Hello lovely people! GG here, with my first Maze Runner story. I feel this is long overdue, seeing as it is one of my favorite series of all time. I've read the first book 8 times. Not even kidding about that…
Anyway, the events will be ones from the book (with my own spin on them), not from the movie, so if you have only seen the movie, you may be confused about some things. Also, read the book! It's AMAZING!

CHAPTER 1

My name is Ghost. I must not interfere.

That is all I know about myself. Not a single personal fact, no name or face of any family. The only memories I have are of the Maze, running its passages, climbing its walls. I don't know what I look like, because I've never looked in a mirror. The boys have mirrors, I bet, back in their little hide-away. The Glade, they call it.

I've never been inside, only gazed upon it from atop the towering walls or in the caves close to the Doors. I don't know much about them, only that they live in comfort within the safety of their walls. Only a few brave souls dare venture into the endless labyrinth that is my home. The Runners.

They are the only thing I have to go on about human abilities, and from what information I've gathered, I have some pretty strange ones. Ordinary humans can't jump a hundred feet straight in the air, or hear grievers coming from miles away. Ordinary humans don't glow in the dark.

Yeah, you heard me right. I glow in the dark. My skin glows a light blue, so I can navigate at night and see in the dark. That's also where I get my name. The Gladers have never seen me, but they have caught a glimpse of my glow through a window they have that they use to show new boys the Grievers. Some of the Runners have seen my shadow turning corners. I'm a mystery to them, so they call me the Phantom.

My feet pound soundlessly against the cracked concrete ground of the corridors of the Maze. My breathing is heavy but even, due to my superhuman stamina. I run the passages without thinking, body moving on its own, as if on autopilot. I stopped having to focus on remembering how to get where I want to go long ago. Now, every twist and turn is on instinct, and my spirits soar with the exhilaration of running.

I got so caught up in the feeling of freedom that running gives me that I forgot I was being chased. The whirs and clicks of the Griever pursuing me spur on, and I push to go faster and faster. Gradually, I put more and more distance between me mad the monster, until I can no longer hear its moans. I keep running, knowing I'm close to my one of my favorite caves. The sun is going down, and as it gets darker, my skin starts to take on a blue tinge which grows into a bright glow that illuminates the passage around me.

I skid to a stop and stand at the base of the wall, head turned upwards. The entrance is well hidden, and could only be found if you knew what you were looking for. Of course, I didn't even have to look anymore. I knew exactly where it was, and just how high I had to jump. I shifted on my feet ever so slightly, bent my knees, and leapt straight up. I reached out my hands and grabbed the ivy that covered the entrance. The sudden stop sent a familiar jolt through my muscles, something that used to be one of many things that caused me pain when I first arrived, but was now so normal that it didn't even sting. My feet slid through the curtain of ivy and onto the solid floor of the cave, and the rest of my body followed in suit. My glow cast the darkness from the cave as it filled with blue light.

It was among the biggest of the secret caves that frequented the maze walls, 7 feet tall, 9 feet long and 6 feet deep. My supplies are piled in one corner; four canteens of water, foods such as apples, dried meat, nuts, canned goods, ect. I have only the most basic items for hygiene, and a few extra shirts and shorts. My medical supplies are limited to rolls of gauze, alcohol, a needle, and thread.

I striped down and soaked a rag cut from too-small shirts in water, rubbing the dirt and dust from my body. I poured a small amount of water onto my hair, wrung it out into a metal pitcher, repeated the process a few times, and spent a good 15 minutes teasing out the tangles with a small metal hairbrush, humming to myself. I redress and take a long sip of water before lying down to sleep.

I don't worry too much about water. I get two new canteens each morning, from a lift beneath the cave. Each morning, I wake to the familiar ding of the lift coming up, exit the cave, and slide a metal panel open to reveal a pile of supplies. I get food and water every day, new clothes when I need them, and a little treat like a new toothbrush every few months.

Out in the Maze, I am free. I can do as I wish, as long as I don't interfere. Don't interfere. That is my only rule. I get food from behind a silver panel with the word WICKED printed on it in thick black letters, and sleep in caves that frequent the walls, hidden behind curtains of ivy and unknown to all but me. We have a deal, WICKED and I. I don't mess with their plans, and they keep me hidden and fed. I have a feeling they will want to use me as a piece in their game later on, but for now I am content with the delicate balance between us.

That is, until Thomas.

Meanwhile in the glade:

"What is that thing?" Thomas demanded, turning away from the window to the blonde behind him.

"Grievers, we call 'em." Newt replied. "Nasty bugger, eh? But they're not the only thing that lurks in the Maze."

Thomas glanced back out the window. "What else is out there?" he asked.

"That's the thing." Newt said. "We don't bloody know what it is. No one's ever seen it up close. We call it the Phantom."

Thomas raised his eyebrows. "Like a ghost?"

Newt sighed. "I don't know, greenie, that's just what we call it. Every once in a while, a blue glow will come through this window. We know it ain't Grievers, because there's no sound, and the lights on Grievers are red, and not that bright. It's the bloody Phantom running by. Runners see its shadow turning corners out in the Maze, but they can never catch it."

"Is it dangerous?"

Newt shrugged. "Probably, but as far as we know, it's never done anything to us. We do our best to keep our distance. Who knows what might happen if we come face to face with it.Maybe nothing."

Thomas nodded in understanding, even though he was filled with curiosity. "Or maybe everything." He muttered, staring out the window into the darkness of the Maze, wondering about the blue glow that lived beyond the safety of the Glade.

Hey people! I hope you like this little idea I've had forever and FINALLY put into words. The next chapter takes place when Thomas, Minho, and Alby get trapped in the Maze overnight. I'll try to update as soon as possible! Review! -XOXO GG

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