Her Heart Belongs to Him- (TMR Fanfiction) ON HOLD

Part 24- Damn it Alby

Thomas stares at me for a moment, confusion in his eyes. Soon this confusion is replaced by an emotion I can't read.

"Thomas?" Minho asks me. "Are you sure?"

I think of my suspicions another time. If Teresa was the same as if she was before all this, I don't think I would be able to stand near her for over three minutes. 

She seemed so perfect, and I only put myself down due to that.

Thomas seemed like a person I would be great friends with. Someone who made me laugh and helped me whenever I needed it. 

Someone I could share everything with. Like my favorite colour. 

After a small but determined sigh, I answer the Asian boy. 

"Yes, I am sure." 

Alby's eyes widen a little, but all our eyes travel to the roof as a Griever has made his way on top of it. Newt and I immediatly lock eyes, and step a little closer to each other. 

"Even if it is Thomas," Alby says rather loud. "We can discuss this later on, first we need to survive all this." 

No one says anything, but it is obvious that we all agree with our leader. Minho dashes forward with a chunk of wood, blocking the entrance. Teresa drags everyone who is too close to the walls away from them. 

Newt and I only make sure that either of us are save, both with a small smile on our face. Before I know it his hand has wrapped around mine and holds me tightly. 

I grasp his hand as well. 

Minho runs into the center of the Homestead, fastly joined by all of us. Everything is quiet, no one moves and it seems that the Griever has made the same decision. 

Minho smiles before walking out of the small group that we formed in the middle of the room. 

"I think it's gone." He says. His point is fastly proved wrong as a robotic arm makes its way through the roof and tries to grab the boy's ankles. 

"Okay nevermind." He saus quickly before joining out sides again. I look besides me, seeing one of the arms wrap around Newt's waist. Before I can do anything it has grasped him and pulls him upwards.

The only thing that stops the Griever from taking him is my hand that pulls him back. Teresa soon joins me, grabbing his wrist.

Minho grabs me, while Thomas grabs Teresa. Alby keeps Chuck save from everything, while we all try to save Newt with all the power we have. 

Eventually the Griever seems to get bored of the game, and drops the beautiful boy. We all fall back to the ground, and ofcourse Newt ends up right on top of me. 

Everyone stands up quickly, but Newt doesn't make a move. And secretly, I really enjoy our position. He smiles, which I copy, before he stand up and helps me afterwards. 

"Maybe another time." He winks, making a dark red blush form on my cheeks. He laughs and for a moment I want to pay him back a little. Which I do. 

"Definatly another time." I wink now before running back to the door, seeing that the chunk of wood has fallen from his place. 

"Newt, don't stand there like that!" Minho shouts. "Help us." 

Newt's cheeks are redder than mine for sure, he gulps slightly before giving me a small smile and running to Minho. 

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We have been in here for around 20 minutes now, and the Grievers have left us alone in this time. 

Until right now. 

Another arm collides with the wood of the Homestead, now grabbing Chuck in one try. Chuck is thrown to the wall immediatly, only stopped by us once again.

Almost everyone has a hand around the boys ankles and legs. He is screaming in fright, but we all pull him back, the Griever doesn't let go though. 

In a second another arm has made its way inside, this one holding a large needle. It is about to sting Chuck, but Alby has jumped forward.

The needle pierces his skin deep, and a weird liquid is shot inside him. Thomas dashes forward now, grabs the arm and pulls it off of the Grievers body. The arm finally releases Chuck, making us all fall to the ground once again. 

The Griever reacts quick as he grabs Alby. The boy is gone in a blink. We all stand up, but the only thing we can do is look at the hole that is left in the wall. 

The hole where the Griever took our leader with him. 

Nobody says anything, we all just stare at the night sky that is visible through the many holes in the Homestead. 

Soon Newt's sobbing fills the room. I am next to him quickly, my arm around his shoulders as I sob with him. Chuck joins us soon, while the other three are staring at the ground. No tears, nothing. 

Only great sorrow burried in the depths of their eyes. 

"I should have taken-" Chuck starts, only to be cut off by Minho.

"You should've taken that needle, Chuck. Alby sarcavised himself for you because he was our leader, and knew it was what he had to do." 

"We could've saved him if we were a little faster." I bring in. 

Minho steps closer. "Stop bringing yourself down, you did it with Ben and now you do the same with Alby. This isn't your fault." 

"Maybe it was meant for them to go." Teresa mutters silently.

"Shut up!" I shout while standing up and walking closer to the girl that just spoke. "You didn't know Ben and you didn't know Alby, okay? So shut up." 

Newt's arms hold me back from getting closer to Teresa, hugging me from behind. 

"Relax, Vanny." He whispers. 

Thomas turns to us, a small smile on his face as he stops staring out of the windows. 

"I have slightly better news," He says, gaining all our attention. "Alby might be gone, but so are the Grievers."