THE ERROR (Newt Fanfiction)

Slice: Chapter 12

Hey! Part of this chapter was inspired by a fellow Newt Fanfiction, though I forgot the name. If any of you know it, please comment below, its amazing!

        Another roar scrapes through the air and Minho grabs Kayla's left bicep.

"COME ON!"

Kayla is frozen in terror, her feet planted to the ground, the world spinning.

"KAYLA!"

Small breaths escape the thin gap in her mouth and the roars grow louder with each one.

Minho pulls her arm and she stumbles towards him a few feet, though her body refuses to move. Minho curses under his breath and lets go. He steps forward and raises his left hand. Turning it to the back, he slaps Kayla on her left cheek, instinctively causing her to turn her head. She snaps back to her senses and Minho grabs her again.

"RUN!!!"

Kayla starts running, her heart pounding with fear and each thump of her shoes on the stone causing more and more adrenaline pumping through her veins. Minho is half dragging her, her ankle holding back the slight energy she has and she struggles to keep up with the experienced Runner. The griever roars scream in her ears and she can hear the clang of metal on stone ringing behind them. Another shriek follows. Minho speeds up, Kayla tries to and her lungs feel like they are going to burst, the sting burning within her like fire. 

They keep running, minute after minute, never slowing down. Sweat consumes Kayla's body and her ankle sends waves of discomfort up her leg. The sky darkens and more screams are heard behind them. Then, they die down, ceasing to silence. Minho stops running, putting a finger to his lips. The silence is even scarier and more uncomfortable than the screams, and they slowly step forward, Kayla a few paces ahead of Minho. Ten seconds pass... a few more. Kayla can feel her heart pounding in her chest and sweat dripping down her face. 

Suddenly, a large beast drops from above and lands ten feet in front of the two panting teens. It's robotic lengs click against the ground and metal against metal sounds as blades and scissors release from it's slimy skin. Kayla screams bloody murder, then stiffens, glaring, and prepared to fight. Minho unsheathes his long dagger again and grips it tightly in his right hand.

The griever leaps and lands about two feet in front of Kayla. Minho takes her hand and squeezes it, pulling her to run. Then, the griever strikes. It takes a long, silver blade on its right side and lashes forward.

Ssssslllliiiccckkk.

The razor sharp blade rips through her tank top and slides across the lower half of Kayla's thin stomach. Blood seeps from the wound, pouring down below her shorts and onto the cold stone floor. She gasps, blood spurting from between her lips.

"KAYLA!!!!!"

She collapses to the ground. Minho then runs forward, screaming, and slams his dagger into the grievers head. It shrieks like a wild ape and spins, crawling deeper into the maze, the end of his weapon sticking out of it's skull. 

He turns to Kayla and crouches down beside her, placing his left hand below her head.

"Come on, come on! Don't leave me!"

She tries to speak, but more blood bubbles from her mouth.

Minho looks down to her wound. He sees the torn fabric of her tank top and grabs it, ripping the end off. He quickly ties the scrap of clothing over the bleeding slice and picks her up. Carrying her bridal style, Minho runs back the way they came.

More grievers shriek in the lowering light, and his breath huffs on Kayla's neck as he holds her close.

They reach the entrance to the maze just as the doors are closing. All of the Gladers are gathered at the small opening, some sitting on the ground, most standing. Newt is pacing back and forth, his hands over his mouth in stress. Chuck looks up from his feet and points.

"There!"

Newt and all the other Gladers immediately raise their head and Newt removes his hands.

"KAYLA!!!!!!"

Minho runs faster, his feet slamming into the stone. Kayla lets her head hang to the left to see the Gladers, screaming at him to "hurry up" and "come on". Her eyelids falter and more blood drips from her lips onto Minho's left arm. The doors move closer and closer and he runs faster and faster. He exhales roughly and Kayla bounces in his arms.

Suddenly, darkness surrounds her. The shouts of the Gladers still ring and Minho still runs. Then, light. The Glade. They made it...

Minho collapses to the ground, bringing Kayla with him. Shouts and yells are heard and many people grab and pull her in all directions.

Then, warm hands wrap her into a hug. She feels herself being raised from the ground and pressed against someones chest. 

"Shhhh.... Hey, it's okay."

A familiar British accent whispers in her ear, their words fumbled against her hair, which had fallen from the pony tail.

A soft kiss is planted on her forehead. Slowly, the world around her disappears into a black abyss.