The Real World || The Maze Runner Fanfiction (1)

Chapter 16

A/N I don't usually do these at the start of a chapter but I wanted to say that I'm going to describe a griever that looks like the picture above because that's how I imagined them. (It is not my drawing).
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The giant thing looked like one massive, black slug. It had metal... Arms? Yeah, I guess you could say that. They were sticking out of it's back at random intervals, with different weapons attached to the end of each of them. Some of them had scissors, spikes, disks, knives and even a mace on the end of them.

Newt was still standing with his body pushing mine against the wall. I slowly and gently moved him backwards, giving me space to stand on my own. We stared at the creature as it rolled comically over to us. The situation would have been funny, if it hadn't have been just about to kill us; that made the situation a little bit more serious.

Whir-click. Whir-click.

The noise echoed against the ivy-covered walls as the monster continued to sneak it's way forward. With evyer few meters it covered, getting closer to us each time, we shuffled back ever so slightly. This, however, only proceeded in making the Griever come at us even faster. It should have been physically impossible for it to roll towards us at that pace, and yet there I was, watching it.

Whir-click. Whir-click.

We had to do something, and fast. Sweat was already dripping down my rosy cheeks, and we hadnt even started the heard part yet.

"Newt, come on! We need to run."

I grabbed Newt's hand and pulled him along the corridor, in the opposite direction to the griever. My legs got wrapped in some vines, but I managed to yank them out oif the wall and leave them in a pile on the floor. After that, Newt snapped out of his daze, and I let go of his hand as we ran at full speed round the never ending corridors of the maze. The constant sound of clicking was enough to tell us the beast was still following us, however it was falling behind a little bit.

Newt, in between heavy breaths, managed to shout to me "Libellus! The cliff, it's the only way! Follow me." Before turning around another corner with me following closely behind.

After a long time, our pace started to slow. We couldn't keep this up for much longer, we were too exhausted for running for what could have been hours. The more we ran, the more distant the horrible noises seemed to get. Although it was still always there, reminding us that it would get us eventually. We had been on the opposite side of the maze from where the cliff was, and it was a long run to get there from where we had been.

"Almost... There..." Newt stuttered, putting a lot of energy behind those two words. "We... Need... A rest."

I nodded in agreement as we both stopped and sank to the floor. The cobblestone was cold under my legs, and so it felt good on my hot and sticky skin. Newt must have been struggling more than me though, what with his limp and all. I found myself wondering how he could cope with the effort of walking all the time, always being put through more difficulty than the rest of us.

My aching body didn't get much time to enjoy the rest, because we were up and running again right after we had caught our breath. Newt had told me the cliff was just around the corner, and so we were only jogging down the corridors now.

When we reached it, I was a little disappointed. I had been expecting something more... Exciting. However, the cliff was exactly what it was called. At the end of a corridor, it ended in a steep drop down, in to who knows where (we couldn't see the bottom). Cautiously, I peered over the dangerous casm which we were standing right next to, Newt to my right.

"What now?" I asked.

Newt didn't respond. I followed his eyes and saw what he was staring at, whilst I had been standing over the cliff, I hadn't noticed the griever that had come up behind us and blocked our only exit. It advanced on us slowly, but we had no other choice but to stand our ground.

"Stay where you are. When I say now, I want you to dive to the left. Do you understand?" Newt said under his breath.

I nodded slowly, not knowing if I would cause more attention to myself if I allowed my head to move quicker. Not that it mattered anyway, we were both about to die. Newt, obviously sensing my worry, reached over and squeezed my clammy hand in his comfortingly. Even in this situation, I allowed the ghost if a smile to creep upon my lips.

Whir-click. Whir-click.

The griever was only a few steps away from us now. In a matter of seconds, it would be close enough to lash out with its sharp pincers. My eyes hastily tried to fill with tears as the monster charged towards us in one last attempt to consume our bodies...

"Now!"

I threw myself at the wall on my left, Newt having done the same too, but to the right. My chapped lips let out a soft groan as my whole body pulsed with pain from the impact. Yet, I still managed to turn around and watched as the griever attempted to stop itself from running, failed, and fell over the cliff. From where I was sitting, I could see the griever falling in to the black void below. But then, all of a sudden... It disappeared.