Robbie Kay / Peter Pan Imagines

The Maze (2)

I run as fast as my legs can carry me. I have no idea which direction I am running in, but I know I am running away from the terrifying Griever which is only a few meters behind me.

I am frightened, and I am sure I will die tonight. But I don't want to let it happen so I run further, deeper into the maze.

I am holding my stick firmly in my hand. I already managed to stab the Griever, but it had no effect, except for the fact that I almost had my death experience.

I keep running and take different turns, and surprisingly the Griever gets lost behind a bit.

I have to find at least a hiding place if I can't manage to run away from him, but there are no damn hiding places here.

Except..

Maybe there is a chance behind the bush of leaves on the walls. There could be a slight chance.

I look around on the walls and when I take my third turn around the corner I see a good amount of leaves to hide behind.

The Griever may be 10 seconds away from me, so I don't hesitate and run up to the wall. I grab the bush of leaves and place them all over me.

I am scared and totally not convinced that it'll help. I want to run further, sure this is a bad plan, but then I notice my foot isn't touching any wall behind me.

I notice that there's free space at the bottom of the wall, enough for me to hide in.

I immediately crunch down and push myself into the free space. As I silently wait the Griever comes running into the small hall of the maze.

I automatically stop breathing, scared for my own life. I'm still holding the stick in my hand. My heart is almost jumping out of my chest.

The Griever starts slowing down and it looks like it's examining the place. Slowly it gets closer to me, it's nerve-wrecking.

I can die because of this. I can die because of my fear rushing through my body.

The Griever suddenly stops, right in front of me.

I almost whimper of fear, but I control myself and force myself to stay quiet.

Suddenly there's a shriek through the maze, which is obviously of another Griever.

The one in front of me darts off towards the sound and I can think about only one thing.

The Boys.

I don't know what I am thinking but I am following the shrieks in the maze, I am following those damn creatures which can infect me in a matter of seconds.

Still I am risking my own life for those stupid gladers.

I am out of breath, but I am so terrified for the lives of my friends that I keep running, even for Robbie.

The shrieks get louder and louder. When I think I am almost there, I am not wrong.

I take a turn and suddenly I see Robbie running away from a Griever, the opposite side of mine.

I want to shout, to take the Griever's attention, but I get grabbed from behind and the person covers my mouth as they drag me behind a wall.

I want to struggle against the grip, but I stop when I hear the familiar voice of Peter.

"It's me," he says. I stop struggling for a second. He takes his hand off of my mouth, but doesn't let me go.

"Let go of me, Robbie is in danger!" I hiss.

"That's suicide, Y/N," Peter says as he grabs me tighter. "We don't want you to die, you weren't supposed to run into the maze in the first place," he says with concern.