Waking up in the Box - это серия коротких историй о том, как семеро героев "Бегущего в лабиринте" приходили в себя в Ящике, публиковавшихся в официальном Твиттере книги. К сожалению, у меня сейчас нет времени их переводить, так что будут в оригинале, если кто-то возьмется за перевод - фандом, я уверена, будет ему благодарен. Но! В первом комментарии я вкратце опишу реакцию персонажей и их последние воспоминания.
After Thomas banged on the wall of the lift with both fists, he paused a moment, trying to catch his breath. He felt something strange. A flutter in his chest, just as a vision flashed in his mind, vanishing almost immediately. But it left an afterglow, like a busted light bulb. A girl. He'd seen a girl. Saying goodbye, tears in her eyes. He felt like he should know her, but he didn't. She was a stranger. The image and the lingering half-memory faded completely, and he knew that he'd forget completely by day's end. And that made him sad. Frustration boiling once again inside of him, he slammed his fists against the wall once more. Up the lift went.
Newt put his hands against the cool metal of the wall to steady himself as the lift jolted to life. His name. Newt. Floated in his thoughts. But it didn’t feel right. It felt wrong. Like someone had broken into his mind and spray-painted it there, a scribble of graffiti. Newt wasn’t his real name. Someone had stolen his real name from him. Like everything else. Everything. What made him . . . him. Tears leaked from his eyes as he squeezed them shut, trying to picture his mom or his dad or his sister. His best friend. His dog. Empty faces stared back, their eyes and noses and mouths scribbled from existence. Newt screamed, then stared upward. Waiting.
Darkness had swallowed Chuck's world, to the point that he couldn't remember what it had been like to be in the light. Everything was noisy and cold and smelly. He sat within some kind of box, clanking as it steadily moved upward. Up and up and up. His mind was a fuzzy mess, like sugar dissolving in cheap lemonade. He threw all his efforts into focusing on one thing. Only one. His mom. As if she was on the other side of a thickening wall, he could barely hold onto her memory. Her sweet face, her soft touch. Her kind words. Then she was gone. As if torn from his mind with a metal hook, ripped away, stolen. He started to forget the forgetting. Sadness filled him.
Alby moved to the center of the dark metal box and sat down. He pulled his legs under him and forced himself to breathe slowly. Calmly. He didn't understand what was going on. But he could feel it. He could feel the memories evaporating from his mind. He concentrated. Focused. Threw all of his mental strength into grasping one last glimpse of his life. He saw devastation. Suffering. Death. Pain. Disease. But in the midst of it all, he saw a man and a woman, in love. He saw trees and sunshine. He saw a beautiful boy. And he tried to smile. Then it was gone. All gone. The box lurched to a halt. There was an awful grating sound. Light shone down from above, blinding him.
Ben panicked when the big metal box started moving toward the sky. Terrified, he beat at the walls with his fists and screamed. He felt something, like a living thing wanting to escape his body. As if the vanishing memories grew form and wanted to bust out. Yelling until his throat grew ragged and sore, he ran around the darkness, tripping and falling and scrambling. Slamming into walls. His mind began to buckle, too overloaded to continue. He collapsed to the floor, sucking in each and every breath like it could be his last. He curled into a ball and sobbed. The tears flowed and his chest shook, and he felt better. Everything had been taken away from him. Why?
Minho didn't panic as the memories drained from his consciousness. He didn't yell or scream when the world clanked and moved Slowly, keeping his hands on the wall to steady himself, he stood up, then slowly walked around the perimeter of the ascending box. He found nothing but crates & boxes. His mind growing emptier & darker, he still refused to panic. He moved the tallest crate to the centre. Carefully keeping his balance, he climbed atop the crate and reached for the ceiling. More cold, hard metal. But a crease ran down its middle. He tried, straining every muscle, to pull the two sides apart. Nothing. He jumped down and kept searching for a way out. Searching.
Teresa's eyes shot open at the sound of a loud clank, jolting her system out of a deep sleep. She couldn't see a thing, and felt an icy fear. She stumbled to her feet, her head spinning, her mind full of a hazy, jumbled, disappearing swirl of confusing memories. Somewhere in the darkness of her thoughts, she could see a boy, someone familiar but lost, looking at her with sad eyes. What was his name? she asked herself, but it eluded her. She knew him, and yet she didn't. She ached inside, wanting to know. The floor bounced, something cranked, and the world moved, Upward, swaying, noisy. Everything was about to change.
Томас вспомнил девушку (очевидно, Терезу): прощание, слезы в ее глазах. Она одновременно казалась знакомой и незнакомой, ее имени он не помнил и знал, что к концу дня он окончательно ее забудет, и от этого ему было грустно. В раздражении он ударил кулаком по стенке лифта, и лифт поехал вверх. Ньют знал, что Ньют - его ненастоящее имя. Он попытался вспомнить своих родителей, сестру, лучшего друга, собаку, но не смог. Ньют закричал и посмотрел вверх, ожидая, что произойдет. Чак очнулся в темноте, когда лифт уже двигался вверх, и сфокусировался на воспоминаниях о маме, но они ускользнули из памяти. Алби сел и начал глубоко дышать, пытаясь сконцентрироваться. Он вспомнил разрушение, страдания, смерть, боль, болезнь, но вместе с этим - влюбленную пару, деревья, солнечный свет и красивого ребенка. Он попытался улыбнуться, но воспоминания испарились. Бен запаниковал, начал колотить в стены и кричать, а потом свернулся на полу и заплакал. Какие именно воспоминания у него забрали последними, неизвестно. Минхо не паниковал и начал спокойно обследовать Ящик, пытаясь найти выход. Насчет воспоминаний тоже не уточняется. Тереза испугалась, вспомнила парня (очевидно, Томаса), смотревшего на нее грустными глазами, он одновременно казался знакомым и незнакомым.
19.01.2015 в 22:19
Ньют знал, что Ньют - его ненастоящее имя. Он попытался вспомнить своих родителей, сестру, лучшего друга, собаку, но не смог. Ньют закричал и посмотрел вверх, ожидая, что произойдет.
Чак очнулся в темноте, когда лифт уже двигался вверх, и сфокусировался на воспоминаниях о маме, но они ускользнули из памяти.
Алби сел и начал глубоко дышать, пытаясь сконцентрироваться. Он вспомнил разрушение, страдания, смерть, боль, болезнь, но вместе с этим - влюбленную пару, деревья, солнечный свет и красивого ребенка. Он попытался улыбнуться, но воспоминания испарились.
Бен запаниковал, начал колотить в стены и кричать, а потом свернулся на полу и заплакал. Какие именно воспоминания у него забрали последними, неизвестно.
Минхо не паниковал и начал спокойно обследовать Ящик, пытаясь найти выход. Насчет воспоминаний тоже не уточняется.
Тереза испугалась, вспомнила парня (очевидно, Томаса), смотревшего на нее грустными глазами, он одновременно казался знакомым и незнакомым.
19.01.2015 в 22:21
19.01.2015 в 22:22