A Group B fanfiction following Group B's Keeper of the Runners (Minho's equivalent), Rogue. This story is split into II parts: most events before Rachel & Aris, and all events after.
'Then, next to her, another girl. And another beside that one. She...
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AS SONYA barrelled into the maze wall, Rogue couldn't help but laugh.
"You are such an idiot," she teased.
Sonya tried to playfully kick Rogue, but she stepped aside, dodging her with a grin.
"You're a right piece of klank, you," Sonya jeered, rubbing her nose. "You know I'm not used to the Maze changing."
"Sonya, you've got the map. It'd help if you looked at it every once in a while."
Admittedly, Rogue favoured the days she ran with Sonya. No one else kept her quite so entertained in an otherwise repetitive place.
Besides, whenever she was assigned Sara, thoughts of Jane inevitably crept in.
Sonya brushed the last remnants of debris from her clothes before pulling out the map. "What's it saying, then?" Rogue asked.
"Well, last month we went that way," Sonya replied, pointing limply to an open entrance heading left. "So let's head right this time."
Rogue nodded, following after her.
Where Sonya had speed, Rogue had stamina.
It was Serena and Danica, though, that had carved out their own reputations among the Carriers. It was less so their brute strength and more the sharpness and precision of their movement that initially gained Rogue's attention.
Serena was the second Blondie to come up after Emmy, another product of the Makers' new one-a-month regimen. Quiet and observant, she had an uncanny ability to memorise the Maze; by her second week she could navigate turns the rest of them still second-guessed. She spent most of her time with Miyoko, mapping.
Danica, by contrast, one was of the original fifteen. She didn't have Serena's eerie recall, but she'd learned the Maze the hard way. Repetition, grit, and a stubborn refusal to ever get lost.
Together, they were indispensable. Besides, Rogue had paired them so she could keep Sonya.
They rounded a few more corners, jostling each other along the way.
Sonya's strides eventually slowed, her eyes fixed on a distant point in the Maze.
Without warning, she came to a sudden stop, causing Rogue to thud into her.
"Ouch," Rogue grumbled, pushing herself from Sonya's back. "What's wrong with you, finchface?"
Sonya was a portrait of surprise, framed by loose tendrils of blonde hair. Her eyes were wide with astonishment as she pointed ahead. "Look, stick!"
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