A crossover between The Hunger Games and The Maze Runner.
The 74th Hunger Games have arrived, and guess who the tributes for District 12 are? You're right. And wrong.
They are Katniss and Gale.
When Katniss opened her eyes in the arena, only v...
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"Well technically they do return," Minho adds. "They just go through the-"
"Can you please-" Thomas flings his hand around wildly. "We are literally running for our lives. Can't you wait until we are safe only you explain to them?"
Minho grumbles something under his breath and stops talking.
The air is somewhat brighter than just mere minutes ago. All I can hear now is our heavy breaths and the sound of my heart beating frantically against my chest. And the screeching sound of metal against stone. The sky has completely darken down, even though the eerie light from the Griever is brightening up the road in front of us, I'd rather we don't have a monster chasing after us. There is no moonlight to illuminate the road ahead, and I'm depending on the guys' heavy footsteps to make out which way we are running.
"I don't think running is a good idea!" Ashton yells.
"Then what better idea do you have?" Minho yells back. "Stand here and let the Griever sting you?"
"I mean," Ashton screams. "I don't think keep running like this would help us escape the Griever!
"Then?" Minho screams back.
"There's another Griever! It is in front of us!" Thomas screams.
These boys do like to scream during dangerous situations.
Now we have 2 Grievers after us. Aren't there other tributes in the Maze? Why only after us?
We stop running, we are now stuck between 2 Grievers, and there are no way to escape.
"What do we do now?" I voice out, although I know everyone else is as hopeless as me. Whatever the Griever does to you, it can't be comfortable.
"Climb up the walls!" Thomas hisses and starts climbing up the wall.
I tug on a vine and place my foot on the wall, using the foot, I jump and place my other foot on the wall, and pull another vine to secure myself. I quickly climb up the wall but suddenly I lost my footing and I slip.
My hold on the vines are tight enough to ensure I don't go crashing to the ground and smash my head. I let out a sharp intake of air as I dangle in the air. The Grievers are a few feet below my feet, and the light from their bodies are blinding me.
"Katniss!" Ashton screams.
My momentum keeps me swinging back and forth, my palms burning from the friction. I struggle to grab a firm hold on the vines, but the sweat and exhaustion keep me dangling lower and lower. The Grievers have completely shut down, curled into balls and stop moving, as if dead. Instantly, it becomes dark and I'm blinded. I use the opportunity to yank myself up the vine, plant my foot firmly in a dent in the wall that I didn't know existed, and pull myself up to where the others are.
Thomas wraps several vines around my chest to secure me, and I whisper a soft 'thank you' and let out a long breath.
"Are you okay?" Ashton asks me softly. Ever since the Grievers have shut down, it had been eerily quiet, and my anxiety increases every passing second.
