Serendipity || Newt TMR || Book 1

Abditory

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Abditory
(n.) a place in which you can disappear, a hiding place
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As we ran into the maze, my breath got heavier and heavier. Gosh, I haven't done this for a while. We made it to the back wall when a maroon piece of material caught my eye - my old shirt - it was brown at this point, "It's - It's still here..." I breath while slowly coming to a stop. It was the shirt that I placed there when I was a runner, it's what signalled I was home, it what helped me when I was trapped. Newt came to a stop alongside me, looking at the shirt - a torn look on his face - he recognised it.

For a moment I could feel someone's eyes burning into the back of my head, I turned to see Gally, still in the same stance he was before. He wasn't coming with us. I look at Newt before giving the boys in the glade a small wave, then we took off after the rest of the group. I can't believe we are leaving them; it feels so wrong. Like we should have forced them to come with us. The two of us caught up to Chuck, we stayed either side of him as we ran - Newt was going surprisingly well, better than me at some points. Guess we both are a little physically broken.

I couldn't help thinking that there was a griever around every corner. It made me feel uneasy. But I kept my gaze forward, not thinking about it.

Running the maze brought back all too many memories; the mapping, the small picnics us runners would have when it was safe, the times we would accidentally run into each other because we were too busy looking at the map. I used to find joy in it, but now, now I just feel terror. We had made it through majority of the maze, and had finally reached Section Seven, I don't remember this part at all.

Thomas had stopped us just behind a long corridor, just has he looked around the corner, he was already facing back to us, "Is it a griever?" Chuck asked innocently, to think that him, Thomas, and Teresa have been here for such a little time makes me feel so queasy, that they barely even got to live before risking their lives.

Thomas gave a slight nod, looking back down to the boy, "Yeah..." while gripping his spear tightly, Chuck looked back to me only to whisper a quick 'shit.'

"You take this, Chuck. Stay behind us." Minho said while handing Chuck the thing that they took from the griever, we discovered it was some type of key.

I hadn't noticed but I gripped my bow tighter in my hand, my stomach was turning, I let out a shuttered sigh as I looked up to the see the blue sky. A hand made its way to around mine, encasing both my hand and the bow handle in his. My gaze changed to be fixed on him, he doesn't say anything but the look he was giving me I could tell what he meant. "Me too." I say, before I place a soft kiss on his cheek. I love him too.

We step to the front of the group, just as Thomas was giving the speech of all speeches, "Once we are through, it'll activate, and the door will open. Alright? We stay close, we stick together, we get through this. We get out now or we die trying." Thomas says as he stamps his spear on the concrete below our feet.

I step forward to beside Thomas, bow in hand, I give him a soft look, "Ready?" I whisper and he nods, I swiftly step into the corridor, nocking by bow and quickly firing at the animal metres ahead of me, "Now!" I scream though my throat begins to scream back at me, the bruises still prominent on my skin. The arrow lodges itself in the griever, causing it to run at the group that was now running towards it.

Spears, knives, anything you could imagine was being shoved, and thrown at the creature. Screaming from both the griever and us echoed through the corridor. Out of the corner of my eye I see Chuck run towards the edge of the pathway, "No! The Key!" He screamed while running after the key that was falling.

Quickly I push my way towards the small boy, "Chuck! Watch the edge!" I yell, by the time I get to him he is halfway over the edge, I hear a faint 'oh no' from the boy before getting yelled at by him to pull him up. "I've got you!" As I pull him to his feet, it seemed as though he brought two new grievers with him. "Come on. Thomas! Newt! Guys!" I scream as we begin to run away from the creatures. I throw my knife at the closest griever, as I do an excruciating pain shot through my back; I had to push it aside if a wanted any of us to survive. The boys run at the new grievers, spears in hand as I call out, "Teresa!" I yell getting her attention, "Go with Chuck to the door, keep him safe!" I push Chuck towards her before running to help the boys.

As we push the griever away from the door, I see for a split-second Newt give me a worried look as I helped fight a creature I've been terrified of for so long. Firing all my arrows at the grievers we take one down, throwing it off the edge. The last one was pushing us back towards where Teresa and Chuck were, I used my last arrow, shooting the griever in the mouth but it was no use, we were still getting beat. "Thomas! We need a code! 8 numbers!" Teresa called out.

Thomas began thinking out loud, "Eight sections of the maze..." He thought before calling out, "Hey Minho! What's the sequence?!" Only to be met with Minho's 'What?' So, he tried again, "The sections of the maze, what's the sequence?"

Then Minho started calling out the numbers, "Seven, One, Five Two! Uhm, Six, Four!"

Out of nowhere, Newt screamed out, "Heads up!" I looked up to see a griever falling from the top of the maze walls, landing straight on top of Minho. "Minho!"

Minho groaned as he pushed the creature away from him, "Unh! Get off me!" Without thinking, Jeff raced forward, stabbing the griever, allowing Minho to get out from underneath.

"NO!" I rasped, "Jeff! No!"

"Eight!"

I got pulled back into the concrete pipe by someone, stopping me from racing forward to save Jeff.

"Three! You got it?"

Suddenly the concrete slabs began to close crushing the grievers in their path, just as one dove for us, Thomas threw a spear, in great timing causing the terrifying beast to get crushed. Its goo spilling from underneath the concrete, we only saw it for a second before we were closed into the tube and darkness surrounded us.

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