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Deja Vu

[Y/N P.O.V]

Breaking out the winding vents, we ended up in a hallway, bright white lights blinding me from the sudden switch of darkness. Thomas dashed up, checking to see if any staff was about. With a wave of his hand, we knew it was the all-clear. Stepping forwards, Aris hung back.

"You guys wanna get out of here, right?", he asked.

"Yeah, of course", I answered, slightly worried at what he had in mind.

"Good, there's something I gotta do, I'll meet you by the doors", he nodded, starting to back away into the vents.

"I'll go with him", Winston declared, disappearing along with Aris.

Having no time to question, the rest of the group ran along. Our heavy footsteps echoed off the walls, shoes squeaking on the polished tiles. Taking a corner, we ran into a worker, the same one that took Theresa earlier.

"What are you kids doing out?", she spoke.

Answering her, the alarms wailed, flashes of yellow and red showing a warning. Her face morphed into one of realisation. Swiftly, I grabbed her arm, making sure she couldn't escape.

"Take us to Theresa", I ordered.

The woman's mouth dropped, her gaze shifting to something behind me. Looking for myself, a guard held his gun up to us. Minho broke out into a sprint, kicking them against the wall. I raised my brows in surprise as he ran back, holding the gun to his chest with a proud expression. Pointing it to the worker, she swallowed thickly when I turned back to her.

"Take us to Theresa", I repeated, a nod coming from her.

Leading us down the halls, we came to a small room. Slowly, she opened the door, regret clear in her eyes. Minho jumped inside, the doctors throwing their hands to surrender. Wildly, I looked around, vision falling on a hospital curtain. I raced to it, ripping it back to reveal the brunette girl. She blinked a few times, trying to process what was happening. Startled, Theresa sat up, gaping at the sight of all the Gladers.

"We've gotta get out of here, come on", I said, helping her stand.

Crashing, Newt tipped a table over to keep Janson and the guards out, Frypan tying up the doctors. Thomas dashed over, motioning to two chairs either side of the large window. Understanding, I picked it up, using all my strength to smash the glass. Shards flew to the ground, a new escape route created. Jumping to the other side, I called out to the group, telling them to follow. I didn't need to say twice as we were already running down the final corridor to where we were going to meet Aris. Gliding into the doors, Thomas frantically swiped the card, the keypad denying every time.

"Thomas!", a ratty voice called out.

Gritting my teeth, I glared at Janson, the guards setting their shields down to protect him. Huffing in anger, Thomas snatched the gun from Minho, storming towards him.

"Open the door!", the boy yelled, finger shaking on the trigger.

"You really don't want me too", he answered, "you won't survive a day in the scorch. If the conditions don't kill you then the cranks will".

"Open the stupid door!".

An evil smirk tugged on his lips, "believe me, Thomas, I'm trying to save you. I promise you".

"Yeah and let me guess...", he seethed, "Wicked is good".

Janson's expression fell, his face stony from Thomas' words, "you're not leaving".

A click came from behind, my head whipping back to see the door wide open, Aris and Winston on the other side. Smirking at the man, I called out Thomas' name as I shuffled backwards. Sending a few shots at Janson, he threw the gun down, spinning on his heel in a full-on sprint. shouting, he ordered the passageway to shut, trying to catch up with the fleeing boy. Sliding under the gap, I helped Thomas to his feet, a laugh of relief falling from my lips.

Beginning to leave, I saw Janson banging on the window, muttering under his breath. Raising my hand, I flipped the man off, his temper breaking. The group raced off, taking anything that could be of use, rucksacks to guns. Running with the Gladers, a wave of Deja Vu hit me hard as we came to the exit, it was like the maze all over again.

Yanking the lever, dusty wind gushed inside, heat washing over me. Without a second thought, we entered the scorch. Racing over sand, sounds of mopeds and guards shouting followed after us. Escaping them, we skidded down the other side of the dune, leaving Wicked behind.