Altered {Maze Runner}

Mystery Girl

Teresa's POV

My eyes fluttered openly lazily as light shot at my eyes. I winced a bit and scrambled from a bed. A bed? Wait- where am I? What's going on? My head began to spiral with questions barely contained in my mind. Suddenly a boy dashed to my side and gripped my wrist. He held it there for a moment when I jerked from his touch.

"It's okay." he soothed approaching slowly, "my names Clint. You're in the infirmary, you were in a coma. Do you have any idea what happened? Who you are? Any memories?" his questions came buzzing towards me, except they were all questions I was currently asking myself. His dark green orbs studied me, dirt was scattered across his cheeks and blood dried to his palms.

Some hammocks were stationed along the side of the walls, one containing a boy clutching his head in agony as he groaned words inaudible. Bandages laid plastered across his head, stained with blood. My eyes grew wide at the sight. I met the boys eyes once again who was still scanning me.

"Can you tell me your name?" he practically pleaded, desiring any answer.

"Teresa, my names Teresa." I managed finally processing something in the black whole. There was absolutely nothing, nothing but knowledge and theories. I had images of a bike, cat, or dog. Yet no memory of me learning to a ride a bike, or even owning a cat or dog.

"Hey Teresa." he forced a weak smile and rummaged through his pockets finding a dank cloth. He eased the cloth across my forehead attempting to conceal the tension. "When you arrived- you were carrying a note that read: 'She's the last one ever'. Can you tell me what that may mean?" he wondered slipping from the end of my bed to a table piled with cloths, needles, liquids, and bowls.

"No, I'm sorry. I can't remember anything..." I explained.

"It's okay. We all showed up here with no memories of our past. Its completely normal."

He was still babbling about something to keep me settled when a scene flashed through my head. I called for a boy- a boy that I once knew. He seemed to catch eyes with me, understand me. Then everything went dark, my vision was as dark as coal. "A boy." I stated interrupting the boy's rambling.

"A boy?"

"I-I woke up and shouted for a boy... where is he?" my voice came out harsher than I anticipated.

"You called for Thomas. He's not here right now. After you get some rest I ca-"

"No! I must see him now." before I knew it I was towering over the boy standing from my original place on the bed. Only now had I noticed the new guest leaned in the doorway furrowing his eyebrows.

"Clint? Is everything alright?" a ripe accent escaped the blonde boys lips.

"Everything's f-fine." the medic boy responded uneasily. "Can you find Thomas for me?"

The British boy nodded and limped out of the infirmary hollering for the boy Thomas. Thomas. The boy I knew...

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Soon the boy that abruptly interrupted my vision with a memory of him was sprawled on a hammock across from my infirmary bed. His dark brown hair was ruffled up with occasional places of caked mud. Tiny scrapes formed his cheeks. He was twiddling his fingers unaware of what to say. The boy with the bold accent, who introduced himself as Newt, gave us a total of 10 minutes to speak privately. I assumed by now something might have escaped my own lips- yet I said nothing. He locked eye contact with me then he shuffled a bit in the hammock.

"Do you remember anything? Anything at all?" Thomas spontaneously spoke from the dead of silence.

"No..... you?" I replied not meeting his eyes but suddenly taking quite an interest in the ground beneath me.

"No," he answered, "but I feel this odd connection to you... L-like-"

We once knew each other..... I recalled in my own mind. Suddenly Thomas jerked from his hammock searching the room, his eyes darting around vigorously.

"What's wrong?" I shifted a bit also gazing around- nothing.

"I-I'm not sure...... I heard this voice- like it was in my head." he rasped his breathing accelerating at an abnormal speed.

Weird.... I thought to myself. Again the boy leaped from the hammock and cried aloud, "Who's saying that?! What are you doing in my head?!" This boy was beginning to freak me out a bit. What's going on?

He locked his eyes closed and narrowed his eyebrows, concentrating. He murmured to himself for a moment when I heard someone speak into my head. Who are you? What's going on? Why are you talking to me? What do you want?

Then it hit me- we were conversing through our thoughts... Like telepathically. Thomas? I asked him through my thoughts. His eyes flipped open and we made unusual eye contact.

Teresa?

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Thomas' POV

Teresa and I were just mind blown at the though of being able to speak telepathically. It was mentally insane. We were just studying each other when Chuck bounded into the infirmary room. "Newt said 10 minutes." I informed the younger boy slightly harsher than intended. His eyes seemed stricken by some daunt.

"A-Alby and Minho haven't c-come back yet." he stammered a bit frightened by my outburst.

"Come back yet? Where'd they go?" I sprang from my seat Teresa shuffling closely behind till I waved her off. She obliged and huddled back down into her hammock. Chuck steered me towards the right wall explaining everything.

"Everyone was questioning why you were stung during the middle of the day in the first place. So Alby agreed to head out with Minho and see what's up with the Grievers. Then went out this morning- just the two of them. They said that they might be running a little late, but the doors are scheduled to close any moment." Chuck was fiddling with a rope as we sauntered over. Newt was the first in line, sparks of lost hope dazzling beneath his eyes. Logan was next to him clenching her fists in a odd way.

Leaves quivered through the Maze as no sign of life activity presented. The creaking of Grievers pierced the walls. Suddenly the sound of the doors hitching began to bellow. Clicks and screws allowed the doors to begin to speeds shut. A sudden figure moved through the Maze when I noticed their faces.... Minho and Alby.

"There!" I shouted pointing in their direction when Newt's eyes beamed with hope. Then I realized Minho was dragging a limp body. The strain was causing creasing to form around his forehead. He yanked and jerked but the body seemed heavier than his strength.

"They're not going to make it...." Newt whispered convincing himself. Chants ran through the Glader's mouths hollering for the Asian boy. The doors were but 2 feet apart when Minho collapsed on the ground.

The voice of Alby reminded me in my head, 'Only Runners may leave the Maze.' And with that, I bolted through the doors.

A/N

So I'm aware that Teresa isn't supposed to be awake before Thomas gets into the Maze but I was too lazy to correct my mistake from last chapter. Everything will still abide to the book, don't fret 😊

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