The First (The Maze Runner Fanfic)

Part 1: Chapter 5

Rhianna

I smirk, it was time to have some fun.

My bare feet were now planted firmly on the cracked concrete as I leapt from wall to wall, following the teens closely, but quietly, occasionally emitting a soft laugh at Minho's grumbling and irritating whining about how I 'bully' him.

Bitch what?

Minho suddenly stops, causing his blonde friend to stumble into his back and then send them both crashing onto the concrete floor.

I attempt to stifle a laugh, but that was an understatement as I chuckle loudly at the two embarassed teens that clamber quickly to their feet, Minho glancing around him like a predator search for his prey.

My breath hitches in my throat as I quickly sink to my stomach in a press-up position, hidden from the Gladers' sight.

"You heard that right?" Minho asks, his deep, American accent filling the silence.

"Heard what?" Newt sighs. There is a moment of silence before a couple of shuffles and then a harsh whisper. "What the bloody hell, Minho?"

"Shh." Minho hisses, "we need to lure her in, keep quiet."

It takes all of my strength in that moment to stifle the laughter that was threatening to burst out, as I expertly clamber from the wall top and onto the floor below, behind the wall that the boys were hiding near.

My foot catches a piece if the vine, and I tumble to the floor, thankfully out of sight, my hand slicing open on a sharp piece of rock. I swallow my cry of pain, and jump to my feet once again, a new plan forming in my mind.

Ignoring the whispers of the teens behind the wall, I begin to collect the small pieces of the maze walls into a pile, that I carefully carry up the vines and out of site atop the stone maze.

I swallow nervously in anticaption of the prank I was about to play, as I roll the stone in my hand, before pulling back my arm in one swift movement and pelting it at the gladers below me.

"Ow!" Minho cries out as the stone makes contact with his large frame, "what the hell shuckface? Why are you throwing stones at me?"

"It wasn't me!" Newt cries out, as I throw another pebble, hitting him on the arm and another to Minho's forehead.

Minho grunts in pain as I throw pebble after pebble at, mostly, him, creating dark bruises all over his skin.

"What the shuck!" Minho cries out, attempting to nurse his bruises and red marks as they quickly flee the scene, hundreds of pebbles all over the floor.

"It could've been another glader." Newt suggests as he runs behind Minho, a couple of bruises lining his arms. "Y'know just a bloody prank."

Minho freezes in his tracks, "Y'know what I think." He glares up at the wall, "I think it was the girl!"

Newt sighs, rubbing his forehead as they continue to run through the maze and then back into the glade before the doors close.