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Everyone glanced around nervously — who could blame them? But nobody argued. The years of being stuck in the centre of this terrible place had taken their toll on you all.

"We should go tonight." Newt's voice rang out in the empty silence. "What have we got to loose? The Doors don't close and I say we've been stuck here far too long."

Again, nobody disagreed but no one looked too pleased about the idea. Most of them had never seen a Griever — except that first glimpse they got when they were a Greenie; lost and alone with no memories.

The thought of venturing into what seemed to be their home, sent cold shivers of fear down your spine. You could almost hear the violent crashes and bangs, smell the rotten scent of dead meat on their breath and see the huge, pulsating body above you, waiting to strike, long oozes of green slime dripping off the monstrous form before you. . .

Shutting your eyes, you took a deep breath. This was the only was to rid yourselves of these monstrosities forever. You had to venture into the belly of the beast. . .

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The Gathering ended soon after and Frypan left to prepare one final meal for the Gladers, before you were gone forever. This would be the last night any of you spent in the Glade — or the last night you would ever see.

Whatever the outcome, you knew there was a chance. There was hope somewhere out there in the vast darkness of the Maze and you knew you had to seize it when you had the chance.

"Hey," Newt appeared below the low branch where you perched. Smiling softly, you patted the tree that had served as a great thinking place ever since you discovered it when you first arrived. Newt knew too well what you were doing up there.

He joined you in matter of seconds after pulling himself up on the branch below. The two of you had shared many memories here, but now it seemed but a distant dream.

After a long moment of peaceful silence, Newt turned to you. "You know, I regretted every moment that I didn't tell you how I felt. What if something had happened and I never said anything? I wanted to, every moment I saw you, but I guess I was afraid of loosing what little I had here. But now I know that wherever we are, or whatever we're doing, we'll always have each other."

"Always," You agreed. "That'll never change, no matter what the Creators do to us."

He took your arm gently, pulled your body round to face his and pressed his lips to yours gently. You melted into his embrace; it was your last chance to feel safe before you descended into a whole new world — if you made it.

Both of you knew — though you didn't say it — that some, perhaps all of you would never see the outside world. You looked up into his warm eyes and couldn't imagine a world without him. He gazed back but neither of you knew what to say.

One question burned in everyone's mind. 'Which of us will die fighting for a freedom we will never have?'

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Bags were packed, weapons were to hand and tension levels were high.

Everyone huddled at the entrance of the Maze, casting apprehensive glances at each other. The hands that held the small, wooden spears were shaking slightly.

Minho turned to all of you. "We can all make it out. We'll make it out and show those Creators that they can't control us anymore because we will fight!" The Gladers echoed a cheer that filled entrance of the Maze with a flicker of hope.

Minho turned his back on the attentive crowd, "So be careful, don't die."

Newt grinned, "Great, we're all bloody inspired." He raised his spear and yelled up to the sky, "Hear that, Creators? We're coming!"

After casting one glance at the place you had built for yourselves, the place you had once called home, the place that now looked foreboding and full of ruin, you turned your back on your cage and stepped out into the Maze. . .

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