Whirlwind | The Maze Runner- Newt

The Grivers Are Players

No, he didn't.

He jumped because he didn't want to live.

I am jumping because I have to live.

I closed my eyes and jumped off. A searing pain rushes from my ankle, temporarily rendering me unable to move. I landed wrong and twisted my ankle.

Fuck

The Grievers' is just there. It is there. It is staring at us.

"Adelaide, we gotta run!", Thomas pulls me up and runs. I run to the other side, Thomas trailing behind. I keep sprinting, adrenaline taking over my pain.

An ear-splitting screech sounds behind us and my steps falters. Thomas grabs my wrist and pulls me forward. I look over my shoulder.

There it is, far from us, but still close. It is too difficult to describe a Griever. It looks like a mechanical experiment gone wrong. Horribly. It is somewhat like a slug and a spider, with slime, goo covering from its body. Metal legs jutted out of its body at every interval.

We take a turn and Thomas pulls me to a wall and hid us under vines. I look at Thomas and he intertwine his hand with mine.

The metal screech is closer. The metal clangs are louder. It is closer to us, coming for us slowly as if mocking us. I screw my eyes shut and my breath quicken, panic rising my chest, tears trailing down my cheeks.

It's gooey smell hit my nostrils. I can see it. It's mechanical arms stuck out, each with different purpose. There are claws, metal lights and needles. I swear it has saw a chainsaw too.

What the actual fuck is this? How can the Creators be so fucking jacked in the head to create this?

I don't dare move, even when I am in an uncomfortable position with Thomas behind my back, I am practically sitting on his laps, my head twisted over his shoulder. My ankle feels like it is on fire. I bit my tongue, drawing out blood to stop me from crying out in pain.

It suddenly gives a loud screech and I would've screamed, if Thomas didn't slap his palm on my mouth.The corridor lights up and I scramble back further into Thomas as the light is almost reaching us. I have realized that the Grievers are blind. They actually are depended on the lights to see us. More like, scan us.

The lights suddenly goes off and it slowly walks away from us.

I feel Thomas relax behind me.

We wait.

Seconds.

Minutes.

"Should we go?" I whisper. We can't hide in one place for long. Thomas hesitantly nods.

I scramble out and wobbly stand up. Thomas stands beside me too.

"Run!" Thomas yells at my ears. I gasp audibly and run, without knowing why. I look back. The Griver is fucking playing with us. It is just waiting for us to come out.

Fuckers.

I run till I almost match Thomas' pace.

I am too late.

I don't see the claw coming for me until I am directly over me. I yelp in surprise and tumble right, slamming onto Thomas. We both fall down.

The Griever's red eyes bore into mine as I feel Thomas pull me up. Suddenly I snap. I involuntarily reach my arrow, pull it on the string, aiming it on its metal light scanner, I shoot it.

It broke.

I pull out another now and aim at its eye.

Hit.

It let out a large scream and I run.

We round a corner. And another. We run without knowing where we are going.

Left. Right. Left. Left. Right. Right. A long corridor. The tumbling of the Griever doesn't fade but it isn't close to us either. We maintain a steady balance between loosing and winning.

My sides pains and my breath falters. I know I won't last long.

Maybe I should stop fighting and be done with it

Al least one of us should be able to live.

We turn right from the corridor and are abruptly forced to stop, out hearts beating madly.

Three Grievers. Together. Rolling towards us, coming for us.

We are trapped.

We are dead.

NEWT

Stan told me to sleep. He said that I had to be strong. Well, that was after he yelled at me for breaking my fist. Well, it hurt like hell, but what I felt inside is worse.

How could I sleep? How? Knowing that Addie is probably being torn into pieces by the Grievers? Knowing that Minho is being stung? Knowing that Tommy is being trampled by them? Alby was definitely already dead. How could I sleep? How?

I am in my room. Staring at the ceiling.

First I was mad at the Creators.

Then I was mad at myself. I should have gone to save her. It should have been me over there instead of her.

Now I am mad at her. She shouldn't have begged to be a Runner. Why did she have to fight so bad to be a Runner? It is her fault that she's dead.

I cried.

I am crying.

And I know that I will keep crying.

I'm alone.

I'm again alone.

Why am I always being left alone?

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