Maze Runner Janson の小説・ストーリー

"Then shall we go?" Jason was tall and muscular, with thick brown hair, amber eyes and a dimple. Just looking at him made Miranda's mouth water. Jesus, girl. Maybe B.J.'s right and you're letting things get out of control. This is the hired help, for God's sake. But regardless of the magnificence of the scenery as they drove down the coast highway, she had a hard time tearing her eyes away from the hunk driving the car.

He just stood there looking and waiting for him. “What’s with this people?” he asked breathing hard sitting on his knees. He looked at the man who just stood there. After a couple of more deep breathes he stood upright. He looked behind her. The crazy woman was slowly coming his way too. “Jack, where are you? Jazz…” he asked softly. He looked up and down but there seemed to be no way the only path straight into the thick bush. Jason dived into the bush crawling until he somehow managed to find a clearing. Once back on his feet he starts moving forward. He hears all kinds of noise. His heart beat was fast, he was thirsty and hungry.

He couldn't help but drink the glass given to him by Vivian. "You know what, sir? Today I was upset because I couldn't help my friend." Vivian re-entered the room, and saw the old man trying to breathe while holding his chest. "You Alpa's can't think a little more humanly huh? the type of you guys just a piece of trash." Vivian didn't care about Jason. "It's hot!" "Hot!" That was the only word Janson kept repeating each time. His body was burning and blistering, and she was thirsty to death, so he grabbed another drink from the water container in front of her, only to find that he was still burning.

"Do it! Or we all die!" Jack looked at the helicopter circling back for another run. He looked at the black water. He cursed. He gunned the engine. His snowmobile leaped forward, but it didn't have enough runway to reach top speed. Sebastian’s snowmobile roared up behind him. CRUNCH. Sebastian rammed the front of his machine into the back of Jack’s sled. The Ratnik-3 Exoskeleton whirred as Sebastian stood up on the pedals, using his enhanced strength to force the machine down, creating more traction.

Scanning, like he was checking for landmines. Jaxon was the next one to show up. His hair was mussed. Hoodie sleeves pushed up to show the fresh ink that was curling around his forearms. Sunglasses were still on despite the dim tunnel lights. He walked with a slight hitch— subtle. But Marek still noticed it. Of course he did. “Morning cap.” Jaxon said to him. His voice was deliberately casual. Too casual. As he sat down beside Marek. Marek grunted. He didn’t even look at him yet. He just started tapping his stick.

She gives me a warning look, concern etched across her face. Alright. Time to go. I walk toward the door where Mason is waiting. Just as I reach it, Brent shouts, “But the race! The hour’s not up yet!” Ah, crap. The bet. I pause and turn back. “I know what I want,” Jace’s voice cracks like a whip, commanding everyone’s attention. “If I win,” he continues in a dark tone, “you’ll be my personal assistant for two weeks.” My heart sinks in my body. His personal assistant? No way.

he grinned, and I heard his bones breaking. I rolled my eyes and cautioned him, “Don’t break anything.” It wasn’t like he could break anything, though. This space was huge and spacey, with nothing except for the glass windows. Jaxon’s wolf, Rhun, as a Beta wolf, was nearly as big as an Alpha, and it was somewhat beautiful with dark brown fur. “Ready whenever,” he taunted me through our mindlink. I snorted and cast a spell to immobilize him, but still, he could evade it.

This guy! Jason came walking over with his bow and arrow with the little super ninja behind him, and the women came out of nowhere with their nosy asses. Kat was still looking ripe after giving birth to the last set of twins I'd dropped in her, Casey and Cade, who were toddling along beside her as she and her crew came to stick their noses in. "Jason, you and Nia are the only level ten grandmasters that exist that I know of as of now." Mancini beamed with pride, and I rolled my eyes.

He must be the male lead on our floor for Audrina to not have a snarky response to him informing her I’m good at something. “Whatever, if we lose this challenge because she’s here, I’m going to blame you and you both can do the punishment together for the whole team.” “Suits me.” Tall guy says. “Name’s John, but everyone calls me ‘Tracker.’ We have to get all 20 of us across and down in the shortest amount of time. We have been doing training drills for a few weeks, stick close to me, you seem to read the room pretty well. Any suggestions, I’ll take them, but watch first to gather intel.”

I was actually thinking of how we'd enjoy the race, racing on plain sands Maya groaned. “This is why we sign weavers.” Jaxon continued, ignoring the muttering. “You will follow the track as marked. Your goal is to reach the finish line. But remember, your real obstacle is not the track.” He paused dramatically. “It’s each other.” The crowd screamed. Maya clicked her tongue. “He enjoys stirring violence way too much.” “No,” I muttered. “He’s trying to keep them from killing each other.” “Same difference.”