" 𝐴 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛 "
In which Aife leads her boys to freedom, with the help of a boy named Thomas.
Iғ Yᴏᴜ Aɪɴᴛ Sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ʏᴏU ᴀɪɴᴛ ʜUᴍᴀɴ
丂ㄩ尺ᐯ|ᐯㄖ尺丂
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"I'm not proud of what i've done, but i did it for you. It was all for you." ____________________
Newtand Aife looked at each other before they ran to see what all the commotion was about, the other gladers following behind them. Thomas ran out of the dead-heads screaming for help. His chest was heaving as he glanced over his shoulder.
He made his way over to them and Aife noticed someone following behind him. Ben. He tackled Thomas to the floor and pinned him down by his forearms.
"I'll kill you!" Ben wrapped his hands tightly around Thomas's neck. Aife noticed Thomas was beginning to grow purple as he clawed at Bens arms in an attempt to get him to release his grip, but it was no use. Newt held a shovel in his hands and smacked Ben right in the face, causing him to fly off of Thomas and loosen his hold.
Aife helped up Thomas and stared at ben as her heart dropped.
The boys were pinning down Ben, a line of blood dripped towards his cheek from the impact of the shovel.
"Yo, What the hell happened?" The girl demanded for an answer. Thomas frantically replied, "He just attacked me!"
She made her way towards Ben and watched him, the look in his eyes was all too familiar. She clenched her jaw and ordered, "Lift his shirt, now."
Bens face grew terrified and he began to plead against it, shaking his head violently in protest, but they didn't listen. They lifted Bens shirt and we were greeted with a black hole in his stomach that was surrounded by black, blue and red veins. Bens eyes were nearly black. His blond hair was damp and fell over his forehead. The color of his face looked as if it had been drained completely.
His breathing was severely uneven. He had tears rolling down his face, but not sad tears. Angry tears.
The boys slightly grimaced at it, Gally spoke out and stated the obvious, "He's been stung."
"In the middle of the day?" One of the gladers asked with a confused tone laced within his voice.
The struggling boy was panting heavily as he watched the girl. The other gladers glanced at her and waited for her call.
"No- No Aife please-"
"Put him in the pit."
He began to scream against it as the gladers forcefully picked him up and dragged him away. She shut her eyes and let out a sigh as she comprehend the fact that she now have to banish one of her closest friends.
