Disclaimer: I do not own The Maze Runner Trilogy or Warriors.


BOOM. HISS. SPLAT. CRACKLE. Those were the sounds all the Thunder Chasers heard. They ran on, eyes glazed from lack of water and the millions of thoughts that ran throughout their minds.

BOOM. BA-BA-BA-BOOM. HISS. Still they ran on, legs pumping adrenaline, shoes pounding on the worn black track.

BANG! And, even if this sound was nothing as frightening as the rest, they all, one by one, turned tail and fled.

Except one.

He ran on, confused, worried, but curious.

BAM! Still, he ran. And ran. And ran.

And in front of him, was the Thunder Dragon. Eyes like glowing amber orbs of greed and power. Rock-hard scales the color of the fiery sun. Huge wings slowly flapping up and down and spraying dust into his eyes. Rows of ivory-colored, sharp teeth. And it roared. And the sound echoed throughout the dead woodland trees.

And then there was black.

Red and yellow, exploding into darkness.

But anyways, it was black.

Black as the night, black as the shadows that stalk the Pines.

Black.

That was the story of Flash.

Spark's brother. Stitch's cousin.

Another dead to the Thunder Dragon.

The Dragon that terrorized the woods.

The Dragon that terrorized the Thunder Chasers.