The Deceiver

Buck

Thomas had just finished escaping the maze with his friend Chuck.  They were sliding down the tube which lead to the outside world, or so Thomas thought.  The tube seemed to last forever.  It was made of a metallic substance, and it was slimy.  It reminded Thomas of a Griever.  He was reminded of it even more when he flew from the end of the tube and into a room so dark that even death would be lost in it.

“Chuck?” Thomas called.  There was no response. 

“Chuck!” Thomas cried, searching for his beloved friend.  Suddenly, a horrible scraping sound of metal against metal screeched through the room.  Lights flickered, the floor shook, and all Thomas could think about was Chuck.  Before he could think too long, however, the room was flooded with light. As Thomas’ eyes slowly adjusted, he could see the silhouette of a large metal figure.

“A Griever?” Thomas first thought.  Although the shape was similar, it was no Griever. It was much larger.  As Thomas’ full vision returned, he could see that the figure had a human-like face.

“What did you do with Chuck?!” Thomas exclaimed.  Before his question was answered, Thomas flew across the room and banged against the solid rock wall.

“I AM Chuck,” replied a dark, rash voice.  The voice continued with a laugh.  “There are no creators.  There is only ONE, and I am HE!  I removed your and all of your kind’s memories.  I then became known to you as Chuck--your timid friend.  I was so weak and insignificant that I was able to gain your trust.  But all of you were deceived.  Instead, I shall annihilate all of you!  The world will be completely swarmed with my Grievers, and I shall continue to be the King.”

“Why us?  What did we ever do to you?” Thomas yelled in desperation.  He knew it was virtually impossible to get out of this alive.  Perhaps he could at least get the answers that his forgotten memories failed to give him.

“Why you?  Why you?  All of you were the ones who tried to take out me, The Griever King.  All of you tried to change MY world.  All of you, that is, but Teresa.  She is my minion.  Surprised?  No matter!  Enough talk!  It is time to vanquish all of you from my world!”

Thomas closed his eyes and prepared to die.

“I am no minion of yours!” Thomas knew that voice better than anyone. He opened his eyes and saw Teresa, but she was not the only one.  Thomas looked at the tube from which he came.  What he saw brought a look of astonishment, and then a huge smile, to his face.  All of his friends from the Glade were there, ready to fight.