(𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕)~ 𝚖𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛

8. 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚎

flashback

I had been here for nearly a week now and it was time to do the last job, a runner.

Newt had told me about how no one wanted to be a runner, which scared me a little I mean if a group of fifty boys didn't want to be a runner there must be a reason.

Ive been told about the grieves but Minho said that they only come out at night so I should be fine.

it was early in the morning when Minho woke me up and helped me get ready, every second my nerves growing and my heart rate getting faster. finally after what felt like a lifetime the doors to the maze opened.

"you ready, princess?" Minho smirked at me, making me even more nervous.

"as ready as I'll ever be" I smiled as he gave my hand a squeeze, leading me into the death trap that was known as the maze.

Minho stayed with me the whole way and it was fine for most of the run but as we were making our way back to the glade, a rumble shook through the walls, causing Minho to stop.

"what was that?" I looked at him, fear washing over me

"griever. come on we gotta go" Minho ran ahead, but me? I was frozen. I couldn't move. the rumbles got louder and by now I could hear tapping. loud tapping like metal. i turned around to see a huge beast like creature turn the corner, looking me right in the eye. i mentally told myself to move but nothing happened. the monster got closer to me and as it did i began to feel less afraid. i couldn't understand why, but my fear slowly became almost gone. scared to move, i watch in silence as the griever passed me, unbothered by my presence. confusion took over my body as i was now finally able to move and make my way back to the glade, deciding not to say a word to anyone what had happened.

end flashback 

i looked around me, seeing the boys i once loved like family now being tossed like rag dolls by the grievers and i couldnt do anything to save them. before anyone could move, the deadly sound of a griever made it's way to us, causing everyone to freeze in fear. just before it got to us, i lifted my arms up in defence, as did a lot of people, but what was weird was the griever set on fire?  before i had time to question what happened, Newt grabbed my hand and led me towards everyone else.

"in here! come on!" Thomas ushered everyone into the hut closest to us. once we were all in, Thomas and Newt blocked all the doors, making sure there was no way for a griever to get to us. what we didnt thing aboubt was if the spider-slug could climb, and of course, it could.

"Chuck stay by my side, dont move and dont make a sound, got it?" i turned my head to Chuck, seeing him nod i look back to the griever. the manmade creature now right above me and Chuck i grab his hand, pulling him closer to me protectively. only the breathing of the gladers could be heard.

the next few seconds were peaceful almost, but in the blink of an eye, the griever crashed down from the roof, sending us all flying to the sides of the hut. 

"Chuck? Chuck where are you?" panic stared to fill my body as the small boy was no where to be seen

"i'm here, i'm here" i grabbed the boy into a tight hug, telling myself not to let him go again.

"everyone alright?" Thomas asked, looking at the other gladers, just getting nods and mumbles in return. i felt a hand in mine and i turned to see Newt

"it's gonna be alright love, i promise." he gave me a sweet smile which i tried to return.

"help!" Clint was stuck under some sticks, making Thomas and Newt rush to his side but before they got a chance to pull him out, he was dragged from behind, letting out screams of terror.

"Clint! No!" Jeff tried to bolt forward to save his friend but before he could, Frypan and Winston held him back.

soon it fell silent again, making everyone's fear rise once more. suddenly, i felt the presence of Chuck vanish causing me to spin around and see one of the grievers had a hold of his body. i quickly grabbed his arms and used all of my strength to pull him back down, with the help of Thomas of course, but we weren't strong enough. the griever had made it's choice and got ready to sting Chuck, but before it could get close Alby picked up a huge stick and hit the grievers...arm? claw? stinger? not the time to think about this, Cara 

eventually the griever leg go of Chuck, sending us three down to the floor.

"oh my god Chuck, are you okay?" i started to check every inch of him to make sure he wasn't hurt.

"i'm okay, thanks" me, Thomas and Chuck picked ourselves up and got back into the moment, and just as we did, the griever came back. this time it grabbed Alby, and this time i don't think it intended on letting go.

"Alby!" Thomas tried to pull him back down as i looked for a way to help, but before anyone could move Alby was gone. Gone. GONE. that same word replayed in my mind as i watched Alby get further and further away. 

we all stood in silence, not sure of what to do. there was nothing we could do. nothing. nothing? no. there has to be something we can do. i made my way past everyone and opened the doors, now realising how destroyed our glade really was. everything was on fire or broken.

the glade, our home, was ruined.

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