Glitch

Chapter 3

    I have to do something, I thought. I couldn't watch a person before me parish knowing that in my power I could do something to save someone. It was one of the rules of the Glade. Something I helped create when I was apart of a growing union. You had to trust one another. Despite not able to recognize the boy; enemy or foe we were both stuck in the same torturous engagement with our lives stuck on the line. I couldn't leave another person for dead, I was not about to wish this horrific entrapment onto anyone.
    The shakiness in my palms slowly made its way to a calm stillness, as my mind rushed with ideas. Feeling as though my heart was about to explode from my chest. I needed a plan. Just something close enough to get the boy far enough away from these monsters
     It wasn't over, I though. Noticing the spark of grief in his body language as he stopped running. Standing the opposite direction of the monster.
     The world went silent around me, leaving me to only hear the rapid beat of my heart in a monotone rhythm. The adrenaline rushing through my entire body. Draining out the Grievers cries as the world around me moved in a incredibly slow motion.
     Making an insane decision; I jolted forward. Running straight toward the middle Griever that symmetry had more ground level for what I was about to do.
    The disoriented creature froze, its form of direction faulting. Refraining from movement, as it looked like a solid statue.
    Taking advantage to this malfunction as I sprinted forward, pushing myself to go fast as I started to scream. Determination in my lungs. Noticing the boy in the corner of my eye; while he mocked the Griever, shocked by my impulsiveness.
    Leaping forward, as I could feel the stinging pressure dissipate from my sore legs; springing into life as though I could fly. Unable to stop the momentum, as I perfectly directed myself straight for the Griever. Landing firmly onto its slimy, bulbous head.
    Forcing a shoving jolt to its body before immediately pounce off the beast, and found myself back in the ground. Tuck and rolling as I hit the ground hard, grasping for a breath.
   At the last second after I hit the ground, two bare hands yank me from the metal floor and snatch me to my feet. Pulling me off the ground in a very demanding motion. My heart leaped into my throat as I fought my away from his grip as I struggled to free myself.
    Goosebumps arose down my body as I faced this familiar face. This was the same boy with the stern grip, and intriguing gaze that welcomed me to the depths of this Glade. It was Minho.
   "What are you waiting for!" I cried, getting the boys attention; he had a clear shot to escaping now" Get out of here now!"
   The Grievers came to life, and all their attention was set on me and Minho. Spikes bursting from their skin as they drastically rolled their mechanical bodies fully around, ready to collide with the enemy head on.   
    Sounds of pursuit from all three Grievers quickened. Minho practically dragging me until I was able to pick up my feet from under me; pushing my body beyond its physical limits. Refusing to show any weakness as I ran. Sprinting, jolting myself to move greater than I ever have before. This was the dramatic irony of life; and I was not able to give into anything.
    Minho seemed to know exactly where he was going, as if he memorized each significant corridor after corridor. Studied every specific movement and location, watching how graceful he glided through corridor. Never pausing, as he faced a near corner, just kept running and I kept following close on his heels.
    As we rounded another corner, practically budding heads with another pursuer. Minho attempted to speak between heavy, tired breaths, "I just saw...the jolt you managed.... Back there.. to save this shanks ass... gave me an idea.... we only have to stay alive.... a little while longer." 
     Every inch of my body ached, inside and out forming with a colossal figment of pain arise within me. Every part of me screamed out to stop running. Yet, I kept going, refused to look behind be. Afraid to see the Grievers, knowing the weren't far behind us. I only hoped with whatever determination I had left; that my heart quit. 
     The corridor ended in darkness.
     I narrowed my eyes, trying to comprehend where Minho was leading us. My mind was spinning in several different directions. My stomach dropped whenever I faced an opening- the ending of the maze. Remembering the exact time, as if I was reliving the same deranged time whenever I first got locked away in the depths of these walls. After years of searching, and I find myself refacing the same end of the corridor. Nothing but empty air, and fading stars. It was a forever unsettling sight. The hole where these monsters hide away whenever dawn made its appearance, guarding anything from leaving.
    Everything about this felt... wrong. The hair on arms stood up, as my stomach winched in fear. The faint light emanating from above is made the oddity up ahead all the more apparent.
   A few feet before the end of the corridor, Minho pulled up, holding out his hand over my chest to make sure I stopped, as I glared. Pushing his arm out of my direction as I mocked, barely unable to get the words out," I don't need protecting."
    My gaze followed to where the maze opened out into the open sky. Ignoring the faint bellowing of the Grievers, as a memory flooded my mind. As though I was having déjà vu; yet still unable to match the blurryface female that often crippled recurring memories.
    I felt this feeling before, this powerful, extraordinary feeling as though I could really fly this time. As if I were a bird standing at the edge of the world about to engage in flight, and for a brief moment I felt free.