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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I wake up to an itch on my eye. By waking up I don't mean opening my eyes completely and let the light shine on my eyes and make myself blind. No. What I mean is slowly regaining consciousness and remembering where you are and what happened and don't want to open your eyes to face the problems that awaits you.
And by regaining consciousness means regaining my senses. Now I feel an itch on my right eye, like something small is crawling over my eye lid. Something bright suddenly shines on my eye. As quickly it had appeared it disappeared. Okay...?
The...thing continues to move down my face, onto the bridge of my nose and into my nostrils...
"Gah!" My eyes snap open in a flash as I jump up from where I was sleeping earlier. I couldn't have slept more than half an hour but it felt like I have slept 5 hours in 30 minutes. Something falls from my nostrils and drop to the ground. It is a mechanical Griever, much smaller and less slimey and less scary. Red lights spill out of its eyes as it looks at me. It looks like a beetle, but made of shiny metal and has that creepy red light emitting from its head. I can't believe this thing is stupid enough to crawl into my nostril.
I grab it with my forefingers and inspect it closely. It is made of metal, obviously, but it is flexible, and can squirm around my fingers. The red light focuses on my face as I look closely at its torso. There are some words carved on its body.
"WICKED?" I read the words out loud. This is not good. Some metallic beetle-like creature whose name is WICKED ? Doesn't sound good to me.
"Ashton," I gently shake Ashton. "Hey!"
"What?" He grumpily answers, rubbing his eyes.
"Look," I hold up my hand and let him see the creature.
"Oh my mama what in the world is that?" He squeals, holding a hand to his heart.
"I have no idea. It's made of metal and has the word WICKED imprinted on its body,"
"WICKED?" He repeats.
"That's a beetle blade," Minho's voice suddenly appeared.
"What?"
"Beetle blade. That's how the Creators keep an eye on us."
"That means this thing video tapes?" I ask in horror.
"Yeah we suppose," Minho answers like it's no big deal.
"Since now the Maze is-" Ashton squeezes the beetle blade into his palm so it won't record anything we say. "-dominated by the Gamemakers, I think they are used to record the Games instead of using cameras. We have to be careful not to say anything that...insults the Capitol in front of these things."
"Sure," I answer. "Is Thomas awake now?"
"Yes. Awake and energetic as always," Thomas stands up and stretches. "I think we should eat something before we move on," He reaches for his bad laying beside him.
