Hey ooooh! First story, feel free to send hate, I don't care, reviews are exciting no mater what. This is a mix between the movie and the books depending on what worked best with my story. I should mention that the below chapter is just an introduction, my actual story takes place three years later with Newt, Alby, Minho and the others. Just a heads up :P Please review, I love you. (Iloveyou) ((review)) (((iloveyou)))
Subject A0
The Maze was quiet and fresh, its ground smooth, its walls bare, a huge mass of shining metal and new concrete. In the centre was a patch of green, a living flag marking the focal point of the experiment. Saplings and adolescent trees rose to form the beginnings of a fledgling forest, and young grass shoots reached out of the warm dirt. There was no sound other than the wind shuffling the green leaves and exploring the twists and turns of the Maze. The whole structure was illuminated by waning sunlight, weakening as the sun dipped low towards the west wall.
Before it began to disappear, a large blaring alarm tore through the glade, echoing along the Maze and making insects freeze in their tracks and retreat into holes. The sound travelled deep into the Maze, carried far by the lack of any other noise. It reached something that it had not encountered before; it was not a wall of the Maze, or a concrete path. It was not a sapling, or a tree, or grass, or wind. The sound awoke something quite unlike anything else in the Maze. The sound awoke a Griever.
It had been frozen in its sleeping place where it had stopped purposeless previously that day. It clicked as the sound registered in its mechanical mind, a sound it had never heard before but somehow knew what it meant.
Find, it thought. Find, find.
As the alarm faded, the Griever's legs twitching to life, its sharp metal limbs clacked and sparked down the concrete alleys, a single thought driving it towards the noise. Find, find, find.
Another noise, also unfamiliar, yet wonderfully promising replaced the sudden void left by the disappearance of the alarm. A voice crying, screaming for help, and feet scuffling against the Maze floor turned the Griever's thoughts wild. Its pace increased, excitement forcing ugly whirrs and clicks from its body as it scoured the Maze towards its first prey.
Find! It thought as it ran, Find! Find!
Then it stopped. Ahead, the small form stopped too. The Griever assessed the body in front of it with delicacy, taking in the pumping blood under its skin, the wide eyes and heavy breathing, and the long hair and small feet. The girl's face registered in its computer and the identification Subject A0: Rosa arose on a screen far away, lighting up someone's face as they watched the scene unfold with their colleagues.
The Griever observed as the girl turned and began to run, its thoughts changing with an exhilarating menace that drove it forward in full sprint after her.
Hunt, it thought, leaping up onto a ledge and taking a short cut that landed it in front of the girl's path. Hunt. Hunt.
Rosa scrambled to a stop as the Griever fell heavily in front of her and with tears streaming down her face, took a sharp left down a side route and kept running. The Griever followed, screaming its thoughts aloud in a monstrous cross between deep animalistic growls and low mechanical clicks.
HUNT! The Griever leapt across a chasm and down the side of a wall, closing in on the girl from the east.
HUNT! It was herding her into what it somehow knew would be a dead end, its knowledge of the Maze as perfect and fresh as the computer in its body telling it everything it needed to know.
HUNT! The girl skidded to a stop as she realised what had happened, loud wrenching sobs tearing from her throat as she turned to face the monster chasing her. The Griever approached her, its stinger outstretched, thoughts changing once again, right before the words deceased were typed next to Subject A0, and a red line appeared across the girl's photograph on the far away screen.
Kill, thought the Griever as it lunged forward.
Kill.