The Truth Behind it All - MAZE RUNNER FAN FIC

Chapter Six

As the hours went by, things got worse. Thomas's plan was going ahead for anyone that wanted to participate. There were only a few Gladers that decided to stay behind, I was almost one of them. I decided I was being stupid and stayed by Thomas's side, for everything we had been through an done for each other, I owed him at least that. Everything before we left the Glade is a blur, the preparation for our crazy adventure fuzzy. I remember running near Thomas, he was keeping Teresa and Chuck very close, protecting them, looking after them, keeping an eye on them, focusing on them. He wasn't thinking about me at all, I could see that now. He didn't care about me anymore. I was just a soldier in his army now, running towards what could be a way out of the maze but could also be heading straight to a disgusting, inevitable, unescapable death.

I ran with the group until we heard them. Loud as ever. We stopped immediately and Minho looked around the corner. Whispers were sent like a wave through the group from the front. Every, single, Griever was just around the corner guarding the Griever Hole. We stood there for a while. Alby and some others were talking up the very front. Suddenly Alby ran and the Grievers noise grew 10 times louder, and I heard Alby's screams. He was gone, torn apart and taken by Grievers. Suddenly they appeared behind us. We were surrounded. But neither group of Griever were moving.

Suddenly Thomas, Chuck and Teresa all ran up the front. Everyone else started running, slashing, hitting and attacking the Grievers as they did, making a path for the three I cared so much about. I ran at least 20 metres behind them, ignoring the fact I was supposed to be attacking Grievers, running the same pace they were, I was going to keep them safe. A peronal, undercover bodyguard if you like. My feet hit the ground in a rhythm identical to theirs. Suddenly a Griever jumped out just in front of me and went after the three. I ran faster and jumped on its back, slicing its head open with my weapon and stabbing it until it fell to the ground, defeated, lifeless, dead. I jumped off and ran after them, fast as I could. My heart was pounding, my face burning, my ribs in pain but I ran. I ran because I care about those three, Thomas, Teresa and Chuck. The only friends I could remember, the only ones I remember ever having. Suddenly they disappeared and I was standing in front of a huge black hole. I turned and saw 5 Grievers running towards me. I turned towards the terrifying darkness, closed my eyes and jumped.

Next thing I know, I am on the ground and someone is yelling at me. I vaguely see someone yelling at me but I ignore them. I stand, slowly, and take a few steps forward, swaying side to side as the world spun. I turned and another Griever appeared. I sliced it's face, stabbed it's back repeatedly. Anything that didn't make a whirring noise or a hard scrape of metal noise when I hit it, I stabbed. It dropped to the ground, dead. I walked a few paces away from it, disoriented and dizzy, when I felt someones arm under me. They helped me over to a wall and sat me down. I vaguely heard someone talking but it sounded like I was under water, I couldn't understand anything. Suddenly, I blacked out.