𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐘//𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐗𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

The Final Battle

Thomas came to a stop. The torturous jogging halted. He peeked around the corner we were glued next too, taking a quick glance before flipping back around to us. He gulped, tightening his grip on the spear he was holding.

"Is it a griever?" Chuck asked with a fearful doe eyed look.

"Yeah." Thomas whispered, his ribs expanding and falling rapidly.

"Shit." Chuck groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. I was surprised that he cursed. He almost never cursed. Although with everything we'd been through I couldn't blame him. Just overnight he had looked like he had aged a year or two. But those soft eyes still remained the same old Chuck. Still childish and warm.

"Take this Chuck." Minho handed the boy the presumed key. Our way out. "Stay behind us." Chuck turned the key over, his shoulders hunched over.

"You're gonna be with me, okay." I messed up his hair, putting an arm around his shoulder. Butterflies fluttered in my own stomach. They swarmed around, bumping into ribs and organs. I couldn't show anything I felt. Even if I wanted to piss myself. I had to put on a good face for Chuck. "You know I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." I muttered in his ear.

"As long as you let me protect you too." He whispered back. Chuck really was a sweet kid. I had to protect him. No matter what. He was the last bit of innocence we carried with us. My last glimmer of hope.

"Just think of how sick we'll look when we tell this story to Oprah."

"Yeah." Chuck's smile reassured not only me but himself. His shoulders straightened out as he lifted his posture. We had made it. This was it. The sweat stained on all our shirts and skin only showed our grittiness. How we clung to the idea of freedom. The war we had been put through would be over. After one final battle.

"Once we're through it'll activate and the door will open." Thomas gestured at the key, he seemed so confident yet frightened. Showing the true form of courage. "Alright we stay close, we stick together, we get through this. We get out now or we die trying."

"That was beautiful." I joked, hoping that teasing him would ease my nerves. "You should really be a motivational speaker after this."

"You're really joking right now?" Newt hissed, poking me in the back.

"I saw an opportunity and I took it." I forced a smirk on my face, hoping my demeanor would follow. "Fuck off Amphibaboy."

"Oh that is really classy y/n." Newt scoffed, continuing to bicker with me back and forth until Thomas interrupted.

"Alright." He pulled our attention away from our quarrel. "Let's go!" Thomas exclaimed, piercing the sky with his spear. We turned the corner, all of us charging full speed into the nest of grievers.

My body screamed at me to turn back. To cower away back into Gally's arms. But still I ran. Thinking of Zart. About his mangled body. I had to avenge him. Avenge all of them.

"I'm gonna fucking kill this Griever fuck!" I shouted, fighting my winded lungs. The creature galloped toward us. Showing no signs of stopping. I wielded my knife with me. My special one. If I had it with me I was safe. Everything was going to be fine. Everything.

The Griever roared, spraying spit on us. Boys screamed, not caring to wipe it off. We got closer and closer and closer. Until we met.

People in the front jammed their spears towards the monster. It slipped to the left, narrowly falling off of the cliff like platform we were on to avoid us. The griever took it's claws, stabbing them back in the stone to regain it's footing. Boys took advantage of it's disposition, attacking with their toothpick like spears.