Tʜᴇ Mᴀᴢᴇ Rᴜɴɴᴇʀ - Sᴇᴍɪ-Aᴅᴠᴀɴᴄᴇᴅ (Rᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ)

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    {ɪᴄ; Cut the vines with knives when you run by, a voice told her, and watch out for grievers. They'll kill you. "Did you say something?" She'd jumped from the voice being in her head. How had that happened? Telepathy? Did that exist?

    "Nope:.." Candy said, eying her curiously. She put her hand on the walls and narrowed her eyes. "Who could have built this anyway?!" She growled, growing mad that she couldn't just relax.

    "No." Eva replied. She started walking a little further down the maze. Eva stopped. There were three choices. She looked down each of them. "Which way should I go?" She said to herself. Think about it, whoever built it might have put it where it would least likely to be chosen, so the left. But, they might have known that some one would think that so they put it completely opposite and put it straight ahead. Then, they would put it on the last choice which is the right! Eva thought. She turned to the right.

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    {ɪᴄ; "Eva, wouldn't it be better if we stayed together?" Sam sighed, following her. She marked down the path as they walked along it. She then noticed the sun was almost down, and an alarm sounded, and a screeching noise followed. "The doors," She said out loud. "The doors are closing!" She yelled, running back to the Glade.

    Eva looked back and saw the doors closing. "No!" Eva yelled, surprisingly. She ran towards the door as it started closing. She got to the door and got in just before it closed. Phew. She went back to the shack.

    Candy squealed and ran into the glade. Ron however, was a slow runner and was locked outside. "Ahhhh! Help!!" He yelled, hanging on the wall. Candie's eyes widened "Ron!" She murmured, and began searching along the wall.

    "He's stuck, he won't be able to get back in until morning." Eva told Candie. "That's why I run and exercise so much, you never know what might happen." She pointed out to Candie.

    {ᴏᴏᴄ; Hope you don't mind that Ron will most likely die out there. :/



    {ɪᴄ; Sam barely made it through the doors before they shut. Darkness soon enveloped them, and she felt worry for Ron. "Did he make it through?" Her eyes shone with worry, and she had a fearful look on her face. She sincerely hoped he had. He was the only boy in this group. She didn't understand why he was, though. The rest of them were females.

    "Even then you may not be any faster than you were before..." Candie muttered and turned away. "No, he's stuck out there. I hope he'll live." She turned "Ron! Can you hear me?" No answer. Candie felt fearful. "Hey, I just noticed something. Why is he the only guy here?"

    "I don't know." Eva said. "I do feel bad though, he might be attacked by a griever or stung." She said. Eva walked back to the shack and went upstairs. She flopped down on her bed and tried to go to sleep.

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    {ɪᴄ; Her face lost all color. That person that talked to me said something about grievers.. "The grievers are going to kill him." She then heard Candie's question. It was a great one, that she had no answer for. "Hopefully not for reproduction." She shuddered at the thought. A beetle blade - that's what she decided to call it - watched her from one of the dead trees. She noticed something. It had the letters WICKED painted on its side. What did that stand for? Did it mean that it was bad?

    Candie's face immediately flooded with red blush. "I wouldn't mind that." She said quietly, an embarrassed grin on her face. She frowned then and tried to call to Ron. Maybe her hear her if she was louder. "Wait, was the day really that short? It was noon a second ago..."

    Eva couldn't sleep with Candies yelling, she came out to hear her say she wouldn't mind it. "Ew! That's disgusting!" She said louder then usual. Eva noticed the beetle Sam was looking at. "Is that bad or good?" She questioned.

    "I reckon it's bad." Candie stared at the beetle with a pale face and dark eyes. Her hands behind her back and her face tired, she looked almost like a doll, especially in the dark. "I hope it isn't dangerous." Candie observed, blinking slowly.

    "Can we go to bed?" Eva whined. "I'm tired and you were screaming at the top of your lungs for Ron." Eva complained. She stared at the beetle, sort of scared that a dangerous thing is trapped with them.

    "I'm tired too but Ron could be killed out there!" She murmured with fear, moving behind Sam so the thing couldn't see her anymore. Candie was tempted to shoot the thing, but she didn't for some reason.

    Eva rolled her eyes. "Do you think you can do anything about it? Prevent his death? He can't even hear you non the less you can hear him! We will find out tomorrow if he is alive or not." Eva freaked out. She got grumpy if she didn't sleep.

    "You seem not to care that someone could die." Candie growled. "Why don't you just go to bed now? There's nobody keeping you from it!" She crossed her arms. "At least some people know how to care about others." She snorted and looked at the beetle again.

    {ᴏᴏᴄ; Dunno how to explain a pissed off voice. Just hoping everyone can think of what I mean, LOL.



    {ɪᴄ; Sam felt a surge of anger overwhelm her when Candie said she wouldn't mind it, and her face even turned a bit red. She resisted the urge to slap her. "Okay, go to bed. We need the sleep." She said in a pissed off voice. She was worried about Ron dying. Please don't die, Ron. I love you, she thought right before she lay down. She felt stupid thinking this after they'd just met. And now he was probably going to die. Several tears fell down her face, and she cocooned herself under the blankets before falling asleep.

    Candy walked upstairs and picked a bed, and she snuggled up there. Slowly but surely, she began to fade away and dream about what would happen in the Glade.


    Candie was in an old Indian outfit (remember its a dream) and was walking along the grass in pursuit of a cow. She didnt care that the slashers were the ones to hunt, not the second in command, but she could t help it. She swung her sword down on the cow eventually and looked away from the blood. Ron walked up to her. "Nice kill, but shouldn't the slashers do that babe?" He chuckled and kissed her forehead, putting a hand on the dead cow. "I'll take this to the cook." Ron murmured and began dragging it off.


    Meanwhile, Ron was running through the begginning of the maze to avoid a griever, and he even had to climb the wall a bit and hold onto the vines to keep him steady there.