The Maze Runner Behind The Scenes Novels & Stories

(Indigo’s thoughts as she sees the maze) At the end of the tunnel I’m amazed to see the eased platform with bleacher like seats along either side. Walking to the rail I look down over the famous maze that gave my guys their name as the princes of darkness. “You like it gorgeous” Roman asks as he comes to stand next to me. “It’s beautiful” I say. “Not as beautiful as you” Dimitri say making me blush. The door just under the platform we’re standing on slide open and I watch as Kevin and his father are pushed into the maze. Kevin the weak spotless man I’ve now realized him to be quickly turns around and starts pounding on the door he was pushed through.

“This guy lost it long before he ever showed his face.” I didn’t say a word because I didn’t need to. Everything we were seeing made that clear. I kept looking around until something caught my eye: a set of rolled papers behind the monitors. I grabbed them and unrolled them on the table. It was a blueprint. Not of the whole property, but the inside maze. It had hidden rooms, narrow halls, mirrored walls, blind corners, and soundproof barriers. Every part of it looked like it was made to trap people, not help them.

I asked as if I wanted to. "They could shoot it down, come on," he pulled me along as we ran. I didn't know where we were running to, but I ran after him with a hammering heart. Soon I heard gunshots followed by the explosion of the helicopter. We were quite far so it didn't bother us. A maze came into view, a blue bushed maze with cherry blossoms. "What kind of maze is this?" "One I use for training my men. It might look like a regular bush, but it's actually bulletproof. This would give us enough time to escape." He explained.

I replied, resting my hand on his arm. I felt him relax slightly, I knew this would be hard for him but it needs to be done, Bartholomew doesn't want anyone else but me and I might be the only one that can get him to a certain spot. "What if we set a trap just off to the side? Running through the maze would be too tricky." I said. "Okay so what about this?" Jasper said, holding up his paper. I could see where the maze shifts and changes, there was an entrance but not exit at all, it had four sections of open spots where we would hide people waiting for them to get in. Off to the side around the back was a square where I am assuming Bartholomew would be. "That looks good to me." I said scanni

“Wait, is this some kind of content idea or…” “Can you do it or not?” My patience snapped, sharp and clipped. He blinked, then nodded quickly. “Of course I can.” “Good. Then get on with it.” I shifted my attention to Tessa. “Thrash the room more. Make it look like hell exploded here.” She froze, hesitation flickering across her face. But then she swallowed and obeyed, knocking over a chair, dragging books to the floor, adding to the chaos already there. The scene was becoming exactly what I needed, messy, violent and believable.

The huge door started to open slowly, revealing a dark tunnel ahead as it emitted a low sound. Proceed, proceed, proceed! Maya gestured, encouraging the team to proceed. They ran quickly into the tunnel, with the door shutting heavily after them. The sound of the fortress falling diminished a bit, giving way to a spooky quietness. The tunnel was tight and poorly lit, with aging pipes and wires running along the walls. Maya once again took control, her senses heightened. We must continue to stay in motion. There is no way to predict the stability of this tunnel. The team trailed behind her, their footsteps gently reverberating. The tunnel appeared endless as it wound and curved in perplexing

CHAPTER 19: BACK TO REALITY Ivy's POV The mansion felt smaller the second I walked back through the door. Louder too, cameras waiting in the entryway like they'd missed us, producers already talking over each other about the day's schedule. "Forty-eight hours and I already forgot how loud this place is," I said. "Welcome back to the cage," Marcus said, passing by with a tray of something. "Hope you enjoyed the fresh air." Nate caught my eye across the room, the same tired amusement on his face I felt in my chest. We didn't get more than a look before producers pulled us in separate directions for wardrobe.

They wore full armour, helmets that covered their faces, and they had spears that didn’t look symbolic. “Gosh, I’m glad to see you guys,” said Maurice, without missing a beat. “Is this the way to the main assembly hall? We’ve been wandering around these passages for nearly an hour and my feet are killing me.” He smiled ingratiatingly, all wide-eyed with innocence. The small of my back was cold with sweat. Watching someone else play the role of blagger-in-chief was even more nerve-racking than playing the role myself. “How do we even get out of this place? Is there a map? I didn’t see one in the gift shop.” He couldn’t have come across more enthusiastic if you’d told him Alan Moore and George

How to do so though is yet another problem. I am going to meet Hazel where she is currently working on the maze for tomorrow. I am a little more worried about this idea because I do not want Chelsea to get scared or nervous being in a maze on her own. If she gets turned around then I do not want her to freak out and think that she is lost. We will constantly be looking out for her so there will be nothing to worry about. If we can manage to make the maze as friendly and magical as possible then maybe that will not be a problem. I guess technically one of us could go with her as well for support and just not give her any pointers. Hazel has already made some great strides towards completing t

When I got back, her face was still on the screen and it didn’t take me long to find it in the pile of missing persons. I caught myself shaking a little as I started the tape again. After the titles, the camera cut to another part of the studio that was made up to look like a mad scientist’s lab. Frothing beakers of dry ice and water, a crackling Jacob’s ladder on a big metal table in front of a painted backdrop made to look like old and cracked stonework. Boris took a big swig from a bottle marked poison, and then wiped his mouth with his sleeve. I could make out spots of blood spatter against the back of his hand and the cuff of his shirt.