Viya held her can over the open flame of the lamp as she curiously tried to warm her food. She hadn't had a warm meal since she was banished, and she had gotten the idea to try and warm her food. Usually she wouldn't bother, but she needed something to get her spirits up.
Jax had died a week ago, and she would've never thought it would have affected her like it did.
She didn't sleep for two days after he was killed, every time she tried she'd see his terrified eyes staring back at her. She only slept once she physically couldn't stay awake anymore.
She had never cared for Jax much, she had always found him a little cocky and aggressive. And she thought it'd be nice to know he was dead, especially after what he did. But she didn't want to see it.
She didn't want to see his lifeless body getting ripped apart by grievers.
Viya took the can off of the flame and stuck her finger into the soup.
Still cold.
"Oh well..." She muttered as she reached for her spoon.
The thick tomato soup coated her throat as she ate, she took no time to enjoy her food.
Once she was done, she set the can down in her trash bag and swiftly exited the room.
She went to head off running, but she noticed a griever lurking a few halls down. She'd usually slink back into her room and wait until it left, but something was different today. She felt riskier.
She crept towards the griever, ducking into the closest hallway to it. She peeked her head out and watched the creature. The griever paced around, lashing its tail back and forth as its metal claws collided with the stone floor, creating an odd clicking sound.
As Viya listened, she heard the creature let out a series of clicks, almost as if it was trying to communicate.
Long click, long click, short, short, long, seven short, long, short short, long, four short, gap, gap, long click, two short clicks, long click, gap, four short clicks, long, short, long, short, short, long, short, long long, short short.
And then the clicking stopped.
(--. .-. .. . ...- . .-. ... / -...- / . ... -.-. .- .--. .)
Viya continued to watch the creatures' behavior, and after a minute or two it started clicking again.
Long click, long click, short, short, long, seven short, long, short short, long, four short, gap, gap, long click, two short clicks, long click, gap, four short clicks, long, short, long, short, short, long, short, long long, short short.
And then the clicking stopped.
(--. .-. .. . ...- . .-. ... / -...- / . ... -.-. .- .--. .)
Eventually, after two or three more repeats of clicks, Viya started to realize a pattern, and the next time it started she focused on remembering it.
Just after the grievers' clicks stopped, it suddenly darted away into some random hallway. Viya took this opportunity to sprint back home.
She skidded into her room, still muttering the pattern.
She knocked over her stack of water bottles as she searched for the notebook, the one she thought she'd never use, yet here she was.
Once she found it, she quickly opened to a random page and scribbled down the pattern. She was hoping to find something useful or earth shattering, but instead she saw nothing.
It had to be a code, it had to.
But no matter how long she looked at it, she saw nothing.
"Do you see anything here?" She asked the beetle-blade.
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Marooned | Maze Runner | Minho
FanfictionEveryone assumes Viya is dead. With good reason to. Nobody survives the maze. It may be called the banishing, but it's really a death sentence. So when Viya is sentenced to the maze, she even thinks she's going to die. But she doesn't. Instead she s...
