l followed the party, keeping close.. but not too close. Every now and then I mark up a tree, making a trail. MaC had stopped fighting, settling into a frustrated silence. There was no shortage of glares, and thee was occasional spitting if any one shank felt lucky. But she was in pain... A very painful pain, I could tell. She was completely dependent on Thomas for walking, and the veins were popping out of her neck from the tightening of her jaw. Her fists were clenched and every movement was stiff, met with a flinch and a hard blink.

I'm sorry MaC, so sorry... It's my fault... I should've gone with you... Not alone, you shouldn't have gone alone...

They stopped suddenly conversing amongst themselves. I inched closer to my friends... wondering if maybe I could get close enough to... Shuck it! They're coming!
 I dove back into the forest just as the shanks eyes passed where I'd been hiding. MaC looked at me... her eyes pleading me to be more careful.

They were poked with the butt of the spears,urged into moving. Thomas was the first to move. MaC having a bit of troubled getting on her feet... or foot as it was. He wrapped an arm around his neck and bore most of her weight as they made their way to wherever. The two were amazingly calm for hostages.

The man infront stopped saying something in his weird language. The others stopped, closing in on their prisoners. MaC leaned into Thomas, steeling her gaze... Daring them to try anything. I moved in, ready to...I don't know, but if they touched her...

And they did... They moved in, roughly grabbing her by the arm and pushing Thomas to the ground. I don't know what I was planning to do, but what I ended up doing was both stupid and awesome. I drop kicked the man gripping her arm. He fell from the impact and knocked himself unconscious on a rock. Next, another charged at me. I dodged his punch and threw one of my, connecting with his kidney. He doubled over in pain. I then flipped him on his back and ducked the incoming man who landed on his comrade with a sickening thud. But as I had said before, there were too many. I was out numbered.

After throwing that one to the ground, another grabbed MaC around the waist and held a knife to her throat. She tited back her head and for once was still. She didn't thrash about kicking and screaming insults at her captor. MaC's two-second warning just wasn't enough. It was all I could do to block my head from the incoming blow. However, it didn't help much as I saw the world begin to spin. I could only just feel the warm hands threading though my hair, whispering my name, before the numbness overcame me and everything went black.

Back to MaC:

Strange hands pried me away from Minho as I desperately clung to him. The gag prevented me from saying anything but I had some pretty colorful insults flyin around in my head, head would be rolling if I had a weapon.

Thomas was to my right, also restrained by strange half-naked men wearing red-paint. I struggled against them never taking my eyes off of Minho. Another couple dragged him along as we trailed behind. His head lolled to the side, and I died in every step I took... Apparently I was slowing them down. The man to my right, with no warning, swept me off my feet (and eww, not in that way) and slung me over his shoulder. I kicked at his chest and pounded with bound hands at his back, but he didn't budge. I was stuck there till we reached wherever the hell we were going. I hung my head and arms limply, watching the ground as it passed beneath me... The throbbing of my ankle beginning to ebb away into numbness... I better not buggin loose my foot...

In the mean time:

"C'mon!" John urged them to move quicker. Harriet and Sonya were colse behind him, trailing ever so slightly behind him, stopping to examine the trails when he knew where he was going. Maisie and Brenda (she insisted she had to come, and would not be left behind) However were at his side trusting he knew his way.

"Mmmhhhmmm," they called, "Be right there!"

John gave the two girls a beside him a painful look. Maisie sighed, "Move it! They have a head start as it is, if we're gonna catch them we need to move quickly."

"Seconded" Brenda added, following the buy as he led them deeper into the forest.

"There were around twenty of em'," he explained, "All the same, dark skin, black hair... hardly any clothes..."

The girls raised their eyebrows, "Could you...clarify?"

"Ne- Nevermind... You'll see..."

A/N: Sorr for all the POV changes... I just... I dunno this is kinda a bridge chapter... before... whoops, nevermind...

PPS. Thanks to Ahern15s great idea, i have a new story up, Through her eyes. It's MaC's POV, through the entire Maze runner series... eventually, right now its only the first two chapters of the Maze runner.

And I always forget this -_-

Claimer: I actually do own MaC, she is mine, do not steal her! or... at least ask...

Disclaimer: Guess...

I do not own the Maze Runner or anything recognizable.