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(Y/n) pulled Newt and Jack into the Blood hut, others following. A Glader slammed the wooden door shut, everyone hiding beneath the counters. Jack pushed against his Keeper's body as they both stared at the ceiling.
Newt felt being pushed against (Y/n) by the boy's arm. He glanced up to see (Y/n) concentrating on the roof.
Grievers clicked and their metal legs thumping against the weaved sticks. A minute of silence went by, panting and muffled crying filled the hut.
"Do you think they're gone?"
Someone asked. Instantly, a Greiver's tail stabbed through the ceiling. (Y/n) pressed his hand into Jack's mouth, muffling a scream. The three watched in horror as their friends scattered in the hut.
Many getting wrapped in metal and flew through the roof. (Y/n) felt tears on his hand, watching helplessly as his friends screamed for him.
Minutes went by, no movement, no sound. The three shuffled out from the counter and stood in the middle of the hut. The moonlight shined through the punctured roof.
(Y/n) slowly retracted his hand, staring into Jack's eyes. The boy gasping for air as he tried not to scream that rested in his throat.
"Jack... we have to get to the others..." the Keeper said, calmly gripping Jack's shoulders. The boy in front of him shook his head so fast that (Y/n) thought it was going to snap.
In the corner of Jack's eye, a tail lowered itself, the needle ejecting out. He gasped and pushed (Y/n) to floor. The tail stabbed the boy in the chest before wrapping itself around the body.
"JACK!"
(Y/n) screamed, scrambling to his feet. His feet carried him to follow the dying boy. His body slammed into the door, breaking it off.
"Newt! Get to the Council Hall!" (Y/n) harshly gripped onto Newt's shoulders, one hand going to the nape of his neck. Newt reached for the boy's necklace, wrapped his hand around it.
"(Y/n), I'm not leaving you!—"
"Go! Please—"
Brown eyes met (colour) and Newt whispered, "okay..." His fingers left the elephant before running towards the Hall. The butcher seeing Frypan and Minho join him. (Y/n) quickly started to run after the Griever.
"JACK!"
He yelled, his clothes whipping around in the wind. (Y/n) grabbed a spear that laid on the ground. The Keeper yelled in grief, his eyes watering. His feet pounded on the ground, running after the Griever.
Thomas noticed (Y/n) running in the field, slapping Newt on the shoulder to point him out. The trio had join him, Teresa and Alby. Minho squinted his eyes, "What is he running after?"
