The Fighter 》 The Maze Runner

Fourteen

Not another Griever. I hate those things.

Minho grabbed my arm and we began sprinting away from the beast. Left. Left. Jump. Right. Why do I always see them? I seen enough Grievers to last for a life time.

"Come on, Danny. Don't look back!" Minho yelled ahead of me.

I looked back and see the Grieved still chasing after us. I don't understand. They told me that Grievers only appear at night, but this is like the second time one was out in the day.

I kept panting as I yelled, "We need to split up, Min!"

"Are you shucking crazy?! You know what happened last time we split up. We're not splitting up again."

Suddenly one of the walls in front of us closed. What the hell? The walls inside never closed like that before.

Minho grabbed my arm and we ran left. The walls kept moving as if it was trying to block our way home. I heard the clanking getting closer and closer.

Straight. Straight. Straight. Left.

"We need to loose it!" Minho yelled.

"No shit, Sherlock!" I yelled back.

We kept running. Right. Left. Left. Right. When we made a right I saw a bunch of those little bugs I saw in the Homestead one day. Alby told me they were called Beetle Blades and to stay away from those. They would literally cut your hand off.

Light bulb.

I spotted another Beetle Blade a few feet away from me and I took my dagger out and ran to the wall.

Minho skidded to a stop, "Tiger, what are you doing?!" He noticed me near the bug and the clanking grew closer. "In case you haven't noticed, we're being chased here! We don't have time to look at Beetle Blades!"

I carefully put the Beetle Blade on the tip of my blade, "Wait a second." The Griever was fifty feet away from us.

"Do you want to die?! Come on?!"

"Wait!"

The Griever was ten feet away. I took that as the opportunity to throw my dagger at it. The moment the Beetle Blade landed on the Griever, blades came out and it started to attack. The Griever began screeching. You could see little oozes coming out of it.

I pushed Minho, "Go, go, go!"

Keep going, Dan. You can do this.

There it is again. That voice in my head. Why the hell does it always come up when I'm in dangerous situations?

We made three rights. Minho told me we were almost to the Glade. We didn't even stop for a break, we kept sprinting. My legs started to feel heavy, I taste copper in my mouth, dirt kept going in my eye.

We were at the end of Section 2. Just one more and we're home free. Left. Right. Left.

A loud clanking broke me out of my thoughts and I looked to see another Griever running after us.

"Oh, shit!" Minho yelled and we began sprinting even harder.

I looked back when I heard another sound of metal and saw one of the arms of the Griever forming a needle. It launched it's arm and I ducked before the needle could get me.

Just like the last time the walls started to move. What was suppose to be a left turn now created a corner. Klunk. We're trapped now. We're gonna die.

Minho and I stopped and looked back to see the Griever with it's needle at us. It moved its arm so fast and it was heading straight at Minho.

My instincts kicked in. I yelled, "No!" Before pushing Minho out of the way. I felt this stabbing pain on my stomach. The world started to look dizzy. I looked up to see the Griever turn and walk away. I heard Minho calling my name as I collapsed on the ground. The last thing I heard before everything went black was...