we never had to
say how we felt,
we both had a mutual
understanding we loved each other
and that was enough.
(MAZE RUNNER)
(NEWTXMALEOC)
(BOOKONE)
(COMPLETED)
ARTHUR, could never tell you when he arrived, what his life was like beforehand. Maybe it was different for everyone he always wondered as he stared up at the roof of his room. No windows and a bolded door, the equivalent of a cell.
Maybe the isolation had caught up to him but as he scratched that days tally he couldn't help but smile, because this was his change, a change to his daily cycle that never altered.
To the side of him were a group of tallies that took up the entire wall, each other done with different pressures, Some were light, so light you could bearly see them and some were so harshly done that bit of wall around it had flaked off. He was running out of room to make the lines.
Every day when he would be led out of his room and towards the room he would see the same people, a boy and a girl. Both aware of something the rest of them were kept in the dark about. WCKD always had favorites, just a shame he wasn't one.
Always dragged around by adults in white coats given tasks to do and sometimes whispered words of comfort. Or what he would assume to be what they thought was comfort. "It was for the greater good." And. "This would save everyone Arthur you just have to do it, no questions."
But Arthur was a curious boy. Questions came naturally for him "Save them from what?" He would always ask always confused, always ignorant, but never informed. Instead was told about how by doing what he was doing he would be saving millions of lives.
Manipulative and cruel. Twisting what they were doing so he would go along with it. Cruel to an adult but so nice to a child. The idea of being a hero. The idea that he would save so many people if he just trained for this one moment.
But he grew up, growing up in WCKD subjected him to terrible things. The stories of how he was a hero, living up to him namesake turned into poisonous tales take just seemed like they were killing him. Slowly but surely he knew WCKD would kill him.
The old name Arthur came from the legends of the round table he was told. A group of men with one leading them with such strength and power that they couldn't help but follow but even with all these people telling him what he needed to be he wasn't that person. He never could have been, he could never just change to fit someone else's ready made mold. Change to fit their plan because Arthur was kind, emotional, and never thought with his head always with his heart and maybe that would be his downfall.
