Altered {Maze Runner}

Design

this song above will be "Altered"s main song :)

I hope you guys will like it, the second pic is of my new cover for the book!!

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*time lap 1 week*

Logan's POV

It's been a week since Thomas has been struggling with me to gain his memories back. The closest we've got to is... nothing. Most attempts end in Thomas frustrated and kicking something. Every day he visits the girl in the coma, trying to convince himself that he knows her from the past. I haven't admitted to him that they did know each other in a past life. I wasn't about to add more to his pile of memory loss crap he has to stress over.

Newt's been pretty ticked at me lately. He always has his hand draped over Emily's shoulders when I'm around. Minho had to let me know of their petty relationship the hard way. All Newt informed me was that I'm stuck being a Slicer until everything gets sorted out. Besides the almost kiss, he hasn't shown any sign of affection. He kept himself aloof while I fell asleep underneath the trees just wondering.

I haven't even witnessed Cam since our kiss on the maze wall. Not that I wanted to see him... It was rushed- it was pressured- it was a mistake. Most of my days were taken up by Chuck rambling off about Megan, who he claimed didn't like. "We're just friends!" he exclaimed each time I mentioned it to him. I then proceeded to roll my eyes.

I was now shuffling my way towards the Slicers who were currently debating over whether they should paint the maze walls or not. Boys. I grabbed a knife and a potato. I worked on my potato while I sneaked into a seat next to the boys.

"What do you think ,Logan? Pink?" Jeremy ,my tutor when I first joined the Slicers, piped up.

"That depends... it doesn't really match the grass." I snickered ripping into my potato.

"How about red?" a boy , Adolf I think, suggested.

"Yeah, then we can trot around wishing everyone a happy holiday." Jeremy retorted tossing a potato into the pot that was set in front of our circle and cut into another potato.

"Do you guys ever wonder if it's been Christmas? Or Thanksgiving? New Years?" Abe wondered shifting from his potato towards our direction.

"All of the time." Jeremy responded his voice beginning to fade. His curly blonde folded over his dark sea green eyes, lined beneath them were dotted freckles. A small droplet of water began to ease down his left cheek. He sniffled then sliced into his potato once again.

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I squeezed pressure against the minor cut stretched across my forearm. Curse those cheap knives. Clint came rushing in and frantically wrapping up my cut. Blood easily began to seep through the cloth causing Clint to add another layer. Stinging pounded through my nerves as the blood continued to ooze from the wound.

"It should stop bleeding soon. Come back to see me if it doesn't stop after 20 minutes." he forced a weak grin then steered me from the infirmary. Before I could say another word Clint slammed the door behind me. I twisted around to find Newt whispering into Emily's ear along with a smirk slathered against his lips. Blood boiled inside my stomach yet I continued my way back to the Slicers.

I met Thomas half way to find myself clenching my fists and biting my lip. He scanned me cautiously then added, "I think I know how to get the memories back."

"Thomas, we've been over this. I don't want t-"

"It's my temples."

"You-your what?!" I rolled my eyes then meeting his gaze. I was beginning to question this boys theory.