~|Charge|~ Thomas

Chapter 5: A Griever in the Maze

Linnea studied her surroundings carefully. There was no one there with her. Absolutely no one. She called out to see if there may be anybody hiding in the woods. Her only reply was the echo of her own voice. Her voice was more high pitched than she would have imagined.

Linnea then realized that she didn't even know what she looked like. The young girl picked up a strand of hair that softly brushed her shoulder. It was the color of a caramel brown. Her hair was soft. Softer than she would have expected it to be, but who even knows. She didn't remember anything. Just her name, and those two other things that she could have definitely have lived without remembering.

The sound of water sounded from close by within the woods area. Linnea sprinted over to it to see a beautiful small pond, which looked to be as deep as up to the small girls knees. Looking into the pond as the sun shone onto it, Linnea saw her facial appearance for the first time. Her eyes were the color of chocolate, her skin pale as milk and her lips, rosy, but still pale. She could live with that. The girl guessed that she was around thirteen-years-old. Too young to be stuck in a place like that alone. Alone. She was all alone in an unrecognizable place with no memories of where she was, who she was, and what she was sent there to do, or why she was sent there. None whatsoever. 

As she headed back over to the area she had started in, that she had grown to have called the glade in those few minutes that she was there, the brunette headed back towards where she had come from. The box. That dreadful thing. Hearing the barking, Linnea hopped into the metal container and picked up the heavy cage that held the dog that had scared her into hitting her head on the roof of the box. For her, the cage was actually pretty easy to lift, but she could tell that for some normal person, it would be harder to navigate upwards into their hands and to carry. 

Once she had gotten the caged dog up, she looked back and saw boxes labeled with things that she could use for supplies. Simple things like an axe and wood. Bottles for water and a couple of match sets for making a fire. There was also a box of feminine supplies that Linnea somehow seemed to remember being hers, But something that startled her, was the fact that every single one of those boxes in that lift were all labeled with the same six letters. W.I.C.K.E.D. What did that mean?

Once she had lifted every single one of the boxes out of the lift contraption, Linnea released the dog from its cage. It was a dark brown Labradoodle. "Hi," Linnea greeted the creature with the child-like innocence in her voice. The dog immediately jumped onto the young girl, him almost as tall as her, and started barking with joy. "Hi, boy!" Linnea said to the animal. The dog left her and grabbed one of the pieces of wood behind her and instantly started chewing it. "You like chewing things, don't you?" She asked the creature, knowing that she wouldn't get a response, but still liked talking to him. "I think I'll call you Chewie." 

Chewie hopped up, showing that he liked the name. Linnea smiled, but her eyes floated back to the gargantuan stone walls that stood before the girl and the dog. Something was odd, but intriguing about it. Linnea would have to take a look. As the sun started setting, signaling that soon it would  be night, Linnea grabbed the jacket she was wearing when she got there. In it, there still was the knife and the serum. She could never know, and could never be too careful.

The thirteen-year-old girl sprinted to the giant stone walls, Chewie followed her, the young dog eager to be with Linnea. As Linnea approached the walls that held her in the glade, she looked upon her shadow, dark and bending on the walls. The sun was going down even more now. If she wanted to find out what was beyond the glade, she would have to head out now, before it was dark. You never know what happens after dark. 

She told Chewie to stay there, and the dog obeyed. Good dog. Linnea carefully gripped the hold of her knife, before jogging through the long corridors of the area holding her in. Once she had gotten to the part, which seemed like she was fully in it, a loud, screechy noise sounded out from behind her. Linnea turned around, and before her eyes, the area she had just jogged through, were closing. It was closing like two doors, closing in together, trapping her in for the night.

There was no way she would have found a way out. Before she could have even had the slightest chance of going back into the glade, the doors shut. Doors. What the hell were doors doing there? How were they there? And what place were they trapping her in?

The brunette took a deep breath, before slowly and cautiously moving into the area, which was covered with random dividing walls, almost seeming like the walls of a maze. It was frightening. She was trapped in a place, an unknown place, with no memory, or any knowledge of where she was.

Stepping forward, Linnea put a hand on one of the stone walls, that seemed like walls to a maze. As she put her hand on it, the wall suddenly started moving, along with every single other wall in that area. It was changing. The maze was changing.

An echoey screech came out from not too far away from Linnea. She gripped the knife in her hand even tighter at the sound of the noise. It was loud and sounded like metal on metal,  like nails on a chalkboard. Somehow, the young girl thought that it sounded like she had heard the noise before; and the whole thing, the maze, it seemed to be somewhat familiar. It was like she'd been there before, if only in a dream, she still had somehow been there before, in her past life.

Bouncing onto her feet, Linnea started jogging out as the sound became closer. Jogging through the maze, Linnea panted and tried to catch her breath. When she looked up, though, she was met with the metal noise. A metal creature, almost looking like a bug. Attached to the tail, that somewhat resembled a scorpion, was a large needle pointing out at her. 'Griever,' Linnea thought. That was what that creature was. It was a Griever. Someone had called it that before, but it was lodged deep in her memory, and there was no time to think about that now. Something told the thirteen-year-old, that this creature was not nice.

She fell to the ground, and moved backward on her hands and feet, almost in a crab position. The scorpion tail came out, and pointed right at her left area of her stomach. Linnea gasped as the metal monster, the slimy creature, came out at her, and stung her with the needle. Before she could even do anything to fight back against the creature, he pulled back, almost like he was being forced, being controlled. 

Gasping out, Linnea could feel something flowing through her veins, whatever the Griever put in her. Lifting up her shirt so she was able to see what the creature did to her, Linnea was met with the sight of an infection, growing with black coming out, looking as if veins had just suddenly grown out of it. As she slowly started to feel herself come to some sort of senses, they all were slowly reaching out of her grasp. It was like she was starting to go insane.

Reaching into her pocket, Linnea pulled out the blue serum that was in her pocket, looking at it, Linnea's only thought was that it was her only choice. The only chance she had to maybe be able to live.  As she stabbed the blue liquid into her wound and inserted it into her small body. 

As the liquid flowed through her veins, the wound started to clear up, it was like the serum did help her. It healed her. She was okay.

Getting up and gripping her knife once again, Linnea told herself that she would never go in there at night again, if the doors would even open and she would be let out; but she would go during the day. From what she had observed, that was the only way out. Something had to be out in the ever-changing maze. A clue, a secret, anything. There had to be a way out.

Author's note:

Did you like that? I kind of did. This chapter will play a big part in Linnea's future in the glade in the future. I really hope you like this so far. Soon we will have more people go into the maze! I'm so excited!

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