Lost in a Dream

Chapter 4

I woke up to the sounds of a battle and my first thought was 'I thought it was over.' I reached for my wand, but remembered it wasn't with me. I was in a long dark corridor, made completely made of stone, with an open ceiling. The corridor itself was about fifty metres long and the walls were about fifteen metres high with vines crawling up in abundance. I didn't have time to register where I was though, before the most horrible creature I have ever seen came into my view. It was worse than a Levithold with their shadow-like features that glide along the floors and suffocate their victims in the night or a Nundu, a enormous leopard with breath causing mass disease.

    No. This thing was shell-shockingly terrifying. It was part animal, part machine. Its body resembled a gigantic slug, sparsely covered in hair and glistening with slime, grotesquely pulsating in and out as it breathed. It had no distinguishable head or tail, but front to end it was at least two metres long, a metre thick.

    Every ten to fifteen seconds, sharp metal spikes popped through its bulbous flesh and the whole creature abruptly curled into a ball and spun forward. Then it would settle, seeming to gather its bearings, the spikes receding back through the moist skin with a sickening slurp. It did this over and over, travelling just a metre or so at a time.

    But hair and spikes were not the only things protruding from this creatures body. Several mechanical arms stuck out here and there, each one with a different purpose. A few had bright lights attached to them. Others had long menacing needles. One had a three fingered claw that clasped and unclasped for no apparent reason. When the creature rolled, these arms folded and manoeuvred to avoid being crushed.

    When the creature rolled, it made a metallic whirring sound, like the spinning blade of a saw. The spikes and the arms made creepy clicking sounds, metal against stone. But nothing sent chills up my spine, like the haunting, deathly moans that somehow escaped the creature when it sat still, like the sound of dying men on a battlefield, hence why I thought I was in a battle.

    After a couple of seconds staring at this beast, I realised what he was doing and screamed. There was a boy, about my age crushed under this thing. He had a spike impaled in his chest and the creature was somehow absorbing him. I stopped screaming when the thing noticed me. I heard a faint voice behind me yell:

"Run you shank!"

I had no idea what a shank was, but I took the voice's advice, turned around and ran as fast as my legs could carry me. At the end of the corridor, twenty metres away, there was an opening, where a boy stood. I figured this was the voice I heard.

    I noticed that the opening at the end of the corridor was slowly closing. I ran faster and finally got out, just as the doors closed. The guy, who had sandy blonde hair and was walking with a crutch, looked at me like I was an alien. 

    "What the bloody hell was that?" I wheezed out. I was doubled over, clutching my stomach from running to fast. I looked up at him expectantly, but he had the same look of shock on his face.

    "A... A Griever." He said like it was obvious. "I'm sorry, but where did you come from?" he said with a strong British accent.

    "I'm Ebony Blake, I go to Hogwarts." I thought if he knew creatures like that... Griever, then he must be magical.

    "Well Ebony Blake, I'm Newt. Welcome to the Glade." He said gesturing around.

    We were standing in a courtyard made of stone,  most of the slabs cracked with weeds growing through. In the corner of the massive square was an odd wooden building that contrasted greatly with the grey stone. There was a small forest behind it. On the other side of the so called Glade were some gardens. I could see fruit trees, tomato plants, corn, wheat and some pumpkins.

    On the other side of the courtyard I saw sheep, cows, pigs and a couple chickens. It seemed very... farm like.

    As I was looking around, another boy joined us. He had dark hair and Asian looks.

"Newt. What the shuck is is going on? You were supposed to banish Ben and then come back." Then he noticed me and looked just as shocked as Newt.

    "Ebony, this is Minho. Minho, this is Ebony Blake." Newt said trying to contain his laughter. He eventually burst out laughing and a few more people came of interest. Eventually roughly 100 people had gathered. But I noticed one thing

    I was the only girl.

Hi! I'm the other author. If you haven't guessed already, this chapter is based of Maze Runner. Hope you enjoyed this chapter and don't forget to.

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