I have nothing to say. And yes, I killed everyone that was not in the Seven, except Nico and Thalia. All the mortals Percy knew are dead too, like his mom, Paul and Estelle (his half-sister for those who don't know). they died from age though, not monsters. The demi-gods slept for a long time.

I do not own Percy Jackson or The Maze Runner. All rights go to their respective owners.

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The morning after Percy had his dream was the same a always, wake up, eat, start work. All except for one thing, Percy saw Alby go into the Maze with Minho.

Percy was suspicious, but when he asked Newt, Newt would either give an unclear answer, or he would change the subject to something else. Percy gave up after fifteen minutes

The rest of the day was business as usual. That is, until it got late.

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Everyone was getting worried as it started getting close to the time the Doors were supposed to close.

All of the Gladers were grouped in front of the Doors, Percy, Thomas, Newt, and Chuck in front. They had all been standing there for ten minutes when they started to wander off.

Nearly everyone had gone away, and just as Newt was turning around to leave, Percy, Thomas, and Chuck spotted movent, and after a couple seconds, the movement was revealed to be Minho, carrying a seemingly unconscious Alby.

"Hey!" Thomas yelled back to the others. "Hey! They're here!" Chuck yelled as people started turning around and coming back.

All of the Gladers were soon gathered at the opening, yelling encouragement to Minho. That he could do it. Just a bit farther.

Then, The doors started to close.

"They're not going to make it." Percy barely whispered. But somehow, in all the noise and yelling, Thomas heard him.

The two looked at each other. The doors were so close to closing. Minho and Alby were so far away. They made a silent agreement, 'No one is getting left behind. Not tonight.'

And almost in unison, the two ran into the maze to help their friends. One step. Percy felt arms try to grab him. Halfway. He didn't dare look back now. One more step. He was out. He turned around, grabbed Thomas, and pulled him out just before he got crushed. "Thanks man." He said, putting his hand on Percy's back.

Suddenly, both Percy and Thomas were pushed back, hard. "What the heck do you shanks think your doing?!!" Minho yelled. "Are you trying to get yourselves killed?!!"

"I couldn't just stand there and watch you recieve your death sentence." Percy said evenly.

"How are you going to change that? You just let yourself recieve one too, huh?"

"Minho, calm down." Thomas interjected

"Why? Why should I calm down when we're about to die? I mean, you came, so why don't we just go grab Newt? Then we can all die together."

Percy stepped forward quickly and covered Minho's mouth, surprising him. "Quiet."

"What do you mea-" "Shhh, listen." Minho reluctantly quieted down and listened. He heard nothing for a couple seconds, and was about to start yelling again, when he heard it. A couple ~klinks Stop. More. Closer. Less gaps. Shorter gaps. Closer. Closer. Always closer. "We have to move." He said quietly.

Percy nodded. "But we can't just leave him there." He said, gesturing to Alby, still lying on the ground. Dead to the world. "We have to move him" Thomas stated. "Where?" Minho said skeptically. "I mean, as much as I like Alby, we have nowhere to put him."

"Not necessarily." Minho and Percy both turned ro Thomas. "The vines." He pointed out. "We can tie one around him, hoist him up, tie him there, and grab him in the morning."

"If we last that long." Minho muttered under his breath.

They had found a good spot and were lifting Alby when they heard a klink. A loud one, close by.

"I'm outta here." Minho said, letting go and running away.

"Minho!" Thomas yell whispered.

Only after a second did Thomas notice he had let go of the vine, and that Percy was, not only holding Alby in place, but pulling him up.

Thomas looked at Percy dumbfounded.

"A little help here." Percy said in a strained voice.

"Sorry." Thomas quickly apologized, re-grabbing the vine.

They had just finished tieing Alby up when Percy caught movement in the corner of his eye. 'Crap' He thought.

"Run." he said running and pushing Thomas's shoulder, effectively turning him around. Thomas started running, he heard a loud reapeating clacking noise. While he trusted Percy's judgement, he still glanced back, only to regret the decision immediately.

Behind them was a griever. Its huge bulbous body was glistening in the moonlight with few long hairs, bunched up mostly on its back, near its nape, and something else. It was bounding towards them on six, large, mechanical legs, its enormously long, thick, tail, also mechanical, slapped the ground with every leaping gallop. Its face was shriveled near the mouth, and its eyes were tiny black pinpoints, nearly hidden in small folds. To top it all off, the greiver's tail had a large clasp with three fingerlike appendages on the end of it. Underneath the claw was a large syringe filled with an unknown fluid.

"Don't look back." Percy reprimanded. "It slows you down."

They continued running from the griever for a couple minutes, taking every turn possible. After a while, they ran into Minho, literally. The two were running full speed when they rammed straight into Minho. They untangled quickly and Percy looked up, only to see that not only was his and Thomas's griever catching up, but that there was a second griever rounding the corner from the passage Minho came from.

"Go. Go!" Percy yelled, grabbing the two and running. 'We just have to make it through the night. I don't have to kill them. The others don't need to know about me yet.'

They ran for a couple more minutes, when the worst happened, they found themselves at a dead end.

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The end of chapter 6. See ya next time!