The Maze Rider

Chapter 4

Rachel was up before the sun. The glade was quiet, and dark, the great stone walls where yet to slide open.
She had left Rose in the cabin alone, swinging gently in her hammock as she slept. It wouldn't scare her if she woke up alone, Rachel had already told her she was going the next morning.
Her blonde plait flopped messily in the wind and her hand rested on the large cleaver at her waist.
She sunk into the grass by the wall and waited.
By the time the first rays of sun had broken over the east side wall, three small shapes could be seen walking towards her. Minho, and the two other runners.
"Worried Greeny?" Taunted the tallest, lanky runner, Ben.
"It's Rachel, and no, I'm not worried" she lied, it was a very good one though.
"Alright, Ben, you can go with Adam, I'll go with Rachel" Minho broke in.
"Fine," he grumbled "just because you want the girls to yourself,"
Minho either hadn't heard or didn't care.

"This way!" Minho yelled, his light shirt flapping as he ran.
"It's still there isn't it!" Rachel pumped her arms hard, her body being pushed to the limit.
"Yes!" He yelled, not looking back.
" i thought grievers didn't come out during the day?"
"They don't!"
The clanking of metal legs continued at a pace.
"Alright get behind me!" Minho stopped and turned to face Rachel.
"Pass me your knife! I lost mine," He shoved his arms out and Rachel fumbled with the black belt at her waist.
Minho swung out with the cleaver, it hit home, cutting its eyes clean out.
With a shreak it scuttled away, leaving Minho, knife in hand in a mix of adrenaline and shock.
Rache whimpered and felt her legs fail like jelly,
"Woah, Greeny," he spun and caught her before she could hit the ground.
Rachel was so lost she didn't even mind the name anymore.
"What-"
"Don't ask I don't know," Minho shook his head, letting out a shaky breath. Both their foreheads glistened with sweat and their chests rose and fell heavily.
"I don't suppose that was part of the job description" Rachel laughed feebly.
Minho didn't say a word.
"I'm sorry, if I hadn't of tripped we would have got away,"
"Don't talk clunk Rachel, we did get away, come here," he pulled her from the ground and into a bear hug , she had to reach onto her tip toes in order to look over his shoulder(in case the greiver came back).
The smooth rhythm of Minho stroking her hair soothed the lump in her throat, little did she know, Minho was feeling all the strange and wonderful things she did and for a while, they just stood there, rocking slightly, waiting for no one and nothing.