Maze runner (fanfiction): Sadistic Tendencies

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Please read at your own discretion as the following content has partial profanity and may seem outright depressing.

 

It had been a while since Newt and Jackson had been walking towards the base of the cranks. The flare was starting to get worse from all the walking. Newt almost collapsed from exhaustion. 

 

“How much bloody longer? You said it’s quite close.”

 

“Yeah, just a few more meters and we’ll be there…” Jackson’s voice trailed off. In front of him, there were remains of what used to be a massive compound. The destruction was fresh, and the fire was still burning the metal. There seemed to be nothing left to go to. Newt shoved Jackson against a wall and reached for his rod.

 

“You have 3 minutes to explain. GO!” Jackson started talking and kept rambling on, often stopping to look for words. By the end of the 3 minutes, Newt let Jackson go with a brief apology. Then, they walked towards the debris, just to check for any signs of life. Neither Newt nor Jackson found anyone.

 

“Hey, Jackson! Come here!”

 

“What, Newt?” Jackson jogged to Newt.

 

“Look at that. Does that mean anything to you?” The board read “Good, you have found our base. We’ll see you where the flare never went!”

 

“Dunno Newt. We never had any codes for our operations… leastways none that I’m aware of.”

 

“Well, we’d better get aware bloody quick.” Newt pointed at two helicopters inspecting the debris from the sky. Both Newt and Jackson scrambled to hide under a partially collapsed wall. 

 

“What the hell are these for?”

 

“To make sure that there were no survivors. If we’d waited even a little longer, we would’ve been blown to hell. Although, I don’t recall there being any such thing before. We’re just left to die. There’s never a patrol to see to it.”

 

“Of course Jackson. The flare gets in your head. It drives out your good memories and replaces them with nothing. My memories fade with each day. It’s only when you get the flare do you realize the value of your life. I tried to kill myself in the maze, but that was a paradise compared to this. Looks like those choppers are gone. Let’s move.” Newt and Jackson crawled out of their hiding spot. 

 

“That’s fine, but we need to get to the place where that board says… Those shanks didn’t just leave it behind for nothing Jackson.”

 

“You’re right. We might go there if we knew where exactly “there” was Newt.”

 

“Why riddles? Why is it always bloody riddles?”

 

“Never mind that. Where did the flare never go? I mean… cranks got everywhere except like Antarctica.”

 

“Did they?” Jackson detected contempt in Newt’s voice, “Jackson, where is the one place that the flare never got, where we can get?”

 

“You don’t mean that we’re going back to W.I.C.K.E.D…. do you?”

 

“That’s exactly where gotta go. Back to the bloody place where this started. I don’t have a bloody idea why we’re going there. With WICKED still in operations, I don’t get why they’d want us to go there.”

 

“That’s the thing… WICKED isn’t in operation anymore.”

 

“What?! What happened? I mean I’m glad and all, but how are they gone?”

 

“Long story. Tho- I mean your former friend took them down.”

 

“Off we go then, Jackson.” The thunder was rolling over the hills and towards them. The thunderstorm was coming quick. Jackson and Newt ran. The sprint almost killed them, but they managed to take refuge inside a damaged building.

 

“Wait… This place looks familiar. Bloody flare. I can’t remember why this place seems so… out of place.” A figure loomed behind the debris. Soon, four or so more joined it. 

 

“Cranks! Jackson, hand me the gun!” Jackson dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out two things. A gun and a dagger.

 

“Here! You’ll have to make do with this.” Jackson slapped the knife into Newt’s hands, then everything went quiet again.

 

“Jackson… where are they?”

 

“I don’t know ma-” Jackson abruptly raised the gun at Newt and fired.

 

“What the-? Nevermind. Got it!” With that Newt started to slash the knife at his enemies. Soon enough, Newt’s knife found itself trapped into a crank’s face. Newt yanked it out and charged at another crank, stabbing it into its eye. Even when the crank stopped moving, Newt continued battering it with hits and tearing at its face.

 

“Newt! What are you doing?! IT’S DEAD!”

 

Newt stopped. “It’s the flare.” After taking a moment to admire his handiwork, Newt got up and started walking with Jackson.

 

“You good Newt? I ain’t seen a single person that mad.”

 

“YES! I'M FINE!” Jackson looked startled.

 

“Sorry. I can’t hold it sometimes.” Then Newt laid his eyes on a familiar site. A mostly destroyed building with the words “WICKED” painted on it.

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Approved.

 

-Minor grammar and spelling corrections. 

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Is this maze runner, Death cure story fan made > ? 

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Is this maze runner, Death cure story fan made > ? 

yes.

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Are you sure it's WICKED and not W.C.K.D?

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Are you sure it's WICKED and not W.C.K.D?

WICKED is the novel, W.C.K.D is the movie.