The First (The Maze Runner Fanfic)

Part 1: Chapter 6

Rhianna

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

The sky begins to grow dark and the sweltering heat dissipates into a cold breeze and I begin to long for more clothes, the clothes I surrendered to a small glader I met years and years ago.

"So do you have a nickname?" The teen asks, his cropped, dark hair outlining his face perfectly.

"No its just Rihanna." I smile, but then swallowing nervously as we both glance at the darkening sky above us, "shouldn't you be getting back to the glade?"

"We need nicknames, I like you." He grins sending chills up my spine, before adding, "but no, not tonight, I'm staying the night, Alby and I want to get out of this concrete shithole so I'm going to find a way."

"Well thank you, Nick, you're not so bad yourself." I laugh, the dark, lonliness of the night seeming less ominous, before I too, add "we should get going and find our way out then, I'll help you if you wanted?"

He chuckles, a sound so happy that it was almost rare, before he nods, "Id love it if you helped."

My heart swells for the teen, as we both begin to run the maze, unaware of the danger that awaited us around the corner.

And Nick, one of the first gladers, passed away that night in my arms, the only glader that knew about my existence in the maze. He was too kind to be taken, too adventurous, and the only one that had the maze figured out and he was gone. We were so close to freedom and it was ripped from us.

And all these years later, we still search for the way out.

Newt

The plan was coming together.

Obviously I didn't agree to this, the girl was happy in the maze but I wasnt the leader, and the gladers wanted a female around, so with fifty odd gladers voting yes, my vote of no stood no chance.

There was a banquet table filled with various foods in the middle of the glade, it seemed completely stupid, but if the girl was as hungry as Minho had described, she wouldn't resist.

The gladers would be on alert, a thin string running along the length and width of the table attached to several dangling saucepans that would clatter on impact to the string and then the gladers would wake and capture the poor girl for investigation on her knowledge of the maze.

This knowledge would be useful, but I, obviously, believed there was alternative ways to gain this.

Rihanna

The glade was eerily silent, the usually rowdy teens heading off to their beds earlier.

In the middle of the vast glade, a long table perched, benches crafted to match the design and top the table, huge bowls of food and jugs of drink rested, tempting me to try some, my stomach empty from the lack of food once again.

The boys were planning a feast, and there was alot of food, enough for me if I stole some, they wouldn't notice.

I begin to clamber from the rough concrete walls, sliding down the vines before my bare feet touch the soft, wey grass of the glade, my stomach grumbles as I silently approach the table, ignoring a long piece of string along the floor, and quickly stuffing my runners pack with enough to last a couple of days.

But a loud voice stops me in my tracks, fear coursing through my veins, "hey! Wait!"

It was the blonde boy, outstretching his hand towards my curvy frame, attempting to calm my nerves.

Lights flood in from all directions as the runners pack falls from my hand, "thats her?"

"Yeah, Newt, thats the little shuckface."