Chapter 1
"Never Stop Running"
These are the words that continue to go through my mind as I sit in my homeroom class with Coach Finstock. It's not like I don't want to listen to whatever Coach is talking about, it's just that I can't focus. Thinking about my time in the maze haunts me like there's no tomorrow, and I can't help but notice that these words that Minho spoke to me once upon a time are completely opposite to what I do in my life now.
"Stilinski! Can you repeat back to me what I just said?" Shit, I don't even know the topic of what we are learning, what class is this again?
"We are talking about how Shakespeare conveys different themes in his different plays, like how Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy…"
"Scott, I was not asking you, I was asking Stilinski. Next time please let him answer the question."
"Okay, sorry Coach." Thank god I have Scott to help me whenever I space out. I quickly mouth 'Thank you" to Scott and he just gives me a small chuckle. I love Scott like a brother, but sometimes I feel like I have a hole in my heart without my fellow Gladers.
I check my phone to see the latest breaking news and I almost jumped out of my seat. I got a few stares from the people around me but all I can think is thank god that Coach didn't see. The news said that there have been sightings of a weird mechanical structure in the woods. There was even a blurry picture of the thing, and I could recognize that anywhere. The police are still investigating and trying to find out exactly what it is, but they advise people to not go into the woods at this time. I can feel my heart start beating harder and I look over at Scott, who knows that I am feeling anxious because of his werewolf abilities. Scott is just staring at me, mouthing the words 'Are you okay?' I can't even think of anything to respond because all the memories of being in the maze and fighting off grievers comes back to haunt my mind.
When the bell rings I quickly run out of the room and into the boys locker room. All these questions of 'how is a griever in beacon hills' and 'is it looking for me' pop into my head, but the worst question that I come up with is "Has WCKD found me?'
Maybe I should just relax. There has been no signs that the griever was looking for me, and I have not seen anyone from WCKD yet. As soon as I got my heart rate to a normal level, I hear the door to the locker room open.
"Stiles! I've been looking for you! I didn't know where you ran off to after Coach's class, are you okay? What's wrong?" Of course it was Scott who found me, he is my best friend after all.
"Yeah I am okay. It was just the news. I saw that there is a mechanical looking creature looming around the forest, what if it is something supernatural? I don't know how much more I can take of all this supernatural crap!" Good excuse Stiles, whenever you need an excuse just blame the supernatural, it makes the most sense. Now I'm talking to myself inside my head, I am definitely going crazy.
"Really? Can you show me?" I pull up the article and show him the picture of the griever.
"Do you have any idea of what it could be?" I ask. I can't let him suspect that I have any history with this kind of thing.
"I have absolutely no idea" Of course he doesn't, only people in the maze would have known what a griever is. "We should probably have a pack meeting tonight to talk about it and figure out what we are going to do." Scott suggests.
"Yeah, that's probably the best idea." I agree, even though I don't entirely want to talk about it. I can't let anyone know about my life in the maze, it's too dangerous. Now I have to get ready for a very uncomfortable pack meeting. Yay...