Game of the Labyrinth: Rebellion

Chapter 5: Oriel

I've been walking for hours, the camp has faded to a blur of light in the gloomy darkness behind me and a cityscape appears in front of me. My throat burns from lack of water running down my throat, I had some in my pack but only had one day's worth with rationing. I left the camp right after Steph blew up after my confession, I couldn't handle her, not now, not with all the preparation for the attack which is in twelve days and I've decided to leave the attack let the gladers and my friends do it if they need me I'll know and I'll be there but now I've drifted so far from Steph that I don't remember her face, I don't remember what my best friend looks like.
I approach the city, the building are mostly rubble and from what I can see all the windows are either cracked or gone, pieces of jagged glass jutting out of rock and sand. It surprises me to see a light on in a room twenty stories up, it's warm glow casting out the window. I place my hand on the hilt of my machete wrapping my fingers around it's smooth surface one by one. I quietly step through a hole in the cracked concrete to the main floor of the tall building, there's a desk, with letters on the wall behind it some have fallen off to make the word not legible. I find an elevator shaft with the door pried open and a crowbar rests on the floor. I squeeze through the gap in the and find a ladder to my right. The skinny metal rungs were coated with rust and grime. I looked down to see only darkness then hear a wail of terror come from below, I'm relived when I see the next few rungs going down cut of the ladder making it end on my current floor. I grab onto the rung of the ladder and start to climb, the air is dewy and beads of sweat star to form on my forehead, beading down into my eyebrows. I count how many floors I pass as I climb so far fifteen only five more I tell myself. The smell burnt flesh and smoke enters my nose. And a sharp scream pierces the air, from a teenage boy, is my guess. I climb faster almost two rungs at a time then I reach the twentieth floor this one is cracked open a bit two, I quickly squeeze through the opening and find cracked white tile floors and chipped paint on walls with stains from who knows what. I hear foot steps coming in my direction and run in the opposite direction trying desperately to find a hiding spot when I come across a closet full of old plastic containers and bottles with faded labels that read, all purpose cleaner, window cleaner and other various cleaning supplies that I never knew existed. The footfalls grow louder and louder consistant and loud. The stop right in front of the closet door the light from the crack at the bottom disappears with the person's shadow. The knob turns and light pours into the small storage. The man's body yellow eyes start into mine and a creepy white smile grows wide on his face. I recognize this person, or should I say, killer the head Gamemaker of the Labyrinthine Games. "Now sweetie, you know not to run away now don't you?" He asks with a fake sorry look. I manage to give a slight nod and the man grabs my shoulder and yanks me out of the closet throwing me to the ground. "You're a tribute in the Games aren't you?" He smiles, "A tribute in MY games." The smile fades and his lips form a thing line. He grabs me by my shoulders and guides me down the hallway. 
    We reach a room where the burning flesh odour fills my nose again causing it to wrinkle, the man pushes my into the room where a teenage by sits on a chair, arms and legs taped to the chair, his head's looking down and brown hair covers his face. Before I know it the Game maker leaves the room and I hear a "click" telling me that he locked me in. I rush over to the boy in the chair and lift up his head, a scream escapes my lips as I see the blistering and burnt face of Paxton.