"Every morning, when these doors open, the Runners look for a way out."
"No one has ever survived a night in the Maze."
In front of him, through the East Door, he could make out passages leading to the left, to the right, and straight ahead. And the walls of the corridors were similar to those that surrounded the Glade, the ground made of the same massive stone blocks as in the courtyard. The ivy seemed even thicker out there. In the distance, more breaks in the walls led to other paths, and farther down, maybe a hundred yards or so away, the straight passage came to a dead end.
Newt looked down in the Box one more time, then faced the crowd, gravely.
“It’s a girl,” he said.
Burning blue eyes darted back and forth as she took deep breaths. Her pink lips trembled as she mumbled something over and over, indecipherable. Then she spoke one sentence—her voice hollow and haunted, but clear.
“Everything is going to change.”
Thomas heard Newt scream something from behind him.
“Don’t do it, Tommy! Don’t you bloody do it!”
The rods on the right wall seemed to reach like stretched-out arms for their home, grasping for those little holes that would serve as their resting place for the night. The crunching, grinding sound of the Doors filled the air, deafening.
Five feet. Four feet. Three. Two.
Thomas knew he had no choice. He moved. Forward. He squeezed past the connecting rods at the last second and stepped into the Maze.
The walls slammed shut behind him, the echo of its boom bouncing off the ivy-covered stone like mad laughter.
(…) nothing about this place made any sense. Except for one thing. He was supposed to be a Runner.
See, a nogitsune feeds off chaos, strife and pain. This morning, you took it from Isaac, then you took it from Coach. And then from a dying deputy. All that pain. You took it all.
Tomorrow is the Catching Fire premiere so I’m making one last post for people who are going and might want to meet up. I’ll try and be there before noon, no idea how big the queue will be.
Anyway, come to my ask if you are going tomorrow! I can’t wait!
Guardians, Scott. If you were with me I could have told you what it meant. I could have warned you. Let me help you, Scott. Let’s help each other. You help me catch her and I’ll help you get your mother and Stiles’s father back.