The Girl Glader (Updated, edited and revised version)

Chapter 10: RUN RUN AS FAST AS YOU CAN

"Minho," I whisper, listening to the sound of scraping metal coming closer with each second. "What's that noise?"

He stops, turning an ear to listen. His eyes widen and it looks like he is about panic.

"A Griever," he whispers. He grabs my hands and turns back the way we just came from. We get around a few corners before he stops. His breathing has quickened and I can see him shaking slightly. I stop to listen as he catches his breath. "How are you not freaking out?"

"Because," I start. "I have been watching you all day and I have seen you work. I also know that if we work together, we can do this." I stop to listen more, listening to the scraping. I now hear two different sounds coming from either side of us. "Okay," I squat down beside him. "There are two. One on either side of us. You ready?"

"To die?" He shakes his head. "No." I roll my eyes, placing my hand on his shoulder and standing up. I pull Minho to his feet and turn to face the Griever that sounds closest.

"Alright, we just have to work together. We got this." I grab his hand, trying to calm him down a bit more. He looks at me and smiles slightly.

I pull the knives I grabbed this morning from the Map Room from my backpack. Minho does the same. We take a deep breath as we see the first Griever come around the corner. We nod at each other and before Minho can move, I run and slide under the Griever.

"Oi, shuckface!" I yell at it, trying to grab its attention. Slowly, it turns towards me.

Getting into defensive mode, I wait for it to advance. I can see Minho run down a corridor as the other Griever chases him. I take a deep breath, gather myself and jump onto the Griever, stabbing it with my knives. It swings around, trying to knock my off and I stab it again. Finally, it manages to get me off and throws me into a wall. I get back up, and slide under it again, slicing it as I go. Goo spurts out from it and it makes a screeching noise. I stand up, wincing as my leg shoots up with pain. The Griever turns on me and I run (with a huge limp slowing me down) down the corridor I saw Minho run down. I see him running from the Griever, heading in my direction. Taking a deep breath, I turn back to my Griever and watch as it moves closer. I look at my surroundings and realize that we are pretty close to the Cliff. I turn back to Minho.

"Minho, come with me!" I grab his hand, pulling him towards the Griever that was chasing him.

"No. No, no, no. Y/n, no!" He cries.

"Slide!" I yell, dropping to slide. He follows suit and we slide, quickly getting back up. I wince, taking a sharp intake of breath and run. I run, Minho following close behind, towards the Cliff, trying to map out the way in my head.

One turn, two, three, turn after turn. Grievers close behind.

"Y/n, are you crazy? Please tell me you have a plan!" Minho yells. I see the Cliff looming out before us. I run to the edge, turning to Minho and the Grievers.

"Yes, I have a plan. We need to get the Grievers over the edge of the Cliff but I need your help. One is injured but the other is still full strength. If we can get the stronger one over, we can get it to take the weaker one down with it." I explain. "And hopefully not go over with it..." I add.

"Yeah, that'd be nice." The Grievers advance. "Okay, here we go. Hopefully this works."

"It will." I wait for the Grievers to advance more before getting Minho to run to the wall opposite us. "On my signal, run as fast as you can towards me and we're going to run towards the Cliff. Ready?"

"No," he mutters, running to the other wall.

He looks at me and the Grievers get closer. When they are only about a foot away from us, I nod to Minho and we run towards the Cliff. The Grievers quicen behind us and t the last second, we jump out of the way. As the Grievers tumble, one of them grabs my leg, pulling me down with them. I manage to grab a hold of the edge of the Cliff, preventing myself from being pulled down completely and feel the Griever shredding my leg as it falls.

"Y/n!" I hear Minho yell just before I see his face pop over the edge. "Oh thank goat." He mutters.

"Yeah, I'm alive. Now help me out of here." He grabs my hand and helps to pull me up. As he pulls me over the edge, I collapse and roll onto my back, panting.

"Are you shucking crazy?" He yells, slapping my arm. "That was stupid, irresponsible, nearly got yourself killed,"

"Saved your life, saved my life, got my leg sliced to bits. Yeah, you're welcome, by the way." I retort, standing up wih a wince.

"You're right. I'm sorry. Thank you." He says, moving to place my arm around his shoulder.

"No, I'm okay. I can walk." I look up at the sky. "Now let's get back before the Door shuts. I don't really want to get stuck out here with anymore Grievers for today."

"Good call."

We make our way back to the Glade, with me limping and Minho panting, fussing every so often, saying I should let him help me. He figures that my ankle is sprained and my leg is completely torn so that can't be too good.

We make it back just before the Door closes, only to find all the boys huddled at the Door waiting for us.

"What the shuck happened? Why the shuck are you guys back so late and what the shuck happened to her leg?" Newt cries. "Medjacks! We need Medjacks!"

"Newt, I'm fine," I say, placing a hand on his shoulder, both to comfort him and to support myself without really realizing it. "I already checked it over. It's alright. I just sprained it when the Griever threw me against the wall. And the cuts are only a little deep-"

"Excuse me? Griever? You came across a bloody Griever? Minho!" He whips his head towards Minho.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry." Minho starts.

"Excuse me! Can I finish what I was saying? Clint, Jeff. Can you guys bring the stitching supplies. I am going to need a few stitches in my leg."

"Alright, you, " Newt says, pointing to me. "Go with the Medjacks and get yourself fixed up. You," he says, threateningly pointing at Minho. "Come with me. You are going to explain exactly what happened."

"Yes sir." I say, saluting. I turn to Clint and Jeff. "Hey..."

"Nuh uh, you're coming with us an telling us exactly what happened because we want to know."

After telling the story to Clint and Jeff as the stitch up my leg, I sit on the edge of the bed in the Medjack hut. They told me I wasn't allowed to leave the bed until morning, so here I am. Newt comes in, two plates of food in his hands.

"Hey, I heard you were bedridden so..." he hands me a plate and I take it gratefully.

"Thanks." I take a bite and look at him. "So, I suppose Minho told you the whole story?"

"About how when he ran and you fought? About how you are the reason you are both still alive? About how it was your idea to get the Grievers to fall off the Cliff? Yeah, he told me." He says, eyes wide and nodding.

"Good, because I didn't know how I was going to tell you about almost falling off the Cliff." I mutter. He chokes on his food and drops his plate, food splattering everywhere.

"I'm sorry, what? You almost fell off the Cliff? Minho never told me that!" He yells. I flinch and he notices. "I'm sorry, " he says, face softening slightly. "It's just...I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." I shift my weight so I am closer to him and pull him into a hug.

"Don't worry, you're not getting rid of me that easy." I smile.