Hey! Oh man, aren't I happy! Thanks for the great reviews! I wanted to post this part, cuz I've got a lot written, but I'm stuck. I think I just keep looking at the first part of this chapter and saying "I should post this now" to myself, but the second part isn't done. I've just decided to separate in into two chapters (not like it's not long enough already.) There's this funny feeling I have telling me that most of my stuff will be posted in 2k-3k bursts. Anymore than that and my brain shuts down.
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So, anyway, please review! I'm not an avid writer, so my style is still shaky and sucks. I feel like I'm using too many dramatic pauses, commas, and compound sentences, etc. Please tell me how I'm doing, so I can make it better for you guys, alright?
OCTOBER 2018: EDITED! How interesting that I go back and read my own stuff.. and then make immediate changes. True growth.
"Talking"
Thoughts
Flashback
Warnings: Cursing! She-bean has a potty mouth.
Disclaimer: I don't own Maze Runner, only my made up people.
Chapter 2
She ran wildly through the corridor, taking turn after turn until she realized-
Am I in a FUCKING MAZE? What the hell is the matter with these people?
She knew in the back of her mind that the people in the maze would know the maze, but it wasn't until maybe her tenth left before she stopped to breathe.
Hands on her knees, she panted and tried her hardest to keep it quiet. The air was a little humid, but cool, which soothed her tired lungs. She strained her ears to listen for any yelling or running but heard nothing. She slowly stood up straight to finally take in her surroundings.
She was a few paces away from a four-crossway intersection, the left pathway being narrower than the right. She noticed that all the walls and even the ground were the same grey, smooth concrete and that the walls were not at a uniform height. In fact, the wall on her right changed its height at the intersection.
Its almost as if a kid stuck walls made of Lego blocks together randomly... the hell are Lego blocks?
She shook her head and eyed the thick green vines that covered almost every surface. Seriously, she could barely even see the wall in some areas.
The girl suddenly jerked, her head craning to her left in order to hear a loud yell somewhere in the dank, eerie maze more clearly. She began to panic, thinking of a place to hide, but-
There are only walls! I can't hide in a corner, because with the number of guys I left back there, they could look in every nook and cranny. They know this place! The probably already know where I am...
She stumbled to the side and away from the shouts. Her left hand clutched at the strap of her bag, and she placed her right on the wall when it brushed the greenery by accident. She turned to study the vines, catching one in her hand to examine it.
"You know what sucks about people?" a voice came from above her.
"Hmm?" She turned her head towards the boy's voice, eyes on the device she was figuring out in her hands.
"That people never look up."
She jerked again, this time out of a memory.
What the hell was that? Who was that? Wait a minute... That's it! They'll never try to look for me up in the vines! 'Specially if I'm high up and in the shadows. Yes! Try to catch me now, bitches!
She grinned triumphantly before she spun on her heels, fist pumping while she did so. The girl dashed through the narrower left pathway, looking up at the top of the walls to find the best spot. There! Towards the middle of the narrow corridor - which was shaded nicely, by the way - was a big, thick group of vines perfect for hiding in. She reached out and grabbed a handful of vines in each hand before freezing.
How long will I be hanging there? HOW will I hang there? I'm already tried from running. There's little chance I can hang from fucking vines while hiding from a cult of dudes for hours on end.
She took a step back; vines still in hand, and gave them a hard yank. She did this repeatedly, and to several clumps of the vines to test their integrity. She rolled one in her gloved hand, feeling how fluid in was, bending easily in her grip, yet it was still strong enough to survive her yanks.
It seems just like rope. I could tie it around my waist? No, that would be uncomfortable. Maybe tie it into a swing I could sit in? Nah, I don't have enough damn time for that. They'll probably notice a girl in a vine swing too. A harness? If I can get up high enough, and somehow hold myself up with one hand while I make one with the other... It's the only thing I've got.
She nodded determinedly, ice blue eyes set in front of her as the stepped back from the vines and made waving motions with her hands. To any ordinary onlooker, they'd think her crazy, but she was just working out how the harness would fit.
Once the girl decided on a harness design, she pressed her back against the opposite wall and ran forward, gaining just enough momentum to run up the wall two steps before she grabbed ahold of the vines. The dark haired girl pulled herself up to nearly the top of the wall, not even thinking of the risks of falling and dying.
