For My Help (A Minho Fan Fiction) [EDITING]

The Unexpected Realization

"Okay, this is it." River turned to face the crowd of Gladers behind her who were all anxiously waiting to get out. "If anyone wants to head back to the Glade, this is their final chance." She left a silence in case anyone decided to speak up, but all she got was a muffled cough coming from the back of the group. 

"How do we get out?" Jeff stepped forward.

"We jump." Minho responded, a look of total determination in his eyes. He looked calm and in control. River felt safe around him. She couldn't let herself think this way though. She couldn't rely on someone else to keep her safe because she had to be brave for herself. She cleared her throat before speaking up again.

"Newt, if you could take Chuck with you first that would be great. Oh, and you're probably going to need this," she threw the metal cylinder they had gotten from the griever to Newt, who caught it with one hand, "to get through. Seeing as we don't really know what's on the other side, it's our best hope."

"River can I talk to you for a second?" Minho asked quietly. 

"Umm, yeah sure." She turned to him, the cliff close to her side. "Talk amongst yourselves!" She waved her hand at the surrounding group before focusing her attention on the boy in front of her. They immediately did just that, but quietly. It was as if they were worried that any loud noise would bring the grievers their way. Some stood staring at the ground, too nervous to talk while others made idle chitchat with their neighbour. "What's up?"

"We're really going to do this, huh?" The determination in Minho's eyes turned to concern as they locked onto River's.

"I guess so." She shook her head slightly as her eyes flickered up to the sky then back to Minho.

"There's a possibility we could all die."

"That's true."

"Just wanted to say, in case you forgot, I'm still in love with you." River blushed hard, but she was okay with it. It was in that moment, minutes before her possible death, that she realized something.

"Minho, I think I love you too." She smiled as soon as she saw his reaction. His mouth stretched into what River previously believed was an impossible size for a smile. She had never seen him so happy. Unfortunately, the smile was quickly wiped off of his face as a scream erupted from the group.

Looking up, River saw the most horrible sight she had ever seen. Four grievers stood in front of them, ready to attack. Her heart plunged into her stomach as she waited for the bloodbath that would surely come. Not everyone would make it. She figured this would happen before they left, but now it seemed all too real. They would be missing faces after this. They would be missing smiles, and laughs, and voices, and friends. Friends that they would never see again. River felt incredibly ill. Then she noticed something.

These grievers weren't moving. At all. Minho still hadn't let go of her left hand, and at the moment she was grateful for that. She wasn't sure what was more terrifying; grievers in action, or grievers that were completely still.

The air surrounding them was quiet. No one made a sound for fear that it would set the grievers into motion. River realized after a few moments that she had been holding her breath in fright. The stillness in the air suddenly stopped as Newt was the first to take action.

Grabbing Chuck's hand, he sprinted towards the Cliff. Seeing him do this, the grievers each letting out an ear splitting shriek before beginning to try and dwindle down the group's numbers. River whipped her head around just in time to see Newt jump off the cliff, with Chuck falling directly after him. Whipping her head around again, she saw the battle scene unfolding in front of her.

It was total chaos. The Gladers were doing their best to escape the grievers but it was nearly impossible. The sight of Clint being absorbed into the slimy skin of the beast kicked River into overdrive.

Ripping her hand from Minho's, she reached down and grabbed a dagger she had placed in her belt before she left. She tightened her right hand firmly around it, before plunging it into the nearest griever. It paused for a moment, before turning to her and extending its jaw in an attempt to cause damage with its disgusting teeth.

River jumped out of the way just in time to not be ripped apart by its gnashing teeth. She quickly drew the dagger out of its skin and plunged it back in, sliding it across its body. She smirked as the monster let out a cry of pain before staggering backwards.

Weak. She thought to herself before moving out of the way of the griever that was surely going to come back for blood. Examining her surroundings, she noticed the other Gladers had managed to take out two of the grievers, while suffering from a few losses themselves. River refused to look at some of the dead bodies on the ground, not wanting to put a face to their corpses.

River was about to go and try and take out another griever, but she heard a shout from below. It was faint, but she could still hear it.

"We've bloody done it!" Newt's euphoric scream was all River needed to hear at that moment. She felt so overpowered by the happiness that was engulfing her that she almost didn't notice the griever that she had attacked before coming up beside her. It was her split-second decision making that got River through this moment. Letting out a breath of air, she flung herself under the charging griever and emerged from the other side. It stopped by the edge of the cliff and turned around to charge once more, when River ran up and ripped the dagger through its skin one more time, just enough to slow it down. It roared right in her face, and River closed to eyes to protect them from griever spit.

Reopening her eyes, she saw her chance. Making sure she had one foot planted firmly on the ground, she looked at it head on.

"Next time, try a breath mint." She smirked, before letting out the most powerful kick she could muster. In any other circumstance, a kick with this amount of power wouldn't have even stunned the griever. But, luckily, it stumbled backwards, right off the cliff.

Without looking to see who had survived and who hadn't, River gave a running start before leaping off the edge of the cliff, and right through the griever hole.

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Author's Note

Look at that action scene! River's pretty cool, huh? As you can see, this story is drawing to a close. It's only got a few more chapters left. Actually probably about two but we'll have to wait and see. But for all you people who enjoy reading this I have good news!

This is going to be a series!! So don't be too sad this is ending. And I know I didn't get too many cute moments with Minho and River in this story but you'll see them soon! :)

Thanks for reading! :)

Marin