Then She Came

Maya 7

I rip myself out of his arms and burst through the closing walls, tears running down my cheeks. Once I get to the other side, I see Newt looking at me, his eyes holding tears. 

"See you soon," I whisper. More for myself than for him. He wouldn't be able to hear me anyways. 

But it wasn't until the Maze had closed in my face that I had realized I would die tonight. All sound from the other side is shut out. I hear nothing but the wind whistling through the giant stone walls. 

There isn't any coming out of this. I won't be able to sit on a porch in an old wickered armchair with my friends surrounding me as we watch out grandchildren play under the setting sky. There will be no finding a way out of the maze, instead, I will die in it. Alone, not surrounded by friends, not a white-haired and wrinkly old grandma. 

"Elle?" I ask quietly, not wanting to attract attention to myself. Nothing responds to me, no blonde haired girl in sight. I don't know what to do, where to go. The thick green vines on the wall nag at the back of my mind. But what can I do with them? 

I don't know if I am strong enough to climb up them. Besides, where would I go from there? 

I decide that it is better than running. I might get lost. I walk over to the vines and pull on them slightly, they don't fall. So I place a foot on the wall and attempt at pulling myself up. Instead, I find myself on the ground with searing pain on the palms of my hands. 

I try again, again, again, and again and every single time, I find myself with bloodied hands and a bruised butt. 

I want to scream as I try again, my arms are sore and aching. But I finally manage to pull myself up, I keep going. Ignoring the constant pain in my hands and arms. Ignoring the soreness of my legs. Soon, I am fifteen feet in the air with tears streaming down my face as I bite my lip to the point it bleeds. 

I wrapped a vine tightly around my middle and grip other vines around me, I let myself rest. My eyes feel heavy with sleep and I close them for a second, just a second.

When I opened my eyes again it was pitch black, I can't see anything in front of me. I find out that I am still hanging in the vines and sigh a breath of relief but it soon turns to dread as I hear this whirring and clicking sound coming from my right. I freeze, trying to quiet my breath as metal clunks on concrete. 

I can't see it, but I can hear it. A griever creeps along slowly below me, whirring and clicking, clanking, clashing. I shut my eyes tightly, hoping it will go away. 

The sound stops and my heart drops into my stomach. It feels like it is right below me. I don't hear anything for almost a minute and I almost let myself think that it has wandered away. 

Except I know it hasn't. 

I nearly scream when I feel the wall start to shake. The griever is climbing the fricken wall. 

My hands fumbled with the vines that I had knotted around my waist as I attempt to get away or climb higher. 

I don't think about grabbing onto a vine as soon as I have the knot untied. Instead, I plummet downwards to smack right onto the whirring, clicking machine. I screamed as I see the glint of metal and a syringe stretching towards me. 

That's it. I'm toast. I try to scramble off of it but my shirt gets snagged on a metal spike that punctures my skin.

But suddenly, a cold hand grabbed my arm and I am pulled right off of the griever. The hand pulls me across the cement, setting off at a run.

"Eleanor?"  I asked as I see moonlight catch blonde hair.  

"Hey!" She said cheerily like this is something she does every night. 

"Why in the world would you run out here right before the doors close? I gasped, trying to catch my breath as I heard the thundering of metal legs behind me. We were being pursued. 

She doesn't answer me and I began to get mad. I should have been mad when I first entered the maze.

"What is wrong with you?" I screamed as we hurtle around a corner.

"I don't know! I felt this weird feeling in my stomach urging me to come out here. I didn't know you would follow me!" I know I don't believe her. I don't want to believe her. Whatever she was feeling had to be curiosity. But she knows the rules. She knows the klunking rules. 

Eleanor's tug on my arm pulled me back to reality as we hurled around another corner. My hands still sting, my torso is sore from holding me up. I am in no. position to run like my life depends on it, but it does. Cause there is a shucking griever right behind me. 

My foot snagged on a vine along the floor and that's it. I went face first down to the floor and feel pain explode through my right arm, which had tried to stop my fall. 

Eleanor kept running. She didn't look back. She didn't bend down to grab me. 

She just left me alone again.

I felt tears form in the corners of my eyes as I crawled back to my feet. The griever is now just a few feet behind me when I sprinted off again, trying to follow Eleanor. 

"No, no, no," I mumbled as I ran through this ungodly maze. My arm dangles limply at my side, from the pain I am feeling, it's broken. Definitely broken. I clenched my jaw and brought my left hand up to under my right eye to rub blood away, causing a cut to sting. I didn't even know it was there.

I lost sight of Elle, she was able to get away while it feels like I have been running for hours on end. I have slowed down a lot and suddenly, I find myself in front of the doors again. I launched towards them and smiled as I start to see the slightest bit of sunshine. I looked behind me to see the griever right there, slowly creeping towards me. Metal syringe arm thing pointed out.  I screamed and pressed my back against the wall. 

I was so close. So, so close. But it was just bad timing. 

I was going to die. 

 But then, as the sun fell onto it's back, it scurried away. Shrieking like it was burning.  I heard a rumble in the doors and they start to vibrate.

I made it. I made it. I made it.

It must have run through my head a million times. 

I felt light headed and feverish as I took a step forwards. The whole population of the glade was on the other side, staring at me with awe. 

My eyes found Newt and my promise rang in my ears. I don't think I have ever been as happy to see him I was then. 

His name forms on my lips as I took a step forwards. 

Then all I saw was darkness.

AHHHHHHH
So what the heck happened to Eleanor? Where'd she go? 
Thanks for the 500 reads, by the way. It makes me so happy seeing people actually read my crapy work.