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Darkness.
Nothingness.
Emptyness.
I don't know where I am, but all I could see is black. I remembered what happened. The griever. The sting. Minho....
I wonder if Minho is okay.
Well, he better be, I took a fucking sting for him.
A sudden force pulled at my feet, then all I knew was that I was falling.
The moment I opened my eyes, I was faced with a bunch of computers and high-tech looking things stuffed inside a room. A brunnete boy sat at one of the computers, along with a beautiful black haired girl who used one of the computers too.
On another table, a girl sat with her back faced towards me. She had long brown hair that cascaded down her back, she sat straight, typing away on her computer.
"Nicole," A voice called. I turned around to face the sound, but the middle-aged woman wasn't even facing my direction. "What?" The unknown brunnete girl asked, not even taking her eyes away from her work. She's Nicole? But...
"Why did you do that? Are you trying to rebel? Because if you are, it isn't working." The brunette girl laughed bitterly. "This is evil. Wicked is evil, Ava." "Don't you dare disrespect me." Ava answered cooly. The girl turned around, and I realized what was happening. I'm remembering things.
So that's how I looked. Long, brown hair. Blue eyes. Small lips. Fair complexion. Not too tall, not small either. Nice build. I'm pretty, its not what I expected myself to look. I mean, the girl is wearing a short, revealing dress. I kind of saw myself as the conservative type. Minho's description of my face suddenly flashed in my mind, making me feel things I shouldn't feel right now.
"What you're doing is evil. And I will stop this." "Oh Nicole, evil? You built this maze, didn't you?" I built the maze?! How the fuck did I build something like that? I'm a genius! Oh, wait. Holy shit, this is all my fault.
I wanted to ask questions, but whenever I would try to speak, nothing comes out. "This is too much, Ava. I can't keep seeing them die." She said, pointing to the computer screens. Ava only smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Trust me. Wicked is good."
Wicked is good.
My surroundings started to melt away, bringing me back into the familiar darkness. A few seconds after and another memory started to fade in.
"A tattoo?" A voice asked as the memory started to clear. "Yeah, I'm gonna go inside the maze." "You got a fucking tattoo? That's so cool." "Look, Thomas, The image got clearer, and I saw the brunette guy from the previous memory, his back facing from me. He covered Nicole-the other Nicole-so I couldn't see her.
I wonder if I could move.
I tried to walk, it took a lot of effort but I did move a little. And what I saw shocked me.
Nicole stood only in her jeans, her shirt and bra out of sight. Her back was faced to the brunette boy earlier, Thomas, who was touching a big tattoo on her back. The tattoo consisted of a square in the middle, leading to different openings and--Wait, holy shuck. Its a map. THE MAP. I had the map on my back the entire time!
I need to wake up. I need to get them out of the maze. I need to help.
Wake up Nicole!!!!!!
WAKE UP.
"Please Nicole, you have to wake up." A familiar voice pleaded. "I'm sorry, this is all my fault." No, its mine. "You're so stupid, why'd you do that?" He sighed. "I'm also sorry for all the things I said to you about Terrence. I know you're not like that, I-I just..." Did Minho just stutter? Shuck.
"Just wake up already, shuckface." But I'm here. Why can't I do anything?! "The people in the Glade needs you. I need you." I felt a hand take mine, squeezing it softly. And with all the strength I could muster, I squeezed back. "Nicole?"
I opened my eyes, meeting his concerned gaze. "Min..ho." I said almost inaudibly. I raised my hand up to touch his face. "Are you okay?" "Me? I'm perfect. I should be asking you." I nodded my head.
"How long was I out?" "Two days. You know, others get knocked out for weeks. So you're good." He smiled. "What happened while I was gone?" I casually asked, just playing with his fingers. "We have a new greenie. He's okay, I guess. Wants to be a runner, too. His name is Thomas." Thomas.
"Thomas?" I asked, trying my best to sit up. "Hey, hey, stay down." "Thomas. I need to see Thomas." "What? Why? Do you remember him?" I nodded my head. "I-I remembered things, Minho." "Who is Thomas? Is he your...boyfriend, or something..?" "What? No! He-he worked with WCKD...like me." Minho just looked at me, shocked.
"You worked with the people...who made us suffer." He took his hand from me, looking away. "Minho--" "Why? So many people have died!" "I tried to stop them! I tried to--" "But you didn't." I sat up, feeling a little lightheaded as I did.
I held the hem of my shirt, nervous to be showing myself like this. I turned my back to him, before I started to pull my shirt up. "Nicole what are you doing! D-don't do that!" He pulled my shirt back down. "Minho just sit still okay?!" I quickly pulled my shirt off, revealing to him what was on my back.
"What the hell..." He whispered. He traced my back using his fingertips, sending a weird sensation throughout my body. I squirmed in my seat. His finger hit the strap of my bra accidentally. Holy shit Minho, what are you doing to me?
"Its the map."
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