ｂｒｅａｔｈｔａｋｉｎｇ-MinhoTMR

CHAPTER NINE: minhos pov.

As I quickly wake up around my usual time, i am quick to notice that the greenie, Kaede is no longer in bed. Usually she'd wake up around the same time at the others, what was different now? Did it bother me she was missing? No... yes... Whatever. 

I quickly throw on my normal running clothes before i head out of my- mine and kaedes, room. 

                                                          𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

As i walk down the Homestead steps and into the kitchen, i notice other runners standing in line and.. James looking confused and somewhat upset. I furrow my brows before walking over to James.

,,yo, James, whats wrong man?" I ask, confused on why the hell hes so upset.

,,someone ate my sandwich!!!" James whined making me cringe. 

I sigh as I pat James on the back before grabbing my breakfast before sitting down - did i just cut a whole line of people? yes. 

                                                          𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

I was quick to notice how dim the glade looked, which wasn't unusual but it also was- if that made any sense. It just felt... more empty. like something was... missing. 

I quickly brushed off the thought, fastening my harness that sat across my chest, quickly jogging to the maproom, grabbing my dagger i left there yesterday.

I fastened the dagger safely in my chest-plate before jogging back out of the maproom and jogging towards the maze entrance.

                                                          𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

There werent many runners- Only Ben, James, Logan, Tim, and of course, myself. The least amount of people in one job at least. 

I stand by the entrance of the maze, the doors already open though no one began running in immediately, somethings... different.. the atmosphere in the glade is... odd. 

meh whatever, nothing bad could have happened. It aint like someone shucking died hah- ha-... ha......right? i thought to myself as i stretched my limbs.

After a couple of seconds i snap myself out of my thought and begin to sprint into the maze, a silent signal for the others to begin running.

                                                          𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

As im running, i notice nothings different about section seven, jezz, stupid maze. 

I check the watch on my wrist, three hours until lunch, yum......

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hour one, im still checking the pattern of section seven, nothings changed, nothings different – there aint a shucking way outta here. ive run every pattern.. myself! i quickly state to myself.

although i am currently arguing with myself, i continue to run, not giving up..

I wanted something different! anything! anything. 

well, i guess nothing new is happeni- i thought to myself before my thoughts were cut off by a puddle of red liquid- From the griever?

Can grievers even bleed? i think to myself before crouching down.

As im on my knees, i swipe some of the red, sticky substance on my finger before looking at it- Blood for sure.. though.. i dont think grievers can bleed....