The Boy With the Blonde Hair

Our Last Stand

A/N: I'm thinking of torturing you guys by making this chapter very sad. Sorry(?)
We all formed a line in front of the doors leading to the maze that held too many mysterious secrets. I still had my hand clasped around Newt's. Frypan asked, "Should we go now?" Minho stepped up.
"We will get going. Grace and Newt, stay up front with me. Fry, bring up the rear with Clint." he was a good leader, even though it was hard to admit. I trudged ahead with the two boys as we descended into the deep dark maze.
We traveled for a while until I stopped us. "Can we please do some running here? I have way to much angry energy." I said a little frustrated. Minho looks a little surprised because he raised him eyebrows at Newt and shrugged.
"Anyone up to getting out of her can follow us and like it. The rest of you shanks can go back with Gally to the Glade." he warned. I sighed and started running. Finally, some action came.
We rounded a corner and Minho came to an abrupt stop. he held out a hand to motion us to stop as well. "Griever?" I mouthed. he just gulped and I took that as a yes.
I looked straight into Newt's eyes and said, "If I don't make it out alive, then I want you to know that I love you. Its for the best." I have him a big kiss on the lips. I gripped my spear and charged to the grievers who were just waiting for us at their home.
Newt seemed to register what was happening too late. He ran to me and screamed, "No!!!" But again, too late. Ever since Thomas's death, I had changed. These was less reason in living now that my best friend wad gone.
I made my decision and with tears in my eyes, I took my last steps toward the monsters. "I love you Newt. get them out." I closed my eyes and just hoped they would know what I was doing.
I screamed and let the rivers turn their attention to me. They ripped me to shreds until I was nothing, nothing. The last word I heard were, "No. Please stay." with small sobbing. Then, the world went dark, and I lost all consciousness.

NEWTS POV:

I can't believe she's doing this. No this isn't real. I must be dreaming. The Gracie I know would never give up like that. And now she's gone. I lost my girl, my world, my everything.
I slouched at her side, sobbing and crying my eyes out. "No. Please stay. I love you.". I cradled her head in my arms, blood dripping down from every scratch, wound and scar from those Grievers. I couldn't breath. I did not accept it.
"Wake up! Grace! Please, baby wake up!" I screamed and shouted until my lungs were screaming for air and my throat burned. I turned around to the group of boys with tears streaming down my face. The grievers seemed to have left, that they have done their business.
And that only made my desire to destroy whoever sent us here grow.

A/N: wow guys I cried again. I am so depressing! This is so sad I'm sorry. just go with it she's dead. Next chapter might be happier...or not. 😈. Love you guys! This chapter is nominated to Just-Another-Glader !!!!! I love your enthusiasm in the comments. Keep reading guys!!!

COMMENT

VOTE

FOLLOW

EAT.
Byeeeeee😄