To Run with the Grievers (Rewriting)

Chapter 13- The Girl Who Knew Too Much

A sigh escapes my lips as I lazily wander the corridors at my own snail pace. My head pounding as images filled every single empty spot in my mind. Words snap at me, begging to be heard over my thoughts. Every step I take sends an unbearable pain through my body, but if I don't keep moving, The Runners are bound to find me again.

Flare.

Maze.

Thomas.

Wicked.

Every word makes my head ache in pain. I grit my teeth together as my fists clench into tight balls at my sides. I don't know how much more I can take. Realisation hits me like a tonne of bricks. I know exactly what's happening to me.

I'm remembering.

But why? Who decided it was time for me, Adelaide Knight, to remember things that WICKED purposely took away from me? A rugged cough claws its way up my throat, itching for its escape. The escape I want against this Maze.

Memories file into my brain, millions at a time, packing themselves into the unused space that the creators made.

My vision grows blurry, my palms sweaty, and a numb feeling enters my knees making them wobble. My breaths become uneven and heavy as I feel as though something is squeezing my lungs with two large, cold hands. My heart feels as though it is about to launch itself out of my chest with an inhuman force, and before I know it, I am knocked off my feet as my knees eventually give way.

As my head makes contact with the stone flooring, the pain suddenly stops and everything around me turns into a black abyss, not a single thing in sight.

~>*<~

I wake to a females voice talking, her unfamiliar tone setting me on edge.

"When this is over, she won't remember anything again. We will but her in The Box when it's over".

I frown. They're putting me in the Box? Who are they? What the hell is going on?

"Now don't forget to erase anyone's memories of her and remember to change her name. If the memories erasing procedure doesn't work then they won't be able to remember her when she tells them her name".

Anger boils inside me. These bastards are taking away my name? How can you even do that? When I get my hands on them I'm gonna-

Suddenly, I am fully aware of someone's breath fanning my cheek and lips hovering over my right ear.

"We were all happy with the results you show us Adelaide, but sadly, you turned out to be the girl who knew too much."

~>*<~

I desperate gasp that tears from my throat is what wakes me up. Flashing lights push against my eyelids as I refuse to open them, smelling rust and a metallic smell I recognise as blood.

Who's blood?

Suddenly, an alarming noise, that makes me slam my hands over my ears, groaning in annoyance and shock as I feel my heart race. Finally snapping my yes open, I gaze around the area I currently lay in. What seems to be a metal lift is enclosing me. Boxes and barrels surround the floor in the Box, one seeming to contain a couple of scared piglets that reek of manure and mud.

With a jerk, the lift starts moving upwards towards a destination that is too far to see. I squint my eyes as if it were to help but it doesn't. It's hopeless.

The lift seems to pick up speed and my heart beats faster in fright as I spot something blocking the way. A red flashing light, illuminating the stone surface around it.

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die and I don't even know who the hell I am.

Who am I?

I rack my brain for answers but everything that fills my brain is blurry and unclear. All except for one word and a sentence that suddenly has my bones freezing and an unwelcomed shiver shoot up my spine.

My name; Clarity.

And the words; WICKED is good.

Of course I don't know what it means, but it doesn't sound very pleasant. Like, at all. A scream erupts from my throat as the Box comes to a sudden halt before it hits the object in it's path, my body lifting a few feet in the ait before ground greets me by tabbing me in the back; literally.

I look around the dark area that surrounds me as I hear mumbling voices from somewhere I can't see. What the hell is going on?

A weird noise knocks me out of my thoughts and I look up, trying to find the source. A blinding light has me covering my eyes as what appears to be doors are open above me. The voices become much clearer and I find some words in random sentences I pick up.

"....Newt.... what's down-...."

"What.... it?"

The other words don't seem to make their way into my mind as I fond myself having trouble hearing them. My head is pounding and as two feet jump down into the box with me I let out a nearly inaudible groan as the pain worsens.

I hear a small gasp and the questions of what seems like a mass of boys are heard asking whoever was in the Box with me, what on earth was wrong.

"It's a girl?" a voice questions rather than states and more gasps are heard as they reach my ears.

I feel warmth close to me and guess the boy that was in the box is crouching down next to me, but I keep my knees to my chest as I hide my face between my arms that hug me tightly.

I feel a hand gently touch one of my arms and I immediately flinch away, making the hand quickly let go. I feel salty tears stream down my cheeks as the pain in my head worsens as if it is tearing away at my flesh and knowing mercilessly at my aching bones.

"Hey," the same voice coos as a tiny sob, that I am sure he heard, and he cautiously places his hand back on my arm and I force myself not to flinch again. "My name is Newt". he tells me and I give him a just noticeable nod.

"You know, out of this Box is a lot nicer than inside it." he exclaims and my shoulders sag in realisation. I don't want to get out of this damn Box.

I lift my head so he is able to see my face and a large gasp is heard from him, making the other people around the box ask him what's wrong.

I go to hide my face again, but before I get a chance too, a hand is held out for me and I squint my eyes at it.

Reluctantly, I place my hand delicately in his and he carefully pulls me to my feet. I make sure to keep my face down as we both grab onto a rope that pulls us out of the Box.

As my feet touches the ground I almost sigh in pleasure. The smell of fresh grass and fresh air fills my nostrils as I breathe in. A hand is placed onto my shoulder making me gasp and flinch back, I turn slightly, seeing a dark skinned boy and Newt standing behind me, watching me carefully as if I were to explode.

"Hello," the unfamiliar boy speaks and I nod slightly, my gaze on my shoes as my hair creates a curtain, hiding my face. "My names Alby, I'm in charge here".

I don't answer as I turn back around and let my eyes scan the area around me.

What seems to be a large grass area surrounded by walls is what I see. A few structures dot the land and a small forest is located in one of the corners.

I don't ask any question as I turn back to them, my eyes meeting Alby's who gasps loudly as do anyone who sees my face. Heat rises in my cheek as a blush forms on my face. I don't even know what I look like. Maybe they think I'm terrifyingly ugly. I might be ugly, right?

"My- my name is Clarity". I almost whisper but Newt and Ably hear me.

"We Clarity," Alby says, raising an arm and gesturing around us while placing his other hand gently on my shoulder. "Welcome the Glade".