Elemental Runners {Maze Runner Fanfic}

Minho Part 5

Luna's POV

The griever stumbled onto the grass, the human-like foot kicking at the stone wall. My heart thudded in my chest as I stood motionless, deciphering what to do. Running footsteps made its way beside me.

"That's not a griever" Thomas said in between breaths. 

I shrugged "I assume that those creatures could dress up as one of-" but Thomas was already off  running to the guy on the ground.  

In tattered-sweat stained clothes laid a young teenage boy. The stench from that guy was worse then the slaughter building. He had toned muscles, shaggy hair, and a surprisingly flawless complexion. "Your the greenie?" I heard him say as I approached. His finger-less gloved hand ran through his thick black hair as he suspiciously eyes Thomas with dark brown eyes.

"What were you doing in the maze?" I asked as I approached them. He froze as if in pure shock. He looked up at me, squinting against the sunlight behind my shoulder. "So your the one who woke up from a coma and made fire?"He asked. Was that hatred or interest laced in his voice?

Nonetheless I shook my head and held up three fingers. "Three what?" He snapped. I sighed and got on my knees so we were eye level. "There is two more girls." I whispered. His eyes widened "Three greenies who are girls with freak abilities?" 

"Shes actually the normal one" Thomas said, sending a feeling of warmth in my stomach. The sweaty guy rolled his eyes slowly. "At least your prettty. The name's Minho" he said while holding his hand out for me to shake. I refused.

"What were you doing in the maze?" I repeated. 

"You know its customary for you to tell me your name-"

"Just answer the question" I impatiently responded. Minho's hand fell back onto his lap with a slap. Alby suddenly ran up with a glass of water. The liquid spilled over the rim as he shakily handed it to Minho. His eyes lit up at the crystal clear water. Is anyone going to answer me? Me and Thomas exchanged an exasperated look before Minho talked.

"I'm a runner. Alby, you need to see this. A griever was dead with some weird thing on it." Alby's eyes widened.

"Dead? How is that possible?" He asked while taking the empty cup from Minho's hands. Minho wiped water from his lips as he continued. "I dont know, but there was something wrong with its...flubbery skin" 

"What was it?" Thomas asked.

Minho glared at the both of us "Don't you have greenie tasks to do?" This guy's sassy attitude is seriously getting on my nerves. Luckily, Alby was to distractet to tell us to leave.

Minho sighed before continuing "Its hind end was super hard, as hard and cold as stone when I touched it" 

Alby eyes lit with fury "You touched it?" 

"I poked it with a stick first..then touched it. So, yes." Alby gritted his teeth. "That's not all, its legs were blackened and fried, and in the center of its side was a giant smoking hole as if someone burned it" 

Our eyes instantly met each other. 

"Impossible...Ally is in kitchen duty!" I exclaimed panicked. Alby was already storming away.

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Ally's POV

"Eh! Your burning dinner!" Frypan shouted. His muscular body shoved me away from the stove, and pushed me up against a cabinet. His shoulder jabbed my chin. This kitchen is too small for the both of us. 

"You say burned I say crispy." I said while wiping my hands on my pants. This is ridiculous. Pan is crazy about his food, its like his babies. "Well what do you want me to do now?" I asked when he dumped the chicken into a large serving bin. 

Tsk tsk. He bent down and diligently grabbed something from the bin. Completely ignoring my question. He growled in the back of his throat and held up a tiny piece of red curly hair.

"I want you to wear a hair net!" 

Slam. Went two hands as they heavily pounded on the countertop. The dead chicken wobbled in the bin. Alby stood there breathing open mouthedly. His eyes burning into mine. 

"Did you leave the Glade?" he asked. A couple gladers turned their attention to us. They tried to hide it, but I knew they were listening. "No" I responded before grabbing a couple of paper plates from the pantry. But Alby wasnt done with me yet.

"Then explain this" he looked around and leaned over the counter top, his words at a dangerously low whisper. "How did a griever get burned?" Gally popped up behind Alby's shoulders. Literally. Eyebrows arched and everything. 

"I dont know. I was dealing with fancy pants over here all day" I said motioning to Chef who had his head in his hands.

"Its true, she burned the chicken and soiled it with her hair" he said looking up. He looked like a little kid whining.

"Crispy!" I shouted. Alby was unamused. Gally shook his head and whispered just loud enough to hear. "Its a sign. Shes worked for whoever put us in this hellhole. We shouldve killed her when we had the chance"

I threw the chicken I was holding back into the bin. Frypan loud out a squeak. "You listen here. I dont know how I got these abilities or why I have them. But I can assure you I want to get out of here as much as you. And if I am working for these people as a spy then what are the little flying bugs for? On top of that wouldnt I have killed you earlier if that was my mission? Ever think of that, eyebrows?" 

"Its all an act. She will get us killed Alby." Gally shouted while walking backwards slowly. His finger pointed at me "Dont trust her." Alby waved him off, his eyes never leaving me. He stared at me before letting out  a sigh.

"Im going to regret this but can you run?" I nodded slowly unsure of where he was going with this.

"Tomorrow we are going on an adventure out into the maze" 

AN: I know short chapter! Its been a while since I wrote this but I wont update till I get a comment so the longer you take to comment the less interesting this story will be!

No just kidding I think I will write the next chapter right away! Im so excited for you to see what I have in store for this series! 

I love Ally's attitude seriously! Im falling in love with my own character.... 

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