While Paul tackled the killer, Leo went over to Clarisse. Even though he knew she was dead, he checked her pulse anyway. Of course, she was dead. Leo flashed back to the arrival at Camp Half-Blood. All the smirking faces, laughs and giggles, but now, whenever he goes back, lots of cheers, applause, and smiles. Those were the days. Now, he was stuck in a huge maze with no way out. But there was still the slightest bit of hope left in Leo.
"Leo!" Paul yelled.
"Wha-Oh, sorry. What do you need?" he asked.
"A crutch, possibly?" Paul answered.
Leo handed a crutch to Paul, and then he whammed the hard metal into the crazy man's head. His body went limp. Paul got a fellow demigod to help drag the man to the Homestead.
When they got there, they put the man on one of the last beds left empty. Paul slapped him around a little bit, until he woke up. Paul started asking a lot of questions.
"What the Hades is your name, boy?!" Paul asked
"Why should I tell you?" the man answered.
"I'm the dang leader of this people! I stood in the middle of that maze all week once! By MYSELF! I ain't afraid of some little punk prancing around killing innocent, well, almost innocent people!" Paul yelled. He punched him again.
"Fine! Just promise to stop!"
"Okay, fair enough," Paul said as he hit him again.
"Okay!" The man had tears in his eyes now. "My name is Newt!"
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Into the Maze
Fanfiction(Inspired by "The Maze Runner") Twelve boys. Twelve girls. One maze. Two groups of different genders will fight for their lives as they try to get out of a huge maze they appeared in. This story includes characters from the bestselling book "The Ma...
