in the Maze with Minho. Speaking of, well actually thinking of, Minho I got up and ran up to catch up to Minho to tell him the great news. After telling Minho, I pretty much told all of my "friends" too.

The Gathering was held after breakfast and since Minho was the Keeper of Runners, he couldn't go into the Maze and his expression was either relief or distress. Alby started off the Gathering by saying, 'I declare this Gathering begun. Now to start off today, we need to address the first and probably last girl in the Glade, Alex.' I frowned at the last part but kept quiet. He continued, 'In yesterday's shipment from the Box we received and unusual item. A box labelled "for the girl" which contained an MP3 player with the initial the letter A on it. I'm pretty sure it's Alex's so if she could um, open it or something?' I walked in front of the 12 boys, took the MP3 from the table, took off the label and put my thumb on what seemed like a fingerprint scanner. It seemed pretty high tech, according to me. It flashed on and pretty much spoke aloud for every Keeper in there to hear, 'Welcome, Alex. Would you like to listen to your last recording?'I pressed the "yes" button and it sounded like me saying, 'I'm gonna be sent into the Maze on my request and made a part of The Maze Trials on my own personal request. If this comes up in the Box shipment the day after I arrive, I want to tell whoever may be listening, hopefully my no memories version of me, I'm sorry. I'm so freaking sorry for everything that I've done. I've done horrible stuff but I promise you I was forced, tortured to do so. On my left thigh there is a long and deep scar that would be my proof. They've put mind controlling chips in all of you but me, probably because I took it out of myself and put it in someone else but I need you to listen to me carefully and do exactly as I say otherwise you'll be killed. This is my confession, my help to the Gladers and maybe my only chance at redemption. WICKED has no idea I'm doing this but I want to tell myself, the music is the key. Keep this MP3 safe and in your hands future yet confused Alex.' Past me took a deep breath and by now every Keeper's eyes were on me looking for any recognition but I just shrugged in response. It sounded and seemed as if I'd started  crying, past me continued, 'I'm recording this outside in my hiding spot, no one is gonna find me, right? Whatever, so as I was saying, I can't tell you everything right now but I'll try to explain the useful stuff. WICKED is definitely not good, it's fucking evil and should go to hell. They've drugged me, so much I can't even explain. So let's start off by how my parents sold me to WICKED because probably my life is supposed to suck. No one's ever loved me, nor will they ever. Maybe I'm just a really depressing person, that's why. But anyways, to solve the Maze you gotta let me be a Runner, is that what you call them? I know the Maze, even the stuff no ones found. I know that I'm not gonna have my memories but I know that I will have some feeling of recognition. I believe in myself. I know that I'll try to do what's right. Only I can solve it because well how do I say it, I made it. There I said it, I make the fucking Maze. Thomas was one of the recruits but he's not the key. WICKED thinks it can solve the mistakes it made but it can't. I'm too smart to give in to their stupid little tricks. Don't hate me or kill me for this but there's one more sin I've had to commit and that's, okay, I designed the Grievers.' I felt something inside of me jolt awake, this inner beast and my hands started shaking as past Alex continued to talk. 'There I said it. I'm a horrible person, I know but I did it so that WICKED wouldn't kill any more innocent people. They had worse ideas than a Griever. I don't even wanna think about their stupid ideas. I hate myself too. I would too if I were you. You may be asking why I wanna go into the Maze of all places, well because I don't wanna remember, have the horrible nightmares, get drugged to get do some cool tricks with my mind, hell no! All the pain, the torture, the loneliness, I want out. I mean I could've done suicide, but that wan't do anyone any good. I'm in some deep shit, aren't I? I'm not saying nor am I expecting all of you to really believe everything that comes out of me but it can't hurt to hope right? Hope's all we got left. There's gonna be some bad stuff happening after the Maze Trials but let's not about that. Oh and one more thing the music, listen to it, understand it, not everything is how it seems.'
