The group continues to scream, but I can't bear to look their way. I manage to prop myself up on my elbow as if I could escape, but no weapon lays around me and the griever seems too malicious to let me live. What am I going to do?
The familiar sound of a claw-like tail immediately catches my attention. The griever moves its stinger back and forth as if showing it off. The stinger shines a bright blue light, acting as a beautiful disguise for something so sickening.
"Y/N!" I hear them yell again, finally seeing them from the corner of my eye. But the griever quickly reacts and lets out its terrifying scream, stopping them before they could move closer, allowing the griever to kill me even faster.
"Desactive" A feminine voice whispers in my mind. However, it's not Teresa.
"Desactive" The voice says again, and I finally realize I can't even understand her language.
Jumping out of my thoughts, the griever averts its attention back to me and lets out another unbearable screech, it's stinger hovering above my body. I'm going to die.
"If they ever turn on you, for whatever reason. Say this word, and you'll be safe."
This voice is nothing but a stranger to me and yet I feel so drawn to it, I'm not even sure if I can trust whoever is speaking to me, but do I really have a choice? I have no weapon, no one by my side, and I can't even run. I'm completely out of options and this voice is my last hope.
The griever releases one last scream and its stinger comes flying down. I shut my eyes and turn away, covering my face with my arm.
All I can think about is death. Death, and that voice, who could be trying to kill me for all I know, but what are the odds she's trying to save me? I've had a pretty good deal with strangers lately, why not trust this one?
"DESACTIVE!"
Time seems to freeze as my own words echo in my head, it feels like hours have passed when I finally realize I'm not hurt. No sting, no pain, no death.
A giant thud suddenly booms from next to me and I open my eyes to see the griever, I instantly back away and attempt to catch my breath. I study the griever as it lies there, listening to its mechanical whirring that grows more faint as the griever doesn't move. I glance over to the griever's stinger and watch as the blue light fades away, as if it never existed.
"Y/n! Are you okay?" Teresa engulfs me into a quick hug and helps me off the ground. "Yeah, I'm fine..." I trail off, still watching the griever and waiting for it to move. "What the shuck happened?" Minho asks, poking the griever with his spear.
"I–I don't know..." I answer, and that's the solid truth. "Okay, I know we're all happy about Y/n being alive. But we're all about to die if we don't get to that Council Hall." Frypan says, pointing to the other grievers who are quickly making their way over.
"He's right, come on!" Thomas says, and we start our run back to the Council Hall as I feel someone's hand against the back of my arm. "Are you sure you're alright?" Newt asks, I glance over to him and nod, "Yeah. I'm fine."
I'm not fine.
I just killed a griever. I just killed a griever with one single word. I don't even know what it means, what language it's from, or let alone whose voice was in my head.
Thomas said he'd experienced stuff like this, in his dreams. Hearing people talking, seeing who's on the other side of this. I just don't know. None of this can be good.
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