When she reached her desired height, the girl grabbed a closely grown chunk of vines and spun around repeatedly, bumping her body not so nicely against the rock wall. She stopped after the seventh twist, faced the opposing wall, and maneuvered the weaved vines behind her and over her bag to begin weaving her harness. Her bare right foot went back to separate the weaved vines from the unwoven ones and brought the clump up. With her weaker, bandaged left hand she brought up the vines between her legs and clenched her legs together. The girl then divided the clump into two – bringing her knees up to put one clump over her left leg and one over her right.
In an impossible move, she reached her left hand behind her, under the bag and grabbed the vines on her right leg and brought them around her waist and laid them over her lap. She grabbed the original vines above her head and switched hands to do the same with the vines over her left leg. The girl did this repeatedly, sometimes bringing the vines up between her legs again before she was able to do some intricate knot she didn't remember learning in front of her.
With a great woosh of breath, she finally let her arms down and immediately winced and shifted the makeshift harness between her legs.
Yeaaah, not too comfortable. Anyways, great job, Jane!
She blinked and shook her head. That's not it...
S.
My name starts was an S.
After about 20 minutes of hanging in the vines recovering from her hard work, and listening for the enemy, the girl swung the bag she had around to her front and carefully unzipped it.
The bag was a high-quality one, being made out of thick canvas and having a tough metal zipper. When the zipper of the dark beige bag gave way, she had to scramble for a second to not drop anything. That 30 ft. drop was no joke.
FUCK YES! I got a knife.
She grinned at the black metal in her hand. It was a four-inch 'flip knife' or something like that, but the girl had a hunch it would be easy for her to wield. She tucked it carefully into her pants pocket, paying special attention to use the clasper on the side of the blade.
Maybe I was good with knives during my Time Before... She patted her pocket as she looked back at the bag in her lap, seeing only one pair clothes like she had on at that moment, only a blue shirt and darker pants, some first aid stuff along with a pill bottle with little red tablets in it.
She pulled it out and looked at the label. Menstrual Negation.
Oh my lord, thank you all! You are so wonderful, Miss Whoever-Put-These-Here!
As she inwardly wept in joy, the girl took inventory of the rest of her gifts before she packed them away again, and slung the bag back around her shoulder. When she was finished, she ran her left hand through her hair and took notice of the bandages wrapped around them.
The girl unpeeled the tape securing the stretchy, black bandages and slowly removed them to get a look at why her hand was bandaged. She made sure to memorize how the bandages were weaved around her fingers, but once she got it off-
Oh.
Oh.
Hurriedly, her left hand and arm were wrapped again before she pulled off the black, leather, fingerless glove on her right.
I... I don't know how I feel about this. What is this? She shook her head, put the glove back on, and leaned against the wall. Too exhausted to even want to think about her discoveries. She grabbed the vines to her sides and behind her to pull them over herself to conceal her position.
And that's where she stayed.
It was about another two hours and a small nap before she got any signs of life in the maze... Other than the vegetation, that is.
Blue eyes snapped open as the voices and footsteps grew closer.
They must either suck at hide and seek or not really care about finding me to join their cult, because I haven't heard a thing until now. How big is this fucking maze anyway?
She tilted her head toward the right end of her pathway, which was the opposite end of the way she came.
With such a huge maze, I imagine they must have some sort of mapping system. Maybe that blonde idiot put a tracking device on me when he pulled me out of that damned elevator. Her eyes narrowed. I never should have trusted that accent.
Just then, two boys turned the corner and jogged down her corridor. They were wearing similar clothes to the boys she ran from, but these guys had leather vest things strapped to their upper chests and didn't particularly seem to be on the lookout for a confused female.
She froze her movements, letting her mouth fall open to take quiet breaths. She didn't want them to look up.
"I could really use some of that shuck recipe Gally's got right about now," the one on the left panted out. He was a tall Asian boy with perfectly styled black hair.
"Just wait shank, you'll be gettin' some of that klunk tonight at the celebration," the other boy said. He was just an inch or two shorter than the first guy, with dark brown locks and vibrant green eyes.