It switched off and I sat down in a chair with my head in my hands, if I wasn't confused before, I sure am now. Newt was the first to speak, 'Bloody hell, what the bloody hell was that! Well, Alex show us the scar on your left thigh.' I looked up and nodded, I pulled up my pants to see that there was indeed, a big, deep looking, now red scar that looked really scary. All the Keeper's started muttering amongst themselves while I just stared, taking in everything. Minho spoke up, 'Well, that was a dark turn or events. I don't know about the others but if that girl in front of me is my ticket out of here, I say we make her a Runner.' A few of them nodded along but then Gally spoke up, 'She's a shucking traitor! We can't just make her a Runner! Did none of you listen to what she said, she shucking confessed slintheads! I say we banish her!' Alby suddenly spoke up, 'Shut the shuck up Gally! We all know you klunked your pants, don't tell the world. Anyways, that was some extreme stuff in that thing right there. Make sure you keep it safe. I want you to listen to everything on it with Thomas, Minho and Newt and try to remember something? I'm not gonna accuse you of anything because I believe you and I know that everyone here does too because looking at you I can tell that you've probably never lied in your shucking life. About becoming a Runner, I'm gonna need you to prove that you can become a Runner.' I nodded, pulled down my pants, got up without saying a word, gestured towards Newt, Thomas and Minho to follow me out and walked straight to the Map Room hearing their awkward footsteps behind me.
Chuck was running towards us while we were heading towards the Map Room and excitedly told me that he washed my clothes and he put them in the Deadheads for me to wear later. I mustered up the best and nicest smile I could, even though smiles looked out of place in the gloomy atmosphere of the Glade, and continued on my way with the 3 boys in tow.
Stopping in front of the Map Room, I gestured for Minho to open it and he did so without any questions asked. After walking in, Minho spoke up, 'Look, we believe whatever you said in that recording. I believe you. If you don't wanna talk about it, then at least don't look like you just killed someone.' He smirked and flashed one of his signature smiles. I laughed at the last part but then quickly went back to my somber state and said, 'But I did. All those who got stung, everyone in here is my fault.' Newt responded, 'No, WICKED did that, whoever the bloody hell that is. Now let's listen to whatever's on that bloody thing.' Thomas chimed in, 'Yeah, don't look so glum anyways, it doesn't look good on you.'
I smiled at their reassurances and played the second recording, it was another voice recording, 'Gods, I'm so stupid! I gave into their fucking experiments on me again. Looks like we went with the drugging technique. Turns out WICKED isn't so smart as they seem to be. Locking an angry, telekinetic 12 year old girl in a room with a guard. So I did the humane thing, I snapped the fucking guards neck with my fucking mind, I did have a stupid nosebleed but who cares? I ran out and tried to break out the "subjects", as WICKED calls them, but they're just kids, older than me, but I'm smarter and faster than them. Well, looks like for my punishment, I got another drug test and a week in my "prison", I like to call it, trying to find a solution to their fucking problems! I swear I'll kill Janson with my own hands. Anyways at least they let me think how I like to think. With music of course! I'm definitely crazy but I couldn't care any less. So here it is!'
[Authors note: I'm gonna put in a sad song  by Demi Lovato, the one I put up earlier,but you can pretend it's any one you like! I'm not gonna put in the lyrics, though. How do you like the story so far? Not what you were expecting? Well, read on!]
After listening to that second recording, the three boys were looking at me in awe? I wasn't expecting that. I was in awe of myself too, I was telekinetic? I was brave and had an explicit vocabulary. I spoke, 'Well, I'm fucked up. My life is seriously messed up. But, maybe just maybe, after listening to me singing I feel I can do it.' Minho said, 'What are you waiting for then! Here try lifting up this chair.' He put a chair in front of me and started clawing at that inner beast of me which seemed eager to come out of its makeshift cage. Feeling the adrenaline inside me rushing to my head, I focused on the chair, maybe a little too much, and it slammed into the roof of the Map Room and before it could hit anyone I held out my hand and smashed it with........my mind. Newt muttered bloody hell, Thomas looked around in shock and Minho looked as excited as I had ever seen him. I felt some blood oozing out of my nose when blood started rushing into my head, making all the adrenaline leave and my shoulders slumped, and I collapsed to the ground, blackness clouding my vision.

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