I was facing the doors when I heard it.
A loud screeching echoing from somewhere inside the Maze.
Grievers.
A voice suggested for me. It sent shivers down my spine and I involuntarily shuddered. The air in the Maze seemed to get thicker and it was hard to breath.
I turned to face the first path into the labyrinth and I began to run.
My mind seemed to be wired for running in the Maze because I could remember the path I took like it was spray painted on the ground as I ran past.
Like before, I heard a loud screeching and I stopped cold. It was close.
I looked behind me to see a large shadow drop down from the wall and my breath hitched. I don't think it had seen my yet but even so, if I moved to much or to fast, it would see me and then I would be definitely dead.
It didn't see me and it turned and scuttled down another path. I let out my breath and looked around me for somewhere I could hide until I was absolutely sure it was gone.
There was a lot of ivy on the section in front of me and I could just see underneath it, a small shelf underneath the wall.
I struggled to get through the thick wall of ivy and I grunted loudly. I heard a screech nearby and I stopped cold.
Goddamn it Ravyn.
I managed to get through and I got in the small hideout just in time to hear whirring and clicking. A set of legs stopped in front of my hiding spot and I covered my mouth with my hands to make sure I was quiet enough that it couldn't hear me there.
The legs were glinting in the moonlight and that's when I realised they were mechanical. As it walked past, whirring and clicking as it went, a blob of something landed on the ground. It continued to walk past and I waited another minute before coming out of my hiding spot.
I lent down next to the blob and saw that it was some kind of goo.
I stood up again. Maybe it was for keeping its joints from getting too creaky and stiffening up.
I began to run again and I heard the whirring get closer. I turned around and saw a Griever chasing me in the shadows. I ran faster. It was fast. Really fast.
I was still unconsciously mapping my route back to the Glade and I wasn't watching where I was going. I led my self to a dead end. I looked around quickly.
There was a large wall of ivy to my left and I ran for it. I began climbing as fast as I could and the Griever crashed into the wall. It was momentarily stunned and I used that short amount of time to propel myself slightly higher up the wall. Its metal arms sunk into the wall either side of me with a crack. It fell down again.
There was a ledge I could reach if I was slightly higher so I cdid my best to climb with the Griever literally at my heels.
I made it to the ledge and I stood on top of it. I looked up and saw the Glade, it was dark and I could see small figures walking about, proabably getting ready for bed.
I heard gears moving and I looked behind me to see the Griever slowly making its way up the wall but that wasn't what was making the sound. The wall I was standing on was moving. The Maze was moving.
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More than 4 Walls (The Maze Runner)
FanfictionCreated on Wednesday the 1st of October, 2014. Completed on the 7th of October, 2014 What if Teresa died in the maze before Thomas could do anything to figure out what to do to get them out? What if W.I.C.K.E.D had a plan b? Ravyn is their back u...