" 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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"If you defy us, you are not with us." _________________________
All that could be heard in the council hall was the shakiness of their breathing and the heavy purrs of the beast that stood outside, stalking them like as if they're its prey. Slowly, they backed away from the door and they remained as silent as one can be. Then, the griever shook against the door, causing some of the gladers to shudder in fear. There were stomps all around them, another purr erupted from the monster and with a quick movement, the griever was on top of the hut, causing them to gasp.
There was dust falling from the unstable ceiling with each step it took, they cautiously followed its movements. Then, a growl was sounded and the ceiling now had a hole in it, along with a griever claw. All of the sticks from the ceiling fell on top of all of them, causing everyone to fall to the ground. Aife crouched and put her hands over her head.
Gradually, they all helped each other up, yet they remained quiet. Until she heard a muffled noise.
"Help!" A voice sounded. A boy has his legs covered in sticks, his upper body was facing them as he laid on his stomach. She reached her hand out, but before she could grab his, he was snatched away and his screams soon faded as he was dragged off.
They backed into the middle and frantically whipped their heads around, trying to see every angle of what could possibly happen next. The claw broke through the wall and everyone backed away.
Except for Chuck.
He screamed out as my eyes widened and the claw grabbed him, it lifted him in the air, but she quickly grabbed onto his arm and began pulling him.
"Ah! Help!" He yelled as the other gladers latched onto him.
"Chuck, don't let go!" Thomas yelled at him, Chuck sarcastically remarked back, "Yeah, obviously!"
If it was in any different situation, Aife would have laughed, but she didn't. All of a sudden, she heard a battle cry come from Albys throat, he ran towards the grievers claw with a thick piece of wood and began beating it continuously, causing sparks to fly off. With each hit, the more it loosened its hold on chuck.
The griever let go and chuck fell to the ground, she fell to her knees and immediately cupped his cheek as she looked at him, "Chuck, are you okay?"
"Yeah, thanks Alby." He nodded. Alby let out a sigh of relieve but Thomas then screamed out, causing her heart to jump a couple beats.
