Teen Wolf X Maze Runner

Chapter 5

*Stiles POV*
I felt Newt's fingers brush against my back as I squeezed through the maze doors. I fell into the maze just as the doors closed. I looked up at Minho. He was gasping for air.

"Good job, you just killed your self."

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Minho and I were pulling a vine, slowly lifting  Alby onto a maze wall. I was struggling to keep pulling him up. I could hear the sound of grievers near by. I could tell Minho was beginning to get nervous, "We have to run!" He told me.

"Just a little higher!" I said back to him. After about 30 more seconds Minho said, "Sorry Stiles, your on your own." Then he let go on the vine, causing me to fly forward, and almost let go. "Minho wait!" I yelled to him. But he was already gone. I pulled up the vine, and tied the end, leaving Alby hanging up there.

I wondered what he would do if he woke up and found himself hanging from a vine in the middle of the night. I smiled at the thought. I stopped smiling the second I heard the clicks of the griever, I looked around and saw one coming towards me. I quickly climbed up a vine and hung there hoping the griever wouldn't get me. All I could do was wait.

After hanging up on the vine aimlessly for about what felt like an hour, the griever was still sitting under me, waiting. Suddenly, I heard a quiet snap, at first I thought was the griever finally walking away, but the grievers don't make a snapping sound.

Then I heard another snap, but it was louder this time. I looked around for what could be making the noise, then I realized it was the vine. It was breaking.

I looked around for another vine to grab onto, but none of them seemed sturdy enough to carry my weight. Another snap. I was panicking, a lot. I guess this is how I'm gonna die, I've survived the nogitsonine, the beast, and dread doctors, and I'm getting murder by a giant robotic spider, I thought.

Then, I braced myself for the last snap, the snap that would cause me to fall to my death. Then, it happened.

Snap.

Suddenly I was falling, fast. I saw the walls and vines rush past me, I shut my eyes, then I landed with a thump. I opened my eyes. I'm not dead? I thought. I realized what had happened, I landed on the grieves leg, and broke it?

How is it possible, that I broke through metal? I didn't have time to think about that, the griever had fallen, so I took it to my advantage and ran for my life. Suddenly, I let out a scream, when I smacked into something.

At first I thought it was a griever, but I was relived when I saw Minho standing in front of me. "Dumb shank." He mumbled, with a small smirk on his face.  I rolled my eyes, and opened my mouth to say some snarky comment back, then we heard the clicks of the grievers once again.

We both looked at each other and started running, I was surprised how fast I could run, when there was killing machine trailing behind me. I followed Minho and trusted he knew where he was going. He is a runner after all. But just in case I memorized where we where going, left, right, left, left, right, left, right, right.

When Minho stopped running I looked up and saw a type of large door way leading into darkness. A griever appeared into view and began walking towards us. Minho gave me a knowing look, we both knew what to do. "One," Minho started, breathe in, "Two," breathe out, the griever was less than 2 feet away, when Minho yelled, "Three!"

We both ran out of the way of the griever, just as it lunged at us. I watched it as it tumbled down the hole and disappear. From that day on I decided to call it the griever hole.

Minho put his hands on his knees to catch his breath. I slid down the maze wall, it was all too much for me to handle. I was surprised I went through all that without having a panic attack. I put my head in my hands and felt tears make their way down my face.

Minho would probably go back to the glade and tease me for crying. But I was surprised when I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Minho sitting in front of me on the maze floor. I wanted to say something, so I said the only thing that was on my mind, "I wanna go home."

*Newt POV*
All the gladers stood in front of the maze doors waiting for it to open. Everyone knew they weren't coming back, but still had a small sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, they had survived.

The maze door began to rumble, and opened up. When the doors were fully open, we all stood there, for about 5 minutes in silence. Then, I couldn't take it anymore, they were dead. "Told you Chuck, their not coming back." I said.

I began to walk away from the doors. Soon all the gladers followed my actions, except Chuck. I wasn't that far away from the doors, when Chuck yelled, "Guys look!" I turned around and saw them, Minho and Stiles, carrying Alby on their shoulders. I ran back to Chuck, as fast as my limp would take me, along with the other gladers. Everyone began cheering them on.

*Stiles POV*
With the gladers cheering, Minho and I made it out of the maze, and handed Alby's limp body to the nearest gladers. Minho and I both collapsed onto the floor. Newt walked up to us and smiled. I looked up at him and he said, "Bloody idiot." Specifically to me. I cracked a smile, and Minho gave a weak laughed. "Ok you two, go get some rest, you've had a long night." Newt said. Minho and I both got up and rushed away gratefully to get some sleep.

*Newt POV*
"Hey Newt!" Frypan yelled to me. I walked over to him, "Whats wrong?" I asked. I was now in charge since Alby had gotten stung. "Look." He said. I looked at what he was pointing at, it was a WCKD sign.

"So? These are all over the glade." I said. "No look." He said. He pointed to a small writing at the bottom of the sign. What three things can not long be hidden? The sun, the moon, the truth. I just stared at the writing, trying to figure out what it meant, then I had an idea. "Go get Stiles." I said. "Why?" Frypan asked me. "This might be something from his past."

*Stiles POV*
The griever was close behind me. I could hear the clicks of it getting louder. I desperately pushed myself to run faster. I turned a corner and reached a dead end. The grievers pace slowed down and it slowly walked towards me. As if teasing me. Then, it retracted it's stinger and...

"Stiles!" I was jerked awake. I opened my eyes and saw Minho standing above me. "What?" I said groggily. "You need to come, right now." Minho said. He sounded urgent. I quickly got to my feet and followed