From the Maze

by Dark Eclipses

We know five things about her: 1. She lived in the Maze. 2. She comes into the Glade. 3. She came in from the Maze. 4. She doesn't talk. 5. She falls in love. But that love is short lived; it is gone before she knew. How does she cope without him? She doesn't. She just falls... to the dark side.

1. Chapter 1

I have to run. They'll catch up. Those damn people had to put me in their maze. It's been a year now. I haven't found an escape. I just run from the Stingers. Or I can just turn around and kill it! I have been in this maze for a long time. My daily schedule: wake up, eat, run, kill Stingers, take the serum that Stingers have in their tails, rest, eat, run, kill more, take more, sleep. Fun. I know that there are these boys that camp safely in the middle. They send people out everyday. I avoid them.

I huff as I ran and turn around. I raised my sharp knife and pushed it straight into Stinger's body. It moaned and slashed its tail to me. Out of instinct, I slash the tail off. It doesn't die. I rolled my eyes and jumped onto its body. I clung onto my backpack for dear life. I have everything I need in there. My food, pencil and notepad, the 37 serums I collected, and some clothes and medical supplies. I raised my arms and stabbed right into the heart of the Stinger. It screamed its screechy scream and lie still. Dead. I picked up the tail and took out the two serums in there. I was going to cheer silently for my yet another victory and congratulate myself voicelessly. Until I heard it. The pounding foot steps. Its the boys.

I grab my pack and sprint, but I didn't get far until a heavy guy pounds onto me, pushing me to the floor. Goodness. Is this person obese? I turn to see a tall, Asian boy stare at me in shock.

"What the hell is she doing in the Maze," he mutters. He glares at me," Who the shuck are you? Get up slinthead,"he grabs me by my arm and pulls me up. "Alby has to see this," he mutters again. Wait, what? Shuck? Slinthead? Alby? What? I wrinkle my forehead as I think and I didn't feel him tie my hands on my back until he dragged my by my arm and pulled me away from the place I've been running at for all this time.

The boy pulled me into the clearing. A young boy, about 12 or 13 runs up to the guy who was pulling my arm off.

"Minho! You're back. We were so wo-" And then he saw me," Woah. Who are you?" I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. I am silent. I don't talk. I simply shook off "Minho"'s hand and took my pack off. I reached in and pulled out my notepad and pencil.

Hi. I'm Destiny.