*this is in present tense, part one was in past.

The mysterious boy leads me through the dark streets, still holding my wrist and still silent. He hasn’t said a word since…since I almost got turned into some lunatic’s toy. I shudder even though I’m feeling hot after running for who knows how long.

“I’m Minho, if you were wondering” he says out of nowhere as we start slowing down. I squint my eyes, trying my best to see past the dark but to no avail. I feel beady eyes staring at me, but when I look around there’s nothing but complete darkness.

“Who are you?” I ask Minho.

“I just told you” he replies, now walking. I walk beside him.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know. I’m Minho, my friends and I escaped WICKED. We used to be their test subjects but now we’re trying to get away from them. That crazy guy was a crank. He’s got The Flare; you should stay away from anyone with The Flare. Wait- you’re not a crank too, are you? ” the boy rambles, then something clicks in his head as he’s telling me all this.

“I don’t even know what a crank nor the Flare is!” I sigh, frustrated and confused.

“Have you been living under a rock or something? How did you end up in Denver?” Minho questions.

“Denver? We’re in Denver?!” How did I end up in Denver?

“Wow…you’re just as lost as I was when I first entered The Glade. I need to take you to Thomas. He’ll know what to do” Minho grabs my wrist again; I hadn’t realized he had let go of it.

“I can’t remember anything…and you’re confusing me even more, Minho. I- I should go back, find someone who knows me.” I speak softly, full of worry and nervousness.

Minho stops abruptly. He looks me right in the eye, his orbs boring into my soul, burning holes in me.  “You mean to say you can’t remember anything about the past? You’re family, friends? Do you remember name?” I shake my head, tears welling up in my eyes as I realize I can’t even remember who my parents are or who I am for that matter.

“Hey, hey it’s okay. I know how it feels to be lost in more ways than one”. Minho says, his voice full of sincerity and genuine kindness. He hesitantly pulls me into his arms. He strokes my back and tangles his fingers in my hair. I blink away my tears and take deep breaths.

“That’s better. C’mon, you need to meet my friends!” he smiles widely and continues to pull me along.

I follow, as confused as ever.

Thomas, Brenda, Jorge and Minho are all immune to this virus called The Flare. Thomas and Minho, along with others had been taken from their families as young children and put in something called The Glade where they were surrounded by a Maze and had to escape. It was all a test, so that The Creators called find the cure to The Flare but now that they escaped from WICKED, the organisation that started it all, want them back and that is why they are here in Denver, hiding.

Well, that’s their story, but what’s mine? Who am I? and why am I here in Denver?

“hey, you okay?” Minho touches my arm gently and I nod but I can’t speak. I’m suddenly mute, gasping for air like a fish out of water.

Minho’s eyes widen, “what’s wrong? Guys! What’s happening to her?!” he yells as his friends run over to me. Brenda’s and Jorge’s eyes tell me they know the answer.

“She must have been taken by WICKED, like- like us! And maybe they did the same things to her as they did to us” Thomas is hesitant but by the look on Brenda’s face he said something write.

“She’s not safe. She’s still being controlled my WICKED” Brenda says. My brain hurts but I’m starting to breathe normally again. I still can’t speak.

“We need to take her with us. Maybe she has answers” Jorge suggests, earning a glare from Brenda.

“Minho…” Thomas whispers, as if asking for his say.

“We’re taking her with us to Hans. He can check her; see if WICKED is really tracking her. And if she does have answers, WICKED’s stopped her from telling them to us” Minho says, never taking his eyes off of me.

“Sound okay to you?” Thomas asks me. I nod. I just want to know what’s happening to me. Why I can’t talk, Why I would have anything to do with this WICKED.

I need answers, so do they, and if that means going with Minho, than I’d happily oblige. 

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I know i haven't updated in almost a week, it only updated once last week when i usually update at least twice(?)

i've been really busy, it's almost the end of the school year and things have been kinda hectic. i mean a couple weeks ago i had yearly exams for 7 subjects, all in 5 days. then last week we had a program called CROSSROADS that drained all my energy and i just wasn't in the right headspace to write. 

this week, is ABW (Australian Business Week) all week. we have to "take over" a company and make our own business. urgh it's only been one day but i can't stand it anymore.

then next week and the week after is work experience yey < 3 

After work experience is summer holidays woooooooooooo. six weeks of no school and no teachers YAAAAAAAAAAAS.

oh and 1.5K READS!!!! it's not a lot to most of you but it's a lot to me, waaaaay more than i thought i'd ever get. i love you ( ˘ ³˘)❤

wow uhm this was long and useless to you guys but i just wanted to share mhm. bYE