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Prologue
As Thomas turned to leave his name on the wall like every other glader, he noticed one name that stuck out to him. "Hunter" it said. But Thomas was sure he had never met anyone still in the glade that went by that name, and it wasn't crossed out to signify that he had died. No, instead, it was circled.
"Hey Alby," Thomas called over his shoulder. "Who's Hunter?" Alby sighed, and rubbed his forehead. "Hunter was the first." Thomas was visibly confused by this information. "Well, what happened to him? Why is his name circled?"
Alby sighed once more. This greenie was more curious than others, and it was wearing his patience thin. "Listen shuckface, no one knows what happened to him. All we know is that when the new greenie showed up, no one was around. We all just assumed that he went into the maze. And no one survives a night in the maze."
Thomas was growing tired of hearing this phrase constantly. "But–" "No more "buts" greenie. Now mark your name on that shucking wall before I kick your ass." Thomas complied with his wishes, but he couldn't help himself as he glanced back up at that name.
Unknown to them, a lone figure stood atop the maze, draped in all black, gazing down on the glade. No one noticed the person. They never did. He jumped down into the maze, grabbing ahold of the vines as he did so, and slid down the wall. Then, he ran off into the twisting corridors of the deadly thing, being sure to avoid any runners that would be out mapping the sections.
He had lived in the maze for three years, memorizing every twist and turn, every dead end, every crack in the wall. At night, he hid from those awful monsters that every one seemed to call "Grievers". He only ventured back into the glade when absolutely necessary, whether it be to restock on food and water, or to gather new weapons. But no one ever caught him. Turning another corner, the figure disappeared further into the maze.
Later that day, the being started to approach the front area of the maze, so he quickly grabbed hold of one of the vines that stretched from the bottom to the top, and after testing its durability, he climbed his way up the wall. Once he reached the top, he went into a somewhat crouched position as he ran on top of the maze. All of a sudden, he heard screams. Those were a sound he had unfortunately knew all too well. They were pleas of mercy, coming from a glader who, no doubt, was being banished. Most likely because he had been stung, and was therefore a liability to the other members of the glade.
He ran to the very front of the maze, making sure he was not seen, and watched the unpleasant even as the sun began to set. The boy's hands were tied behind his head, with every glader surrounding him hold poles to push him into the maze. A boy, who the figure recognized as the Keeper of the Runners, walked up behind him and cut the rope, causing him to fall forward on his hands and knees gasping for breath.
The Keeper proceeded to walk forward to the edge of the entrance of the maze, and upon further notice, appeared to hold a bag that contained only enough food to survive a night. "Minho, please. Please don't. Please don't do it." The boy begged. He felt pity for the boy, really. No one deserved this fate." The Keeper, now identified as Minho, looked back at the leader of the glade, who returned his stare with a single nod of his head. He threw the bag into the maze, discomfort noticeable upon his features only to a keen eye.
With a rumble, the maze walls began to close, and the surrounding gladers proceeded to lower their poles. They forced the boy into the maze, ignoring his pleas for mercy. With one last scream for help, the maze walls closed, sealing the boys fate. The gladers' heads all fell, silently reminiscing their times with the boy they just condemned to death. With one final glance at the glade, he jumped back down into the maze, and began the follow the boy.
After a little while, darkness set over the whole encampment. The figure ran through the maze, being sure to keep a wary eye out for grievers. All of a sudden, he heard a scream, filled with pain and agony. Picking up his speed, he turned a corner to come across the body of the boy who had been banished just hours earlier. He was still alive, but his whole body had been practically torn to shreads. Slowly approaching the former glader, he glanced around to find no grievers in sight.
He bent down, and looked into his eyes. They were filled with pain, and sorrow, and betrayal. "Please," he gasped as he choked on his own blood. "Please." He knew what he meant. With a small nod, he pulled out one of the many knives he kept, along with two swords, a bow, and quiver of arrows, on his person, and with one deep breath, plunged the dagger into the boy's heart. He ran his calloused fingers over the boy's face, shutting his eyes, before grabbing the small sack still next to him, and running of into the distance.
So there was the first chapter of my first Maze Runner fanfiction. I hope you liked it. Here is the website with my character's outfit on it incase you were wondering: one_in_maze_hunters_outfit/set?id=196784462 So yeah. Follow, Favorite, Review. Adios.