Remember•The Maze Runner Trilogy

Lucid Dream

People. Hundreds of them. Wearing white lab coats and masks. They're all rushing. Slamming doors as they make sure everyone has entered, afraid to leave anyone behind. The sound of fast squeaking wheels echo the halls. Each door has a sign above it. Group A, Group B, Group C, all the way to F. The room labeled group A opens and the blue liquid substance I have in the needle sits on a long, experimental table. It's bubbling and a few seem to overflow the containers. I see a girl. Brown hair, fair skin, beautifully blazing, blue eyes. Teresa~A2: The Betrayer. She sits at a desk and looks up at someone through glass. My nose is burning with the smell of smoke and fire fills the room. The sight of flaming maps cloud the small tent. The smoke clears up;I see a little boy. He is crying and a woman leaves him, equally in tears as she repeats "I love you". Thomas~A3: The Trigger. My vision is blinded by flashing lights. I then see a creature. Small, sluggish, with a scorpion-like tail. The creature hovers and crawls over baby eggs. The containment unit sign above reads: The Grievers. I see Thomas again, but older. He looks at someone through the glass. He looks at Teresa. My vision goes blurry;I see myself. Twelve years old. Lying in a king sized bed. Alone. Rayon~A4: The Bullet. The other side is messy, like someone has been sleeping in it, absent in presents now. I am sleep talking, whispering out random words that make no sense to reality. "Thomas... run." I murmur. The words echo in my head. My eyes clear a path for another person. A baby with light brown hair and light brown eyes. Chuck~A6: The Innocent. The baby cries for his mom, but she runs away and someone else picks him up, hosting him away. "I'm so sorry." Cries the female figure. She runs into the darkness before she's gone. A bright light flashes and I see a man. Slim, dark hair and round glasses. I noticed that his name tag prints the name: Janson. He looks at something through a glass door, nods, then smiles satisfied. Thomas is talking to me: "My heart knows what it wants." He whispers. Then he disappears into nothingness. I'm studying a medium sized holographic image of the Glade. Thomas sits next to me. I am dressed in a white dress, with a white lab coat with a sharp, plain blouse and he wears a white, clean suite. I look at a photo of Asian boy. Short black hair and strong arms. "High levels of stamina", I read out loud from the screen and glance at him. Thomas drags the picture, pressing on the file marked: Runner. Minho~A7: The Leader. There is a sealed room. The sign is scratched out. Lots of children and teenagers, males and females of different age, shapes, and races crowd the giant area, but I land on one person. Blonde hair, glossy eyes. Newt~A1: The Glue. I blink and now I'm in a living room. Laughing. I sit across from Teresa, holding out a piece to a board game. Happiness. But it doesn't last forever. Minho. I see him strapped down to a table. I stand next to his table. Lean down. Then kiss his cheek. "I won't stop fighting for you." He whispers, the medication knocking him out. The room suddenly fades to a blood red and I see a woman. She has golden hair, light skin, red lipstick. She wore the same white lab suite as the rest of us. She holds a gun to her own head. Russian roulette. One bullet pointing at her. There are people in similar attire, scrambling, running and dying. Her name tag reads: Ava Paige. Then she's gone. I'm back to Newt again. He sits next to me on a brown bench. Hand in hand. Protected."That person you would take a bullet for is sometimes the one behind the trigger." Quotes Newt. The woman, Ava, speaks clearly. "WICKED is good." she says slowly. Then she pulls the trigger.

Everything goes black