Altered {Maze Runner}

The Vision

"What? What the shucks that supposed to mean?!" it was my first official Glader slang I bothered using. I caught some of the boys off guard but they didn't bother commenting.

"I don't know... It sorta just seemed to bloody show up...." Newt bit his lip, gosh that was cute- wait what?! He pressed his finger to my neck sending electric throw my neck. I pushed the touch aside and shoved past some boys combing my fingers through my hair. I sighed and just let out a scream. I wasn't sure why I just let it all out.

Newt approached me and chuckled, "Have a nice fit?" a smirk grew against his lips and I nudged his arm kiddingly. "So I wanted to ask y-"

"Newt! Newt!" Minho came racing towards us calling out for Newt. He reached us and heaved a breath, weird.... Considering he's a runner and he runs all the time. "It's Thomas- *breath* he's g-*breath*gone..." his voices faded out for yet another heavy breath. I turned to Newt who's face was growing rather worried.

Before Newt could ask another question someone twisted me towards them. Their hands were shivering and his face was agitated. I had seen him once bef- Thomas... His eyes seemed to be bulging from his eyes and stress lines creased along his forehead. "You! You!" he shouted shaking my shoulders. He began to shiver and I tried to pull from his grasp but his hold was firm. Newt tried to walk in our direction but Thomas's eyes went wild.

"Thomas? Thomas just let go of her..." Newt eased his voice trying to get him to unlatch his hold. Thomas let his eyes linger to mine and he studied me.

"She's going to kill us.... She'll end it all! She's the End!!!" he recalled and stepped away from me easing off his grip. Newt managed to pushed me behind him.

"Thomas? What are you sayi-"

"I saw her while I was stung... Some people were operating-" he rubbed his temples trying to regain his memory. "she was straddled across a metal table and some people were operating on her brain.... They were altering it..." he fell over clutching his head. Minho and Newt rushed to his side as he continued to grunt with irritation and pain. The helped him to his feet and he stood in their arms one minute and on top of me the next. He pushed from their grasp and bounded onto me muttering under breath. I shook and tried to nudge him away but he held his grip. I looked deep into his eyes and held the temples of his head trying to get him to concentrate when envy thing around me disappeared, even Thomas. Then everything shifted and I saw was white.

A figure came padding towards me. When I noticed his face it looked odd, like a rat... "Hello ,Logan." he introduced shoving his hands in his white lab coat pockets.

"Where am I? Where are my friends? What's going-"

"Calm down ,Logan. My name is Janson. I'm here to help you. You've been chosen to be the Reader of this project."

"Whats that supposed to mean?"

"Well that's for you to find out....."

The white blew away and I was in a concrete sealed wall room with two beds. Some girl and bursting through the door. "DeeDee I'm trying but they're not listening-"

"Just shut it Thomas!" the girl muttered and threw herself on one of the beds.

Thomas came in and I tried to speak to him but no words would come out, and he passed right through me. He sprawled out against the bed across from the girl I now knew as DeeDee. "That's not my name..." he groaned combing his fingers through his hair.

"I know... Just might as well get used to it." she replied cracking her wrists awkwardly.

"DeeDee?"

"Hmm?" she didn't bring her face up to make connection with his eyes and he kept his eyes focused on the ceiling.

"You sure we're doing the right thing?"

DeeDee stopped cracking her wrists, instead she reached for Thomas' hands and enveloped them in her hands. One tear slipped down her cheeks and she but her lip back holding in more. "To be completely honest with you, I don't know. I watched my parents die from the Flare... If it weren't for Mark, I wouldn't be alive. I just believe if Mark wanted this, than it's real to me." Thomas thought for a moment and kissed her hand that was squeezing his rather tightly causing her to loose her firm grip. She blushed a bit and gave a weak grin.

"We're in this together, Teresa."

Newt's POV

One moment Thomas was climbing on top of Logan and the next she was gripping his head and passed out. Thomas jerked off of her and stumbled back watching the scene. I plopped next to her and checked her pulse. Beating. Her eyes were shut and her body went limp. She seemed unconscious completely. "Let's just get her to Clint." Minho suggested and I managed to nod.

Minho helped me drag her back to the boys cabin with Thomas lingering behind awkwardly. We placed her body on a bed and Clint inspected her pulse, breathing, and reactions. "Everything seems to be all right... How'd she pass out?" he wondered still checking her.

"Im not sure... She was being attacked by Thomas when she bloody passed out!" the last part turned to a yell because I was so frustrated with knowing absolutely nothing about what was going on.

"Let's just let her sleep and we'll check her in the morning." and with that I snuggled down in my dog skin.

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I jumped from bed and rushed over to where we led her last night. Nothing. She was gone. The imprints of her body laying there we still fresh but no Logan. I bolted out the cabin then crumbling to the ground despite my limp. I managed to get up and again continue dashing around searching for the young blonde haired girl. I finally spotted her huddled against a tall oak tree. Her head was bent into her knees which she had pulled up to her chest. "Logan?" she looked up tears filling her eyes.

"What happened?" to be honest, I was a but scared to know the truth about what was going on.

"I-I just was seeing weird glimpses of things.... Like the past." she muttered.

I looked at her in astonishment. "Well what happened?"

"I'm not sure. It was so familiar though........ Like a vision or even a memory."

Logan's POV

Suddenly the alarm went off for the box. Newt and eye exchanged looks than rushed to the box. Boys were already crowded around bidding on the gender. The odd part was, it wasn't time for a new "Greenie". Alby and Newt both joined forces and lifted the box doors. A body laid against the cold metal curled into a ball. It was a girl. She had black ruffled hair covering her face. "It's a girl." Newt announced and I witnessed Winston handing Chuck some chicken.

"What's in her hand?" only now had I noticed the slip of paper imbedded in her palm. Newt eased it from her grasp and studied it biting his lip.

"It reads: she's the last one."

People gasped uneasily and Newt gave them a slight glare and their mouths shifted shut. He stepped closer to her when the girl sprang from her ball like a trap. DeeDee. She looked around fiercely stopping at Thomas. "Thomas...." then her head hit the metal and not another breath came from her. We all looked to the memory loss boy who sat there dazed as ever.

A/N

Hey guys! Wassup?!

Like this weird ending? What about Logan going into Thomas' mind? What's up with that? Hmmmm.... I wonder....

I still need girls for the following boys:

Minho

and I think that's it.... Wow that's a lot

All rights to James and the series!!!