Maze Runner: The Scorch Novels & Stories

Ron came with the drinks, two bottles alone since the four won't go about drinking a bottle each. A/N Drop a review, readers. Um... I hope your day went well. Over here it's night so goodnight lovely readers. Hopefully, I will finish the next chapter and publish it quick. After the near lunch, the four drove to the sanctuary. Kyle drove them with his car while Mia texted Todd and told him to puck her bike from the college. RAVEN'S ABODE Scorpion blade. Kyle marveled at the bold writing on the top of the big building and spacious land. It was nothing near to a church, more like a fancy refugee camp but wilder. It was a beautiful sight to behold.

“That’s never a good sign. The car rounded a bend and Damon became even more agitated. Something about the road ahead was pricking at his skin, but he could not see anything out of the ordinary. Soon however, they came across scorch marks along the road. Deep gouges in the ground that looked as if something heavy had been dragged or thrown across it. There were shattered fragments of what looked like reinforced plating all over the road. “VORTEX?” Pascal asked carefully. Mara’s pulse spiked instantly. “Here?” “I can't tell,” Damon said. “But given how desperate they are, I wouldn't be surprised that it was them.” Pascal’s grip tightened on the wheel. “You think this was meant for us?”

"But I have a feeling you know exactly how to conquer it." He let his knuckles brush against my wrist as he checked my haptic band. The casual touch sent a violent, electric spark straight to my core. I didn't step back. I held his gaze, letting him see the feral hunger burning in my eyes. I wanted to win this game, but looking at him, I knew I wanted to break him, too. Franco finally stepped back, turning to the group. He held a flare gun in his right hand. "The rules are simple," Franco projected. "The first one to trigger the beacon at the summit wins the Social Tax. The last one to reach the halfway point by noon is eliminated from the living quarters. They become the Scavenger."

"I don't need a car for a mountain pass, Austin. Stop stalling." He let out a shaky, hysterical laugh. "You don't get it. This isn't a drag race. It's a Shift-Run. The forest is rigged. Silver wire, pressure plates, spring-loaded spikes. The first one to the summit gets the prize. The others... well, the crows need to eat." Behind him, four massive wolves stepped into the moonlight. Their fur was matted, their eyes bloodshot with the use of enhancers. They weren't there to race. They were there to hunt.

} I explained. {I forgive you, and tell Dean thanks.} she replied. {I've got to go. Hurry} she cut the link and I sighed. "She said to thank you, Dean" I relayed and he smirked. I rolled my eyes and pushed on. After a few more minutes we slowed. Our scouts gestured for us to sneak forward. Peaking through the trees, I could catch glimpses of a stage and the pack milling in front of it. We were finally here, where it would all end.

I took the hospital gown which Nicole had thrown over to me and quickly disappeared behind the curtain I had changed behind earlier on, shifting back into my human form, I hissed as I finally felt the effects of the wound. The pain was worse than what I had been feeling in my neck two days' ago and when I looked down at the size of the wound, I knew that I was going to have another scar to add to the collection I was slowly gathering. But at least this one was a real battle wound. Damn silver. I am going to have to have words with the Moon Goddess about that. You do that and perhaps I won't have a hideous scar to show for my idiocy once the would heals.

But seeing Helen-Nora, Eleanor, and Marcus drive off into the night had kindled a spark of triumph at Damian's defeat. It was a dirty, spontaneous victory, one that was going to buy me some much needed time, time that showed however brief. They dragged me deeper into the labyrinth of the fishery, along slicker, more vacated corridors. The stench of fish guts and cold, stagnant water was overwhelming. The gun shoved into my back to prevent me from running felt like hot scald, burning into my skin. My mind, though dazed and though shocked, was already functioning and computing, searching out angles and possibilities.

“The Market runs on Rules. But they can’t touch what we have. We have to push. Together.” Dante locked eyes with her. He remembered the girl who baked him bread in secret. The woman who didn’t fear gods. He nodded. “I’m with you until the end, June.” They pressed their joined hands to the ship’s front window. The silver flashed bright. Instead of shattering the glass, it melted it. The purple storm turned into a tunnel of light, and the ship shot through. The stars outside stretched into long, white streaks. They burst out into a huge white space. It looked like the Market, but darker, colder. Massive iron machines, as big as mountains, ground against each other. The Shredders. This is where

she said, glancing at me, “if you could heal someone that is close to death… maybe you can fix scars too.” The room quieted just a little. I followed her gaze and realized what she was talking about. My scar. The old burn mark that curved down from the corner of my jaw to my neck—a part of my past I had tried to hide but couldn’t erase. I instinctively reached up, fingers brushing the edge of it. I hated that thing. I hated what it reminded me of. Rachael tilted her head. “I’m just saying… wouldn’t it be kind of amazing if you could heal yourself too?”

“All of us have to earn our places. No shortcuts.” “But…” I blinked. “Do I have to do the empathy maze? Because I’m very empathetic, I think. Like, yesterday I cried watching a pigeon limp across the courtyard.” Dee chuckled. “Then you’ll do just fine. But yes, empathy maze, obstacle course, and a magical background scan.” My mind spun. “What does the scan do? Will it detect fallen angel energy? Will it break the machine? What if I accidentally explode something?” “Then,” Riven said dryly, “you’ll look very impressive.”