AN. HI, THIS IS MY NEW STORY AND MY FIRST MAZE RUNNER FAN FICTION. I LOVE THE FILM AND I'M CURRENTLY READING THROUGH THE BOOK SO SOME THINGS WILL BE BASED ON THE FILM AND SOME ON THE BOOK.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the maze runner, or any of it plotlines, characters, monsters, places or virus'. I only own my OC Ada, named after 19th Century Mathematician Ada Lovelace, and her plotline and background.

Prologue

My heart raced as I ran. I could hear the whirling mechanical noise that could only come from a Griever but I couldn't risk looking back in case I slowed down or tripped over or run into a moving wall. My bare feet made a slapping noise as they bounded against the floor, getting slicker and slicker with griever slime as I ran. I quickly dashed left as the passage straight ahead, that I had been planning to take, closed in front of me. I was running as fast as my legs could take me, the whirling noise was getting fainter but I just couldn't risk stopping to check or take a breather.

I came to a crossroads, I went to turn right. I wanted to stay in the inner ring of the maze and the left turning would lead me in the direction of the outer ring. My momentum stopped as my heart leapt. Right in front of me at the other end of the corridor on the right turn was a griever and it was staring right at me, in the same way Gally stares at his food.

I turned and ran into the left corridor, going through the internal map that I had in my mind. There were other ways that I could use to stay on the inside ring from where I was running, right had just been the easiest. I went to take the next left but there was a griever at the end of that corridor too. I risked a glance back at where I came from, that griever was still there. I couldn't believe my luck, I have ran the maze for three years alongside Minho and we'd never seen a single griever and one night in the maze, I've seen four.

The first griever ran after Thomas when he suggested we split up, after all a Griever can't split in two to follow both of us. The second had found me almost as soon as I'd left Thomas. It had snuck up on me, so I made a split second decision to grab my shoes from my feet and throw them at it. It gave me a head start and I presume as it was no longer following me that I'd lost it. And now I had two blocking the way I wanted to go. As I make yet another right turn, leading me closer to the outer ring, I made a prayer that even if I don't make it I hope Thomas, Minho and Alby were going to make it till the doors open in the morning.

My feet slipped as I turned around the corner to the centre ring, the only section of the maze where you can run through all eight sections in one go. I wobbled but managed to keep my balance. I risked a glance, both of the grievers were still following me as I sprinted along the only open stretch of the maze and into the blades of section 1. I paused slightly at the sight of the blades. They were moving, faster than the walls in the maze. They weren't changing in any recognisable pattern, if I went in I could end up getting trapped inside with a griever. The whirling noise made me spin round to look the way I came. The two grievers that had been following me had become three and they were closing in. I made another split second decision and ran into the blades. I stood more chance in them than out of them.

I could feel my heart hammering as I ran left, right, right, left, right, left, left, to avoid the changing blades. I'd lost sight of the grievers in the blades but I could still hear them so I kept running and turning. My quickly created plan was to trick the grievers into the blades then run back out and into the inner section of the maze, but the quickly changing blades that seemed to follow no pattern or even resemble the path that Minho and I had mapped in them, meant that I had quickly lost my sense of direction. I couldn't tell which way was the way back to the inner ring and which way would take me to the edge, a dead end.

I caught sight of a griever at the same time it spotted me and I quickly dashed left as a blade changed, blocking it out. Or blocking me out. The blade I'd ran to was an outer blade, but instead of finding the outer wall as I'd been expecting there was a passageway. In the three years that I'd been running the maze, I'd never seen it and Minho had never said anything about it so I presume he hadn't seen it either. I glance back, the blades were blocking anything else from coming through, for now. I walked forward in the large concrete globe like room. It had the letters W.C.K.D imprinted in big red capital letters on the wall. The passage or walkway was like a bridge. It had two edges. I walked to one side and looked down. It was so dark that I couldn't see if there was a bottom to it. I looked forward again. In the wall in front was a hole that the walkway went into, like a tunnel. I walked towards it and saw that at the far end was a circular hole that seemed have nothing in it and seemed to be a dead end. It was a dead end.

I took a deep breath and ran back to the blades, if this was a dead end I'd rather face a griever out in the blades then get stuck with on in here. I ran out of the new corridor, and waited in the rather large space between the corridor and the closest blade, ready for when the next blade changed so I could run out. The blade changed but instead of an empty corridor like I was hoping for, a griever stood there, blocking my only exit.

My mind worked on its own as I turned to run, but I wasn't quick enough. I screamed as a claw grabbed me over my shoulders and around my left side. It pulled me back and into the air. And suddenly the claw was gone but I was still flying through the air. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my back as I collided with something, my breathe knocked out of me. I dropped onto the floor with a thud. Everything went black.

AN: THANKS FOR READING. This was short, I'd admit but I only wanted it to be a taste of what is to come. Hope you enjoyed it.