WICKED'S PAWN

Chapter 4

I woke up groggily and all the horrible memories came rushing back to me. The telekinesis, the MP3, the recordings, everything. I opened my eyes and saw Minho, Thomas and Newt standing near the bed I was in. Their faces lit up when I started moving, probably because it seemed as if I was unconscious the rest of the day. I spoke up, 'I feel like I just got run over by a truck.' They laughed along with me as I said so. Minho told me, 'I told Alby about your little trick earlier and his face looked like as if he'd heard the most unbelievable thing. He made me make you a Runner, even though I want you to.' I thanked him and got up to use the restroom. I took a long look at myself. I had pale skin, my eyes had bags under them and I felt horrible.

After eating something, Minho and Thomas showed me the Map Room even though I'd already seen it, but I got a better look at it. There were eight sections in the Maze and that I'd be running Section 3 with Minho tomorrow. I felt giddy all of a sudden, excited to be a part of something important, like I belonged. Now I know what I need to do, get these boys out of here, not matter the cost. How? No idea. Why? No idea. I just need to.

I walked inside the Homestead, towards an empty room, which was basically the room I've been in ever since I came here. I pulled out the MP3 from my pocket and pressed play on the next recording. I was just as clueless about myself, as everyone else. It started playing, 'I met the Chancellor today, she's a fake person. I hate her. I want to kill her. She was the one who did all of those horrible experiments on me. I'm numb. Numb of all emotions. I feel like I'm floating. I'm heavily drugged, I know it. I have no friends. I passed by what seemed like a cafeteria. I walked in it. No one stopped me. No one said anything. They just stared. I sat down next to somebody. A boy. Most of them were boys. They just stared. I got up and left. They just stared. I came back to my room. I'm talking to this thing, pretending someone might be listening. I don't know why they let me have this thing. Maybe because they don't know. I hate myself. I hope I get out of this place someday. I don't like these people.' It switched off after that. I tried doing the mind trick again. It wasn't working. I thought about the music. I turned on the MP3 and scrolled down the recordings when I found one labelled as "Attempt 1". I pressed play and a song started playing. I liked it. I started singing along.
'I continued along, feeling freer than ever
'Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn my back, and slam the door
The snow blows white on the mountain tonight
Not a footprint to be seen
A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I'm the queen
The wind is howling like the swirling storm inside
Couldn't keep it in
Heaven knows I tried
Don't let them in, don't let them see
Be the good girl, you always have to be
Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know
Well, now they know
Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn my back and slam the door
And here I stand
And here I'll stay
Let it go, let it go
The cold never bothered me anyway
It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me, can't get to me at all
Up here in the cold, thin air I finally can breathe
I know I left a life behind, but I'm too relieved to grieve
Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn my back, and slam the door
And here I stand
And here I'll stay
Let it go, let it go
The cold never bothered me anyway
Standing frozen in the life I've chosen
You won't find me, the past is so behind me
Buried in the snow
Let it go, let it go
Can't hold it back anymore
Let it go, let it go
Turn my back and slam the door
And here I stand
And here I'll stay
Let it go, let it go
The cold never bothered me anyway
Let it go, go, nah-nah
Here I stand
Let it go, let it go
Let it go'
I was breathing heavily when I ended and everything in the room was floating around. I smiled to myself when suddenly Minho walked in. Breaking my concentration, everything fell on the floor with a loud thump. 'Whoa! What the shucks going on in here! I heard singing. Was that you? Why is everything floating?' He said all at once and I replied, 'Well, I started to listen to more recordings and I tried to to the thingy again and it wasn't working so I put on a song randomly, and the next thing I know everything's floating around.' I wiped a little blood coming out of my nose and he seemed....angry? Minho was never like this before. 'Are you crazy! What the shuck is wrong with you Alex! You could've passed out again or worse! Whatever just go to sleep and wake up early tomorrow.' He abruptly left and I sighed. Boys. Being in a Maze full of boys is gonna be exhausting.

Waking up was easy. I barely got any sleep because of all the thoughts swirling around in my head. Digging through the Box full of the "girl stuff", I grabbed a pair of black leggings, a black t-shirt with a blue jacket to put on. I changed in a bathroom. Obviously. Got some breakfast, grabbed the supplies Minho gave me yesterday, some lunch and my MP3 for some reason. My MP3.

I found Minho by the North doors. He gave me watch to put on and said, 'On time. I'm impressed.' Somehow, impossibly the huge doors opened and we ran in. Entering the first corridor, I got a huge surge of deja vu. Stumbling back, I waved my hand on the Maze walls while Minho asked me, 'Hey you alright?' I only hummed in response and went back to running, a little disappointed that I couldn't feel anything. Oh well. Nothing's gonna happen on the first day.

We continued running for a few more hours when we had a break. Not feeling hungry, I pulled out the MP3 while Minho stared at me, while eating his food. I drank some water, enjoying it's refreshing coolness against my sore throat. I took out an apple while listening to another recording on it. 'I designed the Maze. I don't know why though. Four kids, Thomas, Teresa, Aris and Rachel were supposed to help me. I will not trust any more strangers. I don't need any friends. I only trust myself. I killed another person today. It was another guard pushing me around and honestly pissing me off. So I killed him. I don't care anymore. No one cares about me anyway, I won't either. Humans are reckless anyways.' Minho scooted closer to me, intrigued by the things I had done. I felt no emotion though. 'I met the kids who are supposed to be put in the Maze. They're luckier than me. They get to be stuck in a Maze with monsters outside. Well, in my case, I am the monster and the victim. I'm an 8 year old. You can't blame me. Some may say I need to be afraid, but afraid of what? Death? I do not fear death, death shall fear me. He who does not fear death, will never feel death. I am not brave, yet I am not weak. Who am I? Humans waste their lives trying to find the meaning of this, when in reality there is none. You are nothing, yet you are everything.' We had got up and started running, listening intently to the recordings. 'I met a boy today. He's the first boy I ever met though. He tried to break out. I feel sad for him. I don't know his name. I feel like singing. I don't want to anymore. I want to give up. Give up on life. I don't want to hurt the boy. He seems brave. Better than me. I try to break out, but I'm too weak. Better three hours too soon, than a minute too late, right Shakespeare. He did what I couldn't. I will put him in the Maze. I hope he doesn't die.' We had reached Section 3 and Minho spoke up, 'Who do you think the boy was? Looking at you I can tell they didn't do a good job at wiping your memories.' 'Nah. I don't have a clue on who it might be. Guess I liked to be depressing.' He laughed and turned around to return to the Glade. I followed suit, only lingering a few seconds longer at the walls.

We took another break and came back to the Glade and went straight to the Map Room. After making the map, we went to get some food. I talked to Chuck, seeming deprived of his happy and positive nature. After eating, I went to an unoccupied clearing in the Glade and went to sleep there. Looking up at the stars, I thought of my name, Alexandria. It seemed, out of place, too flashy yet subtle at the same time, like a play by Shakespeare. Alexandria.

[Hi everyone reading this! I hope you like the story so far. I'll try to update as frequently as possible and try to make it as good as possible. Also the picture above is Alex. Well sort of. Anyways, see you later shanks!]