Hey! So hi, this is well my first Maze Runner fanfic. Actually my first fanfic here ever. So! I loved everything in the books and I also loved the movie too, but of course I wanted to read some fanfic about my fav char ever: Newt. (Suprised? :D) And I found plenty about Newt and sweet girls. These stories are cute and I loved them, but I can't shake the feeling: all the girls have to be sweet and innocent? All of them need protection? All of them want any protection? In the book the girls are, well badass :D They found their way out 3 days earlier than the boys, lost fewer people than the boys and they are much more cooler than boys :P I couldn't find 'girls are badass but actually fell in love with Newt' fanfiction, so I try to write one. I hope you'll like it. And oh! I am so so sorry what I did with the English language, but English is only my second language, I learned it in school. Probably I just did something horrible with the grammar. I didn't have the time to re-check the it, I am actually too late from work already... You can PM me if something wrong but pls be gentle or else I just run into the corner and cry xD
Different Angles
Prologue
The Sun slowly rose on the horizon. Dawn was coming and the Glade was slowly awakening. A bunch of girls started to moving – some of them hurried in the kitchen starting to serve breakfast, the others formed a line to get their food, eat, and off to do their tasks. There were girls only. An another single gal watched her fellow group members from the distance. She loved to see them together. Everybody is here and everybody is fine. As co-leader, Zera had the strong feeling in her stomach: she had to protect them, leading? That wasn't for her, that was their leader's job. Harriet. Her right hand was Sonya, the main 'advance-giving and stuff' girl. And Zera? Well, if Sonya was Harriet's right hand, than Zera was her left. Her job was to protect the girls at any cost. And the truth is: there were lots of thing in the Maze. And the girls need to be protected.
This, the Glade was their home. Their only home. Everything they owed, everthyng they worked hard for was here. They could count only just each another. No adults. No strong, protective boys. No any help. Just a group of teenage girls.
The ages were different. There were girls from 12 years old to 18. The youngers did some small works – like weeding or cleaning, helping in the kitchen, etc. The olders dealed with some more serious things like building, bury the dead ones and cure the ill persons. They need to be organized. In fact the whole group lived in the Glade and the Glade was inside a huge Maze. They didn't know why they were here. No informations. No memories before the Maze. Nothing. So they had to be creative or they'll die.
Zera walked toward the breakfast table, sit down and started to eat. She was in silence, concentrated her job only. Everybody has their job, Zera was no exception. But she worked outside the Glade. She was a Runner.
There were two types of runner groups: the day shift and the night shift. The daily runners worked at daylight, running in the Maze all day, creating maps, noted the changes and keep searching for the way out. They had to go back to the Glade before sunset, because they were not alone in this place at all. There were some nasty creations too, things called the Grievers. They were strange things: half animal and half machine. Totally looked like the result of some horrible-horrible experiment. A fat, wet, snail-like animal with spikes, claws and metal arms plus some needles. The girls spotted them at daylight rarely. But they're coming out and hunting at night. if weren't those bloody walls with gates which closed every night they'd be all dead probably. Running in the Maze – it was terrifying enough. But running in the Maze at night – seemed totally crazy.
Actually it was Zera's idea. After some time in the Maze she started thinking about the Griever – problem.
- The Grievers are cruel creations. Half machine. But half biological something too.
- So the Machine part is mechanic, metal and wires. Could be destroyed but hardly.
- But the Biological Something part is well... biological. It can feel pain, it can bleed... so it could be destroyed. And maybe... maybe with enough craziness, guts and lucky they could be killed too.
It was a stupid idea really. Who was crazy enough to stay outside of the Glade and fight with a Griever? And not just one Griever, but Grievers. And if you stay alive a little longer what will you use to kill it? To defend yourself? And who will follow you? Why would anyone wanted to follow you anyway?
But she couldn't forget this craziness. She was sick from doing nothing just waiting for the miracle. Maybe they can get out maybe not. But after a year Zera's hope is faded from day to day. Stay inside. Do your job. Don't ask too many questions. Stay low. Fear. She had enough.
When she told about her idea to Harriet she was furious. She never wanted to listen any word about it and said to Zera forget this craziness. Said, she would die within seconds. But Zera never give up. She talked about it with the Runner's Keeper, Sam. First Sam said the very similar words as Harriet, but after Zera explained why she wanted to try it she agreed to talk about it with their leader again. At least Harriet said yes. She also allowed to Zera to gather a group for herself if any of the girls wanna go out. Unbelievably some of them wanted to try it. They collected some weapons which was given by the Creators to them, but Zera knew this will not be enough. She also knew the Maze changes at every night. And she wanted to use that.
The preparation had begun. Running int he Maze all day to memorize the routes, every inch of it. Practicing fighting with the weapons, gaining speed to escape from the beast if they had to. Trust in your teammates. Zera had to lead them to face with their nightmares and she had to trust them completely. When the day had come she almost get sick. Never felt so deep fear in her life. But off she went and the others followed.
The first night was bloodshed. She will never forget it. Zera lost half of her team, the other half stayed alive but injured badly. Blood was everywhere. But she knew the Maze, the moving walls well enough. And the Grievers weren't the smartest creatures. After the very-very long night the Grievers find themselves crushed by the walls and when the Glade's gates opened the next morning Harriet and the others saw bloody, scared but very much alive Night Runners. The Griever Hunters returned. And Zera knew: her story just begun.