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Chapter 1
Thomas was sitting on the bed inside of his hut reading a letter. It was Newt's letter; his last words to Thomas after his mind had been taken over by the Flare. Thomas had first discovered it three months earlier, when he first woke up in the Safe Haven. The wrinkles in the old paper had only increased since he’d first unfolded it. Thoams re-read it almost everyday trying to find some hidden meaning behind the goodbye and words of encouragement from Newt. He was on the second to last line when a sudden blinding length engulfed him along with a sensation of falling.
When he finally regained his senses, he found himself in a dark room filled with chairs. Looking around, he noticed there was a huge screen along the wall to his left. It was only a moment before a sudden thump came from behind him. Turning quickly, he saw that it was a person. Upon a second look, he recognized it to be Minho, similarly confused. After the appearance of his close friend, a flud of people were transported in.
All of the new arrivals were in various states of dress and health. After about a minute of scathing shock at what he was seeing, Thomas sprang up and tried to reach for the gun on his thigh that was mysteriously gone. In front of him, were not only the dead gladers from the maze, but also Ava Paige and Janson.
It was impossible, there was no way that they could be alive. He watched almost all of them die in front of his eyes. Even Chuck was there, looking ruffled and gasping at the face of every glader in front of him, including Alby.
Choosing to temporarily push aside the fact the Alby and the other dead gladers were alive and semi-healthy, Thomas turned back to Janson, who was just now getting up from his spot on the floor and shifted to make eye contact with the one teenager who ruined all of his plans. Before he could get even a single insult in, he was interrupted by Thomas being tackled by a tangle of limbs and blonde hair.
Sitting up to identity and possibly defend himself from his attacker, Thomas looked up only to be met with the face of Newt. After about a minute of just looking into Newt's blue eyes, eyes that he hadn't seen in months after losing him to the virus, Thomas surged up and similarly tackled Newt in a hug.
They stayed like that for 5 minutes until a sudden sound echoed through the room. Sitting up newt still gripping onto his shirt, they looked up to see a banner of sorts had appeared across the top of the screen. It said:
“Today, you all will be watching the beginning. The beginning of how The Maze Runners defeated W.C.K.D and regained their freedom.”
“The maze runners?” Newt asked. “Do they mean us?” “I think so…” says Thomas.
Suddenly, the screen lit up, displaying a title screen that read:
“The Maze Runner”
To be continued....