Don't Stop Running {Maze Runner Fanfic}

Prologue

I watch as he opens his eyes. I smile, but it suddenly turns into a frown. He has a terrified look in his eyes- that's not supposed to happen. He frantically looks around the room.

"What's going on? Is he okay?" I ask. Nobody answers. All of a sudden, he starts screaming. He thrashes around on the bed trying to free himself from the straps holding him there. The blonde woman in the lab coat rushes over to the wall and picks up the phone.

"Hello? Send security over here immediately." She starts, watching the boy.

"Answer me!" I shout. "What's happening?"

The blonde woman opens her mouth and looks past me. I force myself to turn around and see that the boy has somehow managed to free himself from the bed he was attached to a second ago, and he has stopped screaming. He is standing a few inches from me, and has a wild look in his eyes. He stares at me for a second, then he grabs on to me. Just as I think he's about to hurt me, he hugs me.

"WICKED is bad." He whispers in my ear. What is he talking about? The memory swipe should've taken his memory away. Plus, he should still be asleep. I pull away and search his eyes.

Next, the doors fly open and security guards run in. I grab onto the boy and pull him back into a hug. We hold on to each other as tight as we can as the guards grab onto us and try to tear us apart. I still hold on to him with all of my strength. We are dragged over to the pods, and suddenly I'm torn off of him. A guard shoves him into the pod and I scream.

"No!" I yell while pounding on the glass. It starts filling up with water, and he starts kicking and punching the glass. It doesn't crack. The water rises fast-it is already up to his waist, and still rising. He stops fighting and places his hand on the glass along with mine.

"Goodbye." He mouths as the water begins to swallow him.

The pod is full of water and I turn away before he's gone. I slide down to the ground and place my face in my hands.

WICKED is good. They said they'd protect him. They're going to find a cure. But what made him think that WICKED is bad?

I feel a hand touch my shoulder, and I instantly decide. WICKED is bad.

"WICKED is good, Elizabeth. Never forget." A woman says before I feel a sharp pain shooting through my arm.

"What-" I start before I start to black out. I turn around to see Teresa sticking a needle in my arm.

"I'm sorry." She mouths. Yeah, right. You don't just randomly stick needles into your best friend's arm on accident.

"Get some rest, Elizabeth. You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow." The blonde woman says before I black out completely. The last thing I picture is Newt.