The First (The Maze Runner Fanfic)

Part 1: Chapter 2

Rihanna

The rock hits his jaw, sending him to the floor in a tangle of limbs.

A sob rips through my body as I stare at the bloodstained rock, throwing it onto the floor in guilt.

My eyes drift to the potentially dead Glader, blood dripping from the busted skin on his dislocated jaw. I turn to leave the brutal scene, a tear dripping from my eye, and down my cheek - I can't leave him here.

I spin around, kneeling down at the boy's side, wiping the tears he had shed - at the impact of the rock to his jaw before he fell unconscious - and I gather his belongings into his small pack, and begin to drag his body to the entrance of the Glade, praying that he doesn't wake up.

I reach the wide path to the Glade and lay him down on the concrete floor, in plain sight of the other 'Runners' who would return later. I gently stroke a stray piece of his hair away from his face, carefully wiping the blood from his jaw. I stand and reach for a string of ivy, casting my eyes away from the unconscious boy, and climb to the top of the wall once again.

The sky darkens, stars filling the drab colour. My stomach growls, breaking me from my thoughts as I jump from wall to wall, once again. I groan in pain, the hunger growing out of control, and loose my footing on the wall. I plummet to the concrete path below, hands frantically reaching for a strand of vine to save my life.

Newt

My eyebrows furrow in confusion, as I stare at the Medjack blabbering on about Minho's dislocated jaw. "...He must have fallen pretty shucking badly, its just lucky that he didn't hit his temple-"

"Is he awake yet? Then he can tell us what the actual shuck he did." Alby interrupts from behind me, I give him a thankful nod as Clint takes us to Minho's bed.

He tugs back the frail hospital curtain, greeting Minho with a respectful smile: "How are you feeling?"

"Like klunk, that shuckface really smashed me up good." He rasps, taking a sip of water to soothe his aching throat.

"What 'shuckface'?" I intervene, gnawing on my thumbnail, eyebrows furrowed, as I quote Minho's previous words.

Clint clears his throat, slowly backing out of the room, sensing that his presence was unwanted.

"It was a shucking girl! I was writing some notes, y'know runners stuff, and then I hear a weird noise. I turn around and there she is, bare feet, ripped clothing, frozen in place. I try to grab her, to bring her back 'ere, but she smashes me on the jaw with a rock. And then I'm out cold." Minho croaks, as he rubs his aching jaw.

I cock an eyebrow, "A girl? A bloody girl." I ask, swallowing as I begin to consider that Minho had really hurt himself. "I doubt it, nobody can survive the maze."

"Seems like a nice dream you had there." Alby chips in, looking at Minho strangely.

"I'm telling the truth! It wasn't a dream." Minho hisses, rising from his bed and poking Alby's chest angrily.

"Whatever." Alby pushes Minho's hand away and rolls his eyes, "I will send some Runners out tomorrow to look around for anything suspicious. You can go too, you haven't broken your shuck leg or anythin'." Minho groans at what Alby had just explained, throwing himself onto the bed.

"See you later, shanks." Me and Alby leave the room, leaving Minho to get some rest for tomorrow.

Rihanna

My hands finally wrap around a vine, using all of my strength to prevent the fall. My shoulders burn as the impact of the fall presses down onto my arms, tugging myself up the wall once again, body aching.

I arrive at the walls surrounding the Glade, standing tall and watching the peaceful Gladers, lying around in their sleeping bags.

I sneak over to the forest's wall, tugging on a piece of ivy, almost reaching to the grass down below. I carefully clamber onto the vine, using the strength of my arms to reach the floor.

My bare feet hit the soft grass of the forest first, and I crouch beginning to creep to the edge of the forest, or Deadheads, once again as the Glader's had called it.

I wince as my stomach rumbles again, sprinting silently to the kitchen - virtually in the middle of the Glade. The door creaks open as I push carefully on it, beginning to collect some food and bottles of water for my hungry stomach. I prepare a couple of sandwiches and collect some apples to eat, before escaping the crime scene and stumbling into the deadheads, clambering up a tree right at the very back of the forest.

I munch on a couple of the apples, shoving the rest of the food and water bottles into my Runners pack, I had stolen from the map room. My eyes grow heavy as the day's events drift through my mind, soon falling into a peaceful sleep.

Soon to be interrupted.