Behind The Walls: A Maze Runner Fanfic [ABANDONED WIP]

Chapter 11

The maze brought back memories.

Seeing the ivy covered walls and the ground layered in dirt made freakish memories flow back into my mind. It's amazing how in the few days I've been in The Glade the anamneses of the maze and the grievers slipped out of my conscious, but the feel of the dangerous maze has allowed the grueling flashbacks to haunt me.

Minho had us write notes while running, although most of the notes were irrelevant, things like Just write this down or Minho is a sexy beast... although Thomas and I refused to write the last one down.

"Do you ever get a break?" I ask as we continue to run, making a sharp turn and avoiding a puddle of disgusting, green, griever slime. Minho stops and turns towards Thomas and I as we catch our breath.

Minho smirks, "In matter of fact, you do. Lunch break."

I pull the backpack off my shoulder and immediately grabbed the sandwich. I was starving, I never really did this much running. And when I did run, I was running for my life, so my mindset was in a different place.

As I begin to devour Frypan's sandwich (which tasted more delicious than ever) Thomas' eyes trail to something on the wall of the maze. "What is that, Minho?" Thomas asks and juts his head towards the plaque on the wall. The same plaque I've been seeing for the last two years of my crappy life.

World in catastrophe; killzone experiment department

Thomas stands to get a closer look, and before Minho could I answer, I say, "I'm not entirely sure what it is, but it's nothing new. I've been seeing those six words for as long as I can remember."

Minho nods in agreement, "I see that label every day, Greenbean."

Thomas' finger graze across the bronze plaque and asks, "Do you know what it means?"

Oh, Thomas, I think, I wish I knew.

"No," Minho responds, "My best guess is that it has to do with the Creators. Maybe it links to those weird beetle blades that watch us. Or maybe the grievers."

Thomas shrugs, "Yeah, maybe."

The three of us stand there in silence, staring at the plaque hung on the vine covered wall of the Maze. Minho breaks the peaceful silence by announcing, "C'mon, guys. We don't have all day."

***

"How were your first days as Runners?" Chuck asks and runs up to Thomas and I as we exit the maze and enter the Glade.

I shrug and Thomas replies, "Not very glamorous, but at least we're doing something, right, Anna?"

I nod, "Yeah. I mean, I've seen it all before, but I'm trying to help you guys, and myself, get out of this cruel hellhole."

Chuck smiles brightly, but behind the glowing blue eyes I can see the fear. Chuck may seem like he's all sunshine and rainbows but I know that deep down inside he has a continuous fear that we will be trapped here forever. And, we may be trapped here forver, but you can't just give up because fear wants you to. You have to persevere because fear doesn't want you to.

And you must always outsmart the voice inside our heads which we call terror.

"Yeah, well, you're right about the hellhole part," Chuck says and glances around the Glade, watching the Gladers work, "And slintheads like Gally aren't really helping."

Thomas opens his mouth to reply, but Minho calls us over. "Anna, Thomas! Get your shucking butts over here!"

"See ya later, Chuck," Thomas says and I wave quickly as he does so.

When Thomas and I catch up to Minho, he begins to lead us somewhere. Through the trees, Gladers, and lazily built shacks, Minho brings us to a small building.

"Welcome to the Map Room," Minho says and gestures to the building. I walk inside and observe the hundreds of maps laid around the room. There are so many different and varied patterns of the maps, no wonder they haven't found a way out. I suppose the maze changes more than I thought.

Minho lays his mappings from today on the stone counter, "This is where we keep our maps, as you can probably tell. Every day after running, we come here and map what we found. Simple."

Minho opens his mouth to explain more, but a terrifying, loud screech erupts throughout The Glade. I flinch and Thomas and Minho exchange worried glances.

"What the hell is that?" I scream as the screeching comes to a stop. Minho's eyes are wide and he runs out of the Map Room. Thomas and I follow.

"It's the Box, it shouldn't be coming up," Minho says worriedly and runs off. I look at Thomas who's running behind him. I roll my eyes, What's the box?

I trail behind Thomas and Minho over to a large box, which is slowly being opened by large, steel chains. Everyone crowds around the Box as Newt jumps in to observe whatever is in there.

A deadly silence hovers over the Glade, and Newt mutters three words, barely audibe, "It's a girl."