Maze Runner Chuck Novels & Stories

MAVERICK I bounded into the woods, with Alec barely holding on to me. The night had come upon us, moonless and sudden. I knew that we were being chased, so I pushed my linbs harder, I made every leap I took higher and further than the last, and I didn’t look back, not even for a millisecond. I unleashed a howl, and hoped that the rest of my packmates would find their way here before Makila did. The ground shook beneath me, and I leaped to the side just mere moments before the earth collapsed inward, forming a deep hole in the ground large enough to swallow me, even in this form.

They want to hunt, their prize me. The tunnel comes to an end faster than I remember and just as planned, Caden and I break off from each other. I head into the direction of the center of the forest where the traps we will use to our advantage awaits. I can hear them behind me, their undeniable scent of mud and grass the marking of a Rager. They are drawing close, planning how to capture me and in this moment I realize just how many Ragers there are hunting me. I can feel my heart pounding as six distinctive howls sound and an emotion I have not felt in a long time settles into the pit of my stomach.

“Relax, I’m not about to concussion myself for bragging rights.” That, unfortunately, was when a guy in an inflatable dinosaur costume decided to sprint through the circle. “DINOSAUR COMING THROUGH!” he roared, voice muffled. He tripped over the edge of the Slip ‘n Chug tarp, flailed, and face-planted into the punch bowl table. The universe moved in slow motion. The table legs buckled. The blue punch went airborne. Charlie had exactly half a second to react. He stepped in front of Sky.

My first real memory since I came here. I was shocked and I must’ve slowed my pace. *** I heard chuckling behind me. I looked back and saw Hunter catching up. He'd already caught my trail. And of course, he'd follow me at a dead run. The Hunter. Damn him. I looked beyond him back at the open doorway of my hut. I just have to outrun him. Racer stepped from behind a tree in-front of me. Making me squawk and skid to a stop. His arms were crossed over his chest as he stared chidingly down at me. "Did you think escaping us would be so easy."

I immediately started to maneuver my Ford Mustang when Luther lowered the race flag. Cholo did not give up and his Porsche also fired up and accompanied me on the race track. We have a close fight. There are times when he overtakes me, but I easily get the advantage again. I grinned when he lowered the window and shouted at me. "Dude, just chill! Don't take it too seriously! You might even burn your car. You'll have to pay me for that!"

Poppy had taken the lead in the information briefing, and her newly returned chipper mood was met by the new guy's mood spiking up as well. "Oh, I'll go first! My name's Urkstin Cawkheys, Ultimate Racer! I've got the best last name around, nice to meet you all!" Urkstin's key was given to him, and as he feverishly unlocked his chain, a few of us moved to the opposite side of the divider, to the source of the second voice.

Employees struggled to come and go; many simply took leave and never returned. Zachary panicked completely. He summoned Brian to his office, berating him from morning till night. But no amount of shouting could fix the chip. Brian went from pounding his chest with promises, to silent avoidance, to eventually not even daring to enter Zachary's office. Cornered and desperate, Zachary finally remembered me. At that time, I was in Genting's top-secret lab, reviewing the core architecture parameters of a new chip with my team. My personal phone, lying in the corner of the workbench, kept vibrating. I glanced at the screen, pressed the hang-up button, and flipped it face down on the table, returni

I scream, ducking out of the way of an old, rusted filing cabinet that just barely missed making a significant dent in my skull. I turn around and see almost the polar opposite of our friend Gale—a short, squat, dark-skinned, dwarf-like figure—strolling through the open door. His eyes closed in concentration confirms my suspicion that he is the source of the debris tornado. I aim Chuck’s gun and fire off a shot, but to my horror, the dwarf simply waves his hand, and the bullet halts in mid-air for a few seconds, almost comically like something out of a cartoon, before clattering harmlessly to the floor.

The MC asked and the lights immediately turned green, Dell was the first to zoom off driving in so much speed, Raymond the ROLLIES top car racer was the second in line and he was chasing after Dell back to back leaving out no space, “Rolland is one hell of a car racer” Zack muttered, “He's not the top in ROLLIES for nothing” Dell added “He's nothing close to Dell, trust me Dell is a badass and will not allow the to win this time” “ROLLIES thinks he's in a competition with Dell but Dell took this as fun that's more reason he's going to win” Dante said with a smile “I trust Dell is probably smiling right now seeing how hard Rolland is trying to win” Zack muttered

He slid his fingers into his hair and exhaled deeply, his vision blurring as the entire place spun around him like a whirlwind. He weaved through the crowd, their bodies reeking of sweat and alcohol. “Fuck!” He mumbled as he wobbled, struggling to make his way to the restroom, his legs unsteady. Pushing the door open, he squinted through the dim light. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant and stale air. As he staggered towards the urinals, he collided with a broad figure, his senses heightening. “Watch it.” A low husky voice growled, a hint of warning in it.