Author: Skyuni123 PM
ADOPTED FROM GINNY WEASLEY23. We qualified for the Maze Trials, but we weren't in Groups A or B. This is the story of Group C.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Suspense - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,042 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 10 - Updated: 09-30-12 - Published: 01-20-12 - id: 7757678
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After a ridiculously long hiatus, I am back! I apologise, life and a repetitive stress injury got in the way and I haven't been able to write. :( But, I am back.. and hopefully I will be able to make up for it by posting more. It's my holidays now, and I am crazily trying to write. I'm writing in the POVs' of Sam and Dylan, and I hope whoever sent in the character of Dylan that they don't mind. Oh also, as this is a different group from Groups A and B, some of the terminology will be different.
Dylan sneered as the new girl was dragged up and out of the Box. Another mouth to feed. Just what the Haveners needed. The girl collapsed onto the dry ground of the Haven. She was a brunette with shoulder length hair and was very skinny. Her arms were coated in what looked to be blood. She clambered shakily to her feet.
One of the assembled Haveners, Allie C, their kind-of leader strode forwards towards the girl. She held out a hand, seeming not to care about the girl's bloodied hands.
Dylan watched them curiously.
"Hey shank." She said, "I'm Allie C and..."
Dylan pushed past Allie C. He couldn't exactly let Allie C get her hooks into the new girl first.
"Dylan." He said, in what he hoped was a vaguely welcoming voice. "This is..."
The new girl completely ignored him and walked past him to Allie C.
Dylan was fuming. This wasn't fair. He turned, to go and get angry at Allie cit, but was stopped by a hand on his chest and a calm, collected voice saying, "it's not worth it. Come on hermano."
Dylan relaxed. His friend was right. It wasn't worth it.
His friend Xavier was naturally tanned and frequently put words that Dylan didn't know into his conversation. He had black eyes, light brown hair and muscles that Dylan was slightly envious of.
Suddenly, a mechanical clunking filled the air.
The new girl, who was talking to Allie C and a couple of the other girls, yelped and looked around wildly. "What the hell was that?!" She hissed.
"Nothing to worry about... uh, what was your name?" Xavier said, sounding relaxed.
Dylan cursed. Great. Now he was going to look like a shank because he didn't say anything. Shuck.
"Uh.. S..Sam." The girl said, looking around warily.
"Just the Box going." Dylan stepped in, trying to sound about as collected as Xavier. "The noise."
"...So...what? I'm stuck here!?" The girl..Sam...whispered, then, without warning, her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed.
The crowd around her shuffled, but none of them tried to help her. This thing happened a lot in the Haven.
Allie C sighed, "okay... ain't anything to see here. Back to work. Runners'll be back soon. Dylan, keep an eye on her, okay?"
Oh great. Just great. Have to stay here to keep an eye on the new chick, who could be a spy from the shuckers who deserted us all here. That's just great, Dylan thought.
He sat down on the dry earth next to the Sam chick, while everyone else walked off. Xavier patted him almost condesendingly on the shoulder as he left.
Dylan rolled his eyes. Great. He glanced up at the sky. It was beginning to get a bit dark. The Runners would be back soon. Hopefully.
Dylan was a Runner himself, but had spent a day in Haven, recovering from a shoulder wound that he had gotten off a large chuck of rock in the Maze the day before. It was good to rest... but for some strange reason, he sort of missed the Maze.
Dylan glanced over at the Doors, then back at Sam. She was still passed out. Strange.
His gaze roamed back at the Doors. There were four people out there running. If they didn't get back... They'd be Griever bait.
One of the Runners jogged through the gap in the walls. It was Marion, the one who always, without fail, arrived back first. She rushed over to the small concrete building that housed the maps of the Maze, limping slightly.
About two minutes later, another Runner called Ashley arrived. She looked puffed and irritated, and followed Marion's path to the Map Room.
Two out of four back. That was good, but not good enough. Where the hell where the other two? Dylan, while not wanting to show fear, was scared for them.
A loud boom split the air. Oh shuck. The Doors were about to close and Connwaer and Rachael weren't back yet. Dylan bit his lip, hoping. He quickly glanced down at Sam, and saw that she was awake, and looking perplexed and scared.
Dylan hopped to his feet. "Stand up." He said, and held out a hand to Sam.
She took it, looking confused, and Dylan, trying to ignore the blood coating her hands and now his, pulled her to her feet. He dragged her over to a spot near the Doors. A crowd was beginning to form in front of the Doors. Most of the Haveners didn't really care much about each other, but nobody wished being stuck outside at nighttime on anyone. That was a fate worse than death. The walls around Haven began to move, with a loud rumble and the screech of something metallic. This wasn't good. Not good at all.
Then, through the gloom of the Maze, Dylan could see a figure. Two figures. It HAD to be Rachael and Connwaer.. but they weren't going to get back in time. Connwaer was carrying Rachael and both looked completely out of it. They weren't going to get back in time. Dylan, acting completely on some crazy impulse yelled over the catacophy of the Doors closing to Sam, "come with me!" He took off towards the Doors, running like a manaic. Sam, to her credit, didn't question him, and sprinted off behind him. The gap between the Doors was about ten metres wide and closing fast. Rachael and Connwaer weren't far away from the Doors either. They could make it. They had to make it.
The ground was throbbing under their feet as they rushed through the (considerably) smaller gap in the walls of Haven. Dylan reached Connwaer first and grabbed Rachael, who was passed out. Dylan, being slightly stronger than Connwaer easily held Rachael and made his way back through the gap in the walls, trying to hold back the fear that the walls would close and Connwaer and Sam would be stuck out in the Maze. Connwaer was limping, so Sam, not knowing what else to do, looped an arm around the struggling Connwaer's waist and helped him limp through the gap in the walls.
They were just in time.
Seconds later, the walls slid shut with an almighty thump.
Is it going alright? I apologise for the shortness.. I'm still trying to adapt to writing in the Maze Runner 'verse. Reviews would be much appreciated.