Altered {Maze Runner}

Subject C1: The Reader

Newt's POV

"We're being followed by a group named WICKED. Remember?" she wondered studying my expression. Hollering rang through the grass and she huffed shoving me back into the grass. "Shawn, they took my family... I know you told me not to go after them, but I must. Even if it gets me killed, or worse... I'm sent into testing." she muttered.

She seemed so intent and stern with me. "Whatever you must do..." I added and she smiled pecking my forehead and dashing into the grass. My forehead sting from her kiss, this time I felt something...

I rushed out of the brush anywhere, to be honest... I had no idea where I was going. I took a step when my dream shifted. The scenery around me dissolved and I was in a white padded room. A man stepped from a door wearing a lab coat and his face was formed like a rat.

"Hello Shawn, or should I say Newt..."

"What are you going to do with me?" I spat, but these weren't my words. They came for my mouth but I didn't think them or try to say them. It was like a memory...

"Well Shawn, that depends on you. We an do this the hard way and be difficult with each other... or we can make this easy and you can choose to cooperate."

"What did you do with May?" I blurted once again.

He chuckled and pulled out a remote. He clicked a button and a screen appeared on the white wall in front of us. A image of "May" appeared... but it wasn't May, it was Logan. She was sitting in a wooden chair with chains gripped around her chest, arms, and legs. A slither of duct tape lathered her mouth holding back her curses. "She'll be fine, as long as you decide you want it done the easy way."

"Take me! Take me instead!" I shouted.

He pondered it tapping his chin. "Indeed, that may work... but if things get complicated we may send her in..." the last part he muttered under his breath.

The next thing I knew I was awake heavily breathing in bed.

Logan's POV

I wandered into the Deadheads not thinking once about how freakishly scary it may be. I hadn't talked much to the girls, most of them seemed giggly and jittery. So now I find myself roaming around the Glade lonely... as usual.

I slid down a tree stump plopping into the damp grass. The wind blew and the leaves beneath me shivered. A sudden crack of a twig pierced the night and I was on my feet with no hesitation. Some rustling came from the bristle behind me and I jerked back practically running into a tree. I turned to bolt into the forest when I saw a giant branch swing against my head.

I crumble to the ground holing my head and feeling blood. A figure came into view but I couldn't make it out. Everything went black.

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I shivered as a breeze whipped through my shirt. I scurried onto my feet feeling a rush of pain burst through my head and neck. I caressed my neck feeling nothing, on the other hand dry blood was dried to my scalp. I huffed and finally found myself trudging towards the boys cabin. "C-Clint..." my voice broke from exhaustion and I tumbled to the ground.

Boys huddled around me and lifted my body from the dirt heaving me to the cabin. Pain throbbed in my head and my vision became hazy. The boys placed my body on a sheep skin and the image of Clint came into view. He rustled with some bandages and applied some medicine around my cut.

"Drink up ,shank." he lifted a bowl to my mouth and I sipped lightly. I coughed a bit and laid in the skin. "She'll be fi-"

"What the bloody-" Newt's voice rang in my ears and he touched my neck that stung a bit. Clint examined it and yanked Alby, Newt, and Minho into the back muttering something. They looked agitated and confused.

Some boys scanned my neck and stepped back with a feared look. I furrowed my eyebrows and questioned, "What? What is it?" I pushed myself from the covers and moaned when pain hit my cut.

"Stay down," Clint approached and sat beside the bed. He was pondering on whether to let me know or not.

"Just tell her." Alby muttered and stomped out running his fingers against his head. Minho followed him while Newt stayed behind admiring my neck again.

"It looks as though someone tattooed some words on your neck... words that don't quite make sense." Clint informed me. He was still studying it.

"Well what does it say?"

"It says: Subject C1: The Reader." he read aloud.