The Maze Runner

Chapter 15

I was so confused.
'What's a memory swipe? And you remember me?'
I shouldn't be so curious, nothing's gonna make sense too me anyway.
'The memory swipe is a chip in your brain...it's what makes you forget everything.'

'Is there a way to get it out?! Cause I want this thing out of my head!'

'But the chip also lets you talk through your mind. It's what's letting me talk too you right now.'
I froze, If I removed the chip I would have my memories but I couldn't talk to Thomas again...tough choice.

'How would you get it out?'

'You can't, but a doctor can.' I nodded even though he couldn't see, now I was extremely interested,

'Thomas, what was I? Before the maze. You said you remember.'

'Yea. It has something to do with your memory, or dream.'

'Please continue. Seriously I have too know why I'm different, why we're here. Who I was...and who I am.'
I had to know.

'Mack...we worked for WICKED, The people who put you and everyone else here, we helped them. But in different ways.'
I...helped them...
'What different ways?' I asked in my head,

'I stayed back at WICKED headquarters...I designed The Maze, I helped them monitor the Maze, Mack they can see inside the maze, they can see you right now.'
Unbelivable...this is crazy.
'Wait...you designed the maze? You...made this?'

'Sadly...yes. Me and Teresa. You didn't create The Maze...'
I felt relief,
'Oh thank goodness...if I didn't help design this place what dd I do?' I heard a sigh in my brain.

'I hate to say this but...you played an equal factor in putting everyone in here. I may have helped design the maze but...'

'But what?'

'See the thing is...you never wanted to work for WICKED. They forced you. They had you help design the maze with me and Teresa at first but then...They assigned you too a different job.'

'What job?'

'Too capture the Immunes.'
My head practically burst.
'W-what?...why? Why was I assigned there?'

'Because...while you were working with us we all had to do these tests or challenges...Physical challenges and Mental.'

'What kind of challenges?'
I asked. I was on the edge of my seat,
But I felt sick too my stomach, i...I helped them....

'For metal they usually had puzzles and mind exercises, and memory tests. For physical we usually had to run, fight some creature or each other. Then the put all the results together for one big result...to assign a job too us.'

'Well why'd I get that job? Why'd you get your job?' I was extremely confused,

'Some of the people with the highest intelligence got assigned to design the maze...that was me and Teresa. The people who excelled in physical were assigned as guards or to build the maze...but...'

'But what?'

'You had the highest ranking on both. You had the highest intelligence and physical ability. No one even came close to your scores. They were nearly perfect. You were clever, and skilled at fighting...they even put you in a room with a Griever...you destroyed it in 30 seconds flat, but that's a story for another day. They needed the perfect person to capture the Immunes, someone smart and clever, they didn't want their immunes injured. Basically they needed someone to trick them into going, and if nessasary someone who could use force without injuring them too much. You could injure someone greatly if you had the desire, your strong, quick and smart. But you didn't want to hurt anyone, so you developed fighting techniques that could take them down but without major injuries.'

I had no idea...I'm not that girl anymore.

'Thomas...If I knew WICKED was bad...why'd I stay? If I was a tough and smart as you claim why didn't I escape?'

'You were developing a plan, you were constantly changing it. It had too be perfect, cause if you messed up they would know you weren't with them.'

'Well it shouldn't be that hard to get just one person out...if I was that smart.'

'You weren't trying to get one person...you were trying to get everyone out. But...I didn't join you, neither did Teresa, we worked with WICKED willingly...'

'No way...that can't be true.'

'It is. I never tried to stop you. But your plans always seemed to have a catch. After most immunes were captured, you started to monitor the footage in the maze. Group C's maze...you witnessed people's death. You hated it. You cried every night, for you thought that this is all your fault. Chancellor Paige said to you that they couldn't have done it without you, that's what struck you. You were monitoring the footage, When one day Chancellor Paige asked if you wanted to stay here or go into the maze. They were running low on immunes, you didn't want anymore death, so you went up.'

'Whose Chancellor Paige?'

'She's a blonde woman, she should be in your dreams.'
That made sense
'Wow...this is a lot to take in, But still doesn't explain why I'm not affected by the sting, or why I remember so much.'

'Like I said, You were A clever girl. You had awhile before you went up, you thought you could help them and get them out of the maze sooner so like any smart girl would do, you came up with a plan. The chip, you reprogrammed the night before you went up, so you wouldn't forget everything, but you couldn't remember too much or the creators would be suspicious. You programmed a map of the maze into the chip, a map of WICKED, your fighting techniques, your intelligence, past plans, and much more, you were going to program me and the others into the chip but someone was coming. You had to leave us out, you cried for you knew you were going to forget us.'

'Wait us?'

'Me, Teresa, And Newt.'
Who was Teresa? Or Newt?
'Who are they?'

'You'll meet them soon.'

'Well that explains how I knew the maze paths...but I don't remember all that other stuff.'

'You need something to trigger it. Try getting someone to fight you so you remember your physical skills, and try to to get someone to give you a mental challenge so you can remember your intelligence and plans. You need those skills if your gonna get out soon.'

'What about the Greiver sting?'

'Right. WICKED has a special syrum that makes you invincible to the Greivers poision, they give it too all WICKED workers past the age of 20, in case a Griever got lose, you stole some and injected it.'
I guess I was smart,
'Thomas...how do you know all this? Do Teresa and Newt know this? Whoever they are.'

'You told me everything. We were close, and Teresa doesn't, but Newt does.'

'How does Newt know?'

'You told him everything.'

'Why?' I still had no idea who he is,

'Uh, never mind that. But get those memories triggered, I'll see you soon.'

'Wait, this is completely random but...'

'I'm listening.'

'Did I have a love life?'
I heard dead silence,
'Um, yea...you did.' I smiled,

'Really?! Who with?'

'Not important.' This was important! Maybe my life wasn't as bad as I thought,

'Did you have a love life?'
I heard a laugh,
'You could say that, gotta go. Remember, memories. Goodnight.'
I sighed,
'Okay fine. Goodnight.'
I needed to know who this mystery guy was.