And oh so many muscles... Ugh, get you head screwed on straight, Sarah!
Her brow furrowed and the shook her head slightly. No, that's not it either.
They jogged right past her and turned the corner at the other end of her hallway, going back the way she came.
Celebration? What, do they make human sacrifices out of the people who come up the elevator or some shit like that? Good thing I got one of them in the face.
She leaned her head back onto the wall behind her and closed her eyes.
The maze girl woke up again, but this time from a vicious gnawing in her abdomen.
I am so fucking hungry. Maybe I shouldn't have left the cult guys. Didn't those two say they were having a celebration? Sure, I'll join the club if I got some damn food. Lamb sacrifices? I'm down.
Her button nose scrunched up as something occurred to her.
When did I start thinking they were a cult? Maybe they are just nice guys living in a maze. That can be not suspicious, right? They don't have to be hunting me down to hurt me like I've been thinking right?
Time to face the music, apparently.
"HEY! Hellooooo! Anyone there!? I'm coming out now! I'm just doing it for food, though! Don't be getting any freaky ideas!" She yelled, wincing at the rasp in her voice.
Fingering her flip knife, the girl was about to cut herself down to go find the maze boys when she stiffened. A terrible feeling of foreboding filled her as she looked around, trying to find the source of her unease.
Suddenly a thundering boom filled the maze, echoing off of all the rock, making it louder than it probably was. A grinding sound echoed in the maze for a good 30 seconds before it stopped with another loud boom.
What... What the fuck was that?
She kept perfectly still for ten minutes before she pulled out her knife to cut through the vines suspending her in the air. She turned to her left first, lowering the knife to cut her leg free when movement in the distance caught her eye. She stared out of the corridor, barely seeing over the walls on the other end of the intersection, the way she came from, before she noticed what bothered her.
IS THAT WALL FUCKING MOVING!? OH NO. OH GOD NO. THIS BITCH OF A MAZE MOVES? I NEED TO GET BACK TO THOSE GUYS! Are they doing this? Those losers! Messing with a confused amnesiac!
She stared in horror at the wall started shifting over, barely even hearing the grinding sound from this distance. She jumped slightly when the saw a section of the wall at the end of her corridor start moving towards the opposing wall and-
Sealed up the way she came.
The girl just stared blankly at the wall that just closed up her pathway, leaving her corridor a dead end.
It's getting dark, she noted dryly as she slumped in defeat, it's getting chilly, and I'm not getting any food. Not like there is any in here. And, I can't remember a damn thing. But that doesn't bother me as much as the NO FOOD thing. Man, oh man, once dawn hits I'm getting back to that green area and I'm eating all their food. If they say anything I'll just punch them. Again. If there's one thing I do know, it's that you don't mess with a hungry lion.
She smiled to herself and stared up at the darkening sky, imagining eating the lamb sacrifices as the maze moved around her. It was a gentle grumble, the sound that the maze made. Not a constant sound, but every few minutes another grumble would echo through the walls, some sounding as if they were on the other side of the maze. It was soothing in a way because dead silence would have been worse.
Surprisingly, when looking at all the walls and vines, one would think it smelled bad and be dank and humid. The soft breeze carried the fresh scent of the vines, though, and made it so that the humidity wasn't heavy.
The girl listened to the maze and dozed, keeping her eyes up and on the stars beginning to twinkle in the sky. On the outside she was calm, but her mind was working fast, trying to analyze her glimpses of memories for any clues as to what the fuck was going on. It was peaceful, in a weird way.
Whirrl CHAckINk!
She tensed, eyes going wide as she ever so slowly turned her head towards the open end of the corridor.
There is no way this could get worse. Absolutely no way.
There in the opening, was a gooey, spider-like, metal-legged monster twice the size of a horse, with a scorpion tail and an ugly, toothy face. It made unreal whirling noises and the tail was just dangling above its head, just waiting to stab a poor soul. The creature made its way into her dead-end pathway, making 'cachunk'-ing noises as its legs hit the ground.
Is this what they were meaning by 'you'll die in there', 'cuz I think they're fucking right.
Then, when it was right beneath her position, the monster's ugly ass head tilted up at her.
Well shit.
