Unintentional Subject - Book 1 In The Jessie Series

Chapter 44: Meant to Die

"Dammit!" I screamed as I scrambled over to Alby. Minho was still leaning heavily on the wall he scrambled back to. When he saw me scramble over to Alby he hesitantly came over as well, his face white as a ghost.

"We need to get him back!" Minho muttered, running a hand through his hair.

"Wait!"

I tried to swing my backpack off, I had decided I would start bringing my full back pack again, after yesterday's events I felt better with a backpack full of supplies, like I used to carry. But it got tangled in my bow. I growled and it took a second to untangle myself. In that minute Alby got worse. His veins were swelling rapidly and his skin was turning a sickly green.

"He's turning faster then anyone I've seen!" Minho yelped.

"Yeah! Remember? The stupid shuck thing was meant to kill me!" I snapped, still trying to untangle myself.

I finally got free. Alby shot up. His eyes flew open, they were already black and rimmed red.

"You!" He screached, and lunged forwards. Wrapping his hands around my neck.

"You!"

He screamed again as his hands tightened around my neck. My air way was blocked. He attacked so fast I didn't have a reaction fast enough. We slammed into the stone ground, he was heavy and pressed into me, his hands tightening. My panic spiked. I was gasping, I tried to grab something to smack his head with but my hands came up empty. My vision blurred as my brain was deprived of oxygen. I wiggled and squirmed, tried fighting back but it was febal at best. The poison giving Alby extra strength. My vision was starting to black out around the sides.

Suddenly he was ripped off. And I had air in my lungs. I rolled onto my side and coughed, gasping for air. I heard wild yelling and then it was quiet. I was still trying to catch my breath, my vision was still blurry. Hands grabbed me and I flinched and started to fight.

"Hey hey, Jess! It's just me! It's me, your okay!"

I gasped trying to sob, but I couldn't. My voice didn't work very well right now. I flung myself into Minho's arms. He held me tight. His heart slammer into his chest, and I could feel him shaking slightly. That was one of the first times I wasn't ready and someone got the upper hand in a fight that quickly. Whatever they put into that poisoning really made Alby turn fast.

My eyes sprang open.

"Minho!" My voice was raspy and horse. "In my bag...I have grief serum!"

"What? How...? Why?"

"Don't ask how, you know how. Why? Because of this exact reason! All runners should carry one!" I rolled my still slightly blurry eyes.

He let go of me and grabbed my backpack. Rummaging through it he grabbed the Grief serum syringe, still sealed in the steral packaging. He ripped it off and slammed it into Alby's chest, pressed the release button and we both sighed.

"Okay. One, your correct, every runner should have one. Two...what the shuck was in the poison? And three...how the shuck do we get him back to the Glade?" He finally looked at me.

I pulled my water out and took a few sips. My throat was on fire. And my neck was sore.

"Poison. That was ment to kill me or something. Did you knock him out?"

"I did what I had to." Minho snapped and folded his large powerful arms.

"I'm not complaining. Slim it." I rolled my eyes.

"And I guess we hull his ass back." I groaned, "Don't know if you'll be able to carry him like you did me...so...come on." I got to my feet, swung my backpack on and then my bow.