The First (The Maze Runner Fanfic)

Part 1: Chapter 3

My eyes grow heavy as the day's events drift through my mind, soon falling into a peaceful sleep.

Newt

"Who went in my kitchen last night? I've told you shanks so many times, no midnight snacks!" Frypan roars, rubbing his forehead in disappointment and glaring at the frightened Gladers surrounding him, waiting for their breakfast.

"I ought to serve you pig food for that, but Alby would be on my shuck ass." He sighs, beginning to serve eggs and bacon to the hungry Gladers.

"Hello Fry." I smile, brushing my hair away from my eyes.

"Hey Newt, same for you?" He asks, rubbing his chin. I nod and he lays the bacon and eggs onto my plate. I nod, a gesture to say thank you, and join my friends at a picnic bench.

My stomach rumbles and I begin to tuck into my food, my friends following suit. "So, what do we have planned for today then?" Minho asks, his mouth full of food.

"Somebody's going to teach you some manners, firstly." Alby replies, averting his eyes from Minho's full mouth - covered in bacon grease.

"Ha ha, very funny." Minho swallows, rolling his eyes sassily. "I'm going to run the Maze, again. And look for this shuck way out."

I nod, "Whatta 'bout you Chuck?"

"I... Well I'm probably gonna clean the showers, help collect apples from the trees." He shrugs, his curly hair bouncing as he speaks.

Alby nods, seeming to be lost in thought and then dismisses us, and we all separate for our daily jobs - ready for another sweltering hot day in the Glade.

Rihanna

A yawn escapes my parched lips and I slowly sit upright, cracking my sore back. I reach for my runners pack and take a long gulp of the water, softening the dryness in my throat.

My eyebrows furrow as I absorb my surroundings, large grey walls towering above me, grass below the tree I am now curled up in.

But then the memories come flooding back, and my eyes widen in absolute shock. There is not grass in the maze, nor trees, therefore I was most definitely in the Glade.

My breath hitches in my throat as I panic for a escape route. I will have to go through the doors, early morning or when they are about to close, or at lunch when the boys are in the cafeteria.

Slowly but surely, I climb through the trees, closer to the clearing of the deadheads. I choose a tree, with thick branches and lots of leaves, and sit myself down. I fasten my runners pack onto my back, and tuck my legs out of sight, pulling leaves around me.

A boy walks past, his dirty blonde hair bouncing as he moves. "Minho just get your bloody ass into the Maze already!" He scolds, a British accent lacing his words.

"But my head still hurts!" 'Minho' whines, slumping his broad shoulders.

"Just go! The runners need your help to find this 'girl', you were on about." The boy rolls his chocolate eyes, and puts quotation marks, with his fingers, around girl.

I gasp in utter surprise, they were talking about me! Minho's head snaps in my direction, "Wait, did you hear that?" His eyebrows furrow in frustration, as he searches the area with his eyes.

My lip trembles in terror as I recognise his face, the bulky runner from in the maze, the guy that tried to grab me. I gulp, my throat dry from my previous sleep, as I process his next words, "that bitch will pay for embarrassing me".

I am at loss for words, if i go back into the maze the runners will find me, and if i stay here, they'll find me. For fucks sake, why can't I just live in peace. They've managed it for a couple of years, why change now?

As Minho begins to sprint to one of the large doors in the corner nearest to my tree, I decide to have some fun and mess Minho around, for calling me a bitch of course.

My mid length hair trails behind me as I too sprint through the doors, my runners pack as a slight disguise, to make me look as though I am a runner.

I round several corners, following Minho closely but quietly.

My bare feet pad against the stone floor and before I know it, the boy has disappeared from sight. I sigh, annoyed that my fun had ended so abruptly.

As I turn to head further into the maze, a familiar voice makes me freeze in my place: "So you are real, and not some shucking dream."

"Yeah I am, dickhead, and what are you going to do about it?" I laugh, stepping forwards as his eyes widen at the sight of a knife tucked in the belt of my ripped shorts.

He glares at me, eyes challenging me to step closer as I realise my mistake. He was atleast six foot tall, and here I was, a mere girl in his eyes, but little did he know, that I was fast and could most definitely outrun him.