Novel & Cerita Vince Maze Runner

He walked out of the chambers as everyone's attention was pulled to the Chairman. As Vincent took some steps out of the chamber, several doctors rushed in, pushing him aside. “Ah ah…. I would get rid of you just like I did with Stephen Monroe," Vincent chuckled, walking his way out with his poked eyes squinted. “The game has just began."

However, he hadn’t anticipated his wrist being seized with such strength. "What the— Who is this?" the man exclaimed as he found himself locking eyes with a pair of deep, dark eyes concealed behind glasses. They had an abyssal depth to them that sent a shiver through him. With a light twist of his wrist, he was in agony. His pained howls and sweat-filled face prompted Dima to let go. After wiping his hands with a clean handkerchief, Dima coolly tossed it into a nearby trash receptacle, saying, "Thinking of hitting a woman? That’s a lesson for you."

vanished in a heartbeat. The domestic silence of the early morning bakery was instantly replaced by the heavy, suffocating air pressure of a brand-new corporate script. Miriam Vance hadn't traveled across the Atlantic to reclaim a fractured family connection; she was here to systematically hijack the entire recovery of the city. If she successfully executed the Phoenix Clause, the Public Trust would be completely bankrupt before they could finish pouring the concrete for their first infrastructure project. The city of Newark would fall directly back into the hands of a single, unchecked Vance—one who hadn't been tempered in the fires of the sky-bridge.

"You're alone. Finished. Nowhere to run." "There's always somewhere to run." Vincent backed toward a door. Emergency exit. "And this isn't over. Not by far. This is just round one. And Aria..." He looked at me. "I'm going to make you suffer. Make you watch everything burn before I finally kill you. Remember that. When you're hunting me. When you think you're close. I'm always one step ahead." He ran. Through the door. Disappearing into..Into darkness.

Chapter 21 The convoy tore through the winding backroads outside Winchester, tires screeching on asphalt still damp with morning dew. Ava sat in the armored van’s reinforced rear compartment, the triplets secured in crash seats between her and Jeffrey. Their small chests rose and fell steadily now, the hybrid glow reduced to faint veins beneath their skin, but the tracker Mike had warned about pulsed like a digital heartbeat on the dashboard monitor. Samuel rode in the lead vehicle, his wound bandaged but his presence a constant shadow in Ava’s fractured mind.

He's coming..." Marcus gasped, coughing up a thick spray of dark fluid as he pointed a trembling, broken finger back down into the dark. "Vance didn't go back alone... the heavy division hunters are already in the lower conduits... they're right beneath us! The blood-soaked fingers of Marcus dug into the splintered wood of the kitchen floorboards, his frantic breathing filling the tense silence of the ruined bakery. Tess didn't hesitate; she lunged forward, the sharp tip of her rebar spear pressing directly against the traitor’s throat, stopping his frantic crawling in an instant.

"All right, as I said before, other students who passed in previous years will try to make you fail. Also, the five with the slowest times will be disqualified as well. So run fast and think fast. The first thing you do is you must army crawl as fast as you can and select two weapons or tools to help you with this then with the selected items you must scale the twenty-foot wall and make it to the other side. Once there you will pull an envelope with a piece of paper that will have a picture of an item you must find in the sand trap. Then Run down the track and swim through the pool with your item. On the other end of the pool, you will find a hook with keys on it. You must find your key with

I grabbed the wrist of the runner on my left, twisting it violently until the bone popped out of place and used its own weight to swing its body straight into the runner on my right. The two monsters slammed into each other with a thud. Their arms and legs got tangled together. Before they could break apart I stepped into their space. I drove my elbow straight into the temple of the injured one crushing its skull instantly. Then I spun quickly on my heel driving my knife into the throat of the very last one.

I whispered. He only looked up at me and smirked cruelly. He truly resembled an insane man. My eyes widened. With shaky hand, I freed my other hand and ran. Run. I ran through the beautiful, now disturbingly dead road, through the highway. I stopped when my lungs burned and my legs couldn't take it anymore. I sat myself on a nearby bench as my mind drifted back to his gaze. His gaze. It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise.