The Sinister Scorch (The Girl Glader Part 2)

Chapter 2

Y/n's POV

Something cool rests against my face, trying to wake me up. Everything is hazy as I try to pry my eyes open. I can hear voices, but they sound far away, like I am hearing them from underwater. I try to pry my eyes open again as I hear someone calling my name. I hear a new voice calling my name but my eyes won't open. I still can't move my body and I internally freak out. Slowly, my feeling comes back but my movement doesn't come back much. Just as someone lifts me up and throws me over their shoulder, I hear glass shatter and soon, the person carrying me is running. I finally manage to pry my eyes open and see three guards chasing us, guns raised. They aim the guns at us and I manage to squeak out a small,

"Guns behind us." It wasn't very loud, but it was enough. We narrowly get away, somebody beside me shooting at the guards. We get to the end of a long hallway and I am set down on the ground, only to see Minho looking down at me.

"Come on, y/n." I move my eyes to look at him, weakly raising my hand to grab his. "Oh, thank God. I need you to stand up. Can you do that for me?" I nod as he holds out his hand. I take it and, using all of my strength, I pull myself to my feet. Gasping for air, I take a step, wincing and stumbling but I manage. I see the Rat Man coming down the hallway with five guards behind him. "Thomas, you gotta hurry up." He says. I finally can stand without it draining all my energy and I grab a gun from Minho.

"Go help him." I order, aiming my gun at one of the guards. I shoot one, jumping back slightly from the recoil and shoot again. Everyone ducks, missing getting hit and I keep shooting, hitting one more guard, taking a step closer each time. Eventually, I run out of ammo. "Almost done there Thomas?" I ask.

"It's not working!" I sigh, throwing my gun at one of the guards. Obviously, he wasn't very good because that weak toss knocked him out. The Rat Man laughs and I put my fists up, ready for a fight. One of the guards come at me and I duck, punching him in the gut. I swing a punch at his face and send him sprawling on the ground. The other one comes charging at me, punching me in the back, knocking me onto the ground. He comes to punch me again but I block him, using my arms and legs to keep him off of me, sending excruciating pain down my leg and into my back. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Newt aiming his gun.

"When I say, fire!" I yell to Newt. He gives a slight nod and with all my strength, I push the guard off me and he stands up. "Now, Newt!" He fires the gun and hits the man, knocking him back. He fires again and the guard drops to his knees. I get to my feet and punch him in the face, knocking him out cold. I see more guards coming around the corner just as I hear Thomas yell,

"Got it!" I look to see the door open and run. I slide under just as the door closes and lay there for a moment, trembling with pain and nerves. Newt comes up to me.

"You okay?" I breathe heavily and nod, standing up before falling again.

"We gotta go." I say, looking up to see Winston, Frypan and Aris standing in front of us. There are no guards in the warehouse, unlike earlier when we arrived. I try to stand up again but my leg gives out. Newt takes my hand and I use that as a support to stand. "But I can't walk. And your arm won't support me when running." I say, sitting back down. Minho comes over and lifts me off my feet, handing me a bag to carry and hoists me onto his shoulders.

"Let's go." He says, walking towards the door. We make it through the door and more guards come chasing us and shooting at us.

We keep running until Teresa finds a hatch of some sort in the ground. Newt climbs in and Minho gently lowers me down for Newt to catch me at the bottom. I stumble into his arms. We stand there, my arms around Newt and Minho's shoulders. We make our way through, realizing that we are in a building and everyone leaves to look for clothes of some sort. I lean against a wall as I slowly walk, looking for both clothes and something to help me walk. Teresa comes up to me, a pair of black jeggings, a white tank top and a green jacket in her arms.

"Here," she says softly. "I saw these and thought you might like them." I smile and, still leaning against the wall, I slip the clothes on. They fit perfectly. She finds some clothes for her to wear as I continue to look for something to help me walk. I hear Winston call my name and I make my way to where I last saw him and Frypan. He has a set of crutches of some sort in his hands amd I wide smile on his face.

"Thought these might be good for you." He says.

"Thanks Winston! This is really great." I say, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. I test the crutches out and practice moving around in them. I practice a regular pace and a quick pace, in case we have to run from something again while my ankle heals. I run into Minho.

"Hey, that's pretty useful!" He exclaims upon seeing me. I chuckle.

"Yeah, now how are you going to get your perfect arm muscles?" I tease.

"I'll find a way."

"Run!" I hear Thomas yell.

My head whips up and I see him and Newt running, being chased by something. Minho and I start running. Everyone else runs and doesn't look back and neither do I. That is, of course, until I hear Newt yelp. I look back to see a deranged-human-looking creature on top of him. I turn back and whack it off him with my crutch. He quickly jumps to his feet and we continue running.

We reach a door and run through it, reaching a dead end. One door is locked but Thomas manages to pry it open enough to get through. In the haste of trying to get through quickly, I smack my head on the door.

Winston stays back to give us some time to get through before trying to get through himself. The creatures catch up to him and try to pull him back but we hang on. I hand my crutch and he grabs it. The others get behind me and together, we manage to pull him out and get the door shut. We get back up and running again, before I fall over a cliff, hitting my head even more. This fall, leads to us finding shelter behind some kind of cliff in an area undereath it. Hopefully, since it is still dark out, the creatures won't be able to find us. I sit there, leg sticking out slightly, head leaning against Newt's chest, his arm wrapped around me, pulling me close, his head leaning against mine. Every so often, he places a kiss to my forehead and pulls me closer to him. Eventually, after hiding there for a few hours, we all start to fall asleep, soft snores coming from all of the Gladers.