Her Anchor || Newt - Maze Runner

Part 30 - Don't Let Go

A/n: hey chat. how is everyone going? I feel like I haven't talked with any of you in a while😭😭
Also I'm going to start something new, so... introducing... drum roll please... Mia's question of the post. Basically I ask a question every post and you guys can answer in the comments. I'm hoping that this will allow us to interact because I love you all. Okay... so question for this post is one that I've been thinking about for weeks and I've been really curious.
How old do yall think I am?

Roaring pierced the air, as Gladers ran from all directions like an angry swarm of bees.

'Okay, Chuck, I want you to go to the Council Hall- start barricading the doors.' Thomas said, his leadership showing through

'Winston, you go with him.' ordered Newt

'Get the others, tell them to go to the forest, go hide- now!' barked Gally to one of the Gladers behind me

'Minho, grab every weapon you can find. I'll meet you at Council Hall.' Thomas said as we all prepped for the downfall of the Glade

'Let's go.' Minho declared to Fry, Newt, Ace and me. We all ran as swiftly as we could, knowing that time and fate weren't on our side. The Glader's shouts and screams drowned the Glade walls, but the Grievers were still nowhere to be seen. Distant screams were all we could hear as the Glade turned into a bloodbath.

'GRIEVER!'

'RUN!'

Until we heard it. The unmistakable roar of a Griever, ready to kill. My body went numb, even though my legs seemed to work on their own as my mind raced with flashbacks from my night in the Maze. My mind took over my body as I felt my head spin and eyes burn. The metal clicking against the ivy walls filled the walls as the four of us sprinted so fast my legs almost gave out. We went to this hidden wooden hut, near Homestead but my heart was beating too fast for me to be curious. Ace and I rushed inside, Minho and Newt following close behind as we gathered every weapon we could fit inside our arms. As I was about to reach for an axe until I felt a hand grab my arm.

'Hey- it's ok. We will be ok,' Newt whispered to me as if he could feel my emotions. I nodded in acknowledgement, 'Just remember that I would die for you'

'And I would kill for you' I replied as the two of us continued grabbing weapons.

The four of us sprinted out, determination filling our steps as the Grievers and Gladers mingled in a field of death. Screaming, roaring and metal filled the Glades walls, making us seem like characters in a horror film. Gladers were being flung from all direction before they all landed with a bone-crushing thud. We ran until we came across it. Something we had been avoiding. A Griever. 

Its metal tail started whirling in the air, as if it was doing eeny, meeny, miny, moe with who was going to die. Multiple stingers appeared from the monster's body as sharp metal pieces started whirling around. As if our legs controlled themselves Ace and I stepped out in front, instinctively, like our minds had joined and formed into one. I let the weeks of anger and pain wash over me as I stopped controlling the hellhound inside of me, letting my eyes glow freely. Memories flooded back to me from the night in the maze. I looked over at Ace who's eyes were now a piercing yellow colour who nodded in response to my gaze. A silent plan. The plan that could save us or kill us. The Griever lunged at us, roaring as its legs and stringers starting to encircle us as Ace and I let our other half's free, Ace growing fangs, claws and started roaring, while I burst into flames, causing Newt and Minho to step back at the force of the heat.

Ace slide under the Griever, claws scraping on the monster's underbelly, causing it to flail around, roaring in pain, tail and stinger bobbing around. Internal organs started spilling from the Griever as I took the opportunity. I focused, desperate to live to see tomorrow, as a fireball erupting from the palms of my hands. The large deathly ball travelled in the air, before landing directly in the Grievers monstrous face. The metal monster screamed out as the fire spread across the body, slowly but painfully melting the Griever. Once the fire calmed down, all that was left was a pile of metal components in a clump of blackish-green goo.

The hellhound in me left, as I was overcome with exhaustion, but it was outweighed with the urge to live. Desperation filled my veins and arteries as adrenaline filled my body. I turned back to the two boys, Minho shocked but not surprised while Newt wore a face of utter disbelief.

'Bloody hell, love- that was quite impressive.' voice rough with amazement.

'Thank you.' I acknowledged, but the moment was cut short as the four of us returned back to reality.

'Alright- come on, we have go!' Minho said in panic, darting towards Council Hall, the three of us following at his heels. 

'Over here! Come on!' Chuck yelled across the Glade at any remaining Gladers, as we entered the Hall meeting with Thomas and his group inside. 

'Get Alby inside. Chuck, get in,' barked Thomas as the last Gladers came rolling in, shutting the door behind them, 'Lock down the doors.' 

The Grievers caught up to us, whirling from outside the wood as some of the builders silently finished barricading the doors. The monsters thumped on the doors, desperate to get it as reality crushed over me. We were all going to die. The Gladers was silent, craving that the Grievers would leave us alone. I felt a hand slowly interlock with mine, keeping a firm hold on reality for me. I gave Newt's hand a quick squeeze which he reciprocated in response. It felt like Newt was holding me together. He was my anchor.

The sound of metal scrapping against the grass encircled us as we awaited for our impeding death. The Griever screeched followed by the slow deep clicking, as its legs tried penetrating through the wooden building. The metal legs casted shadows above us as the Gladers moved around the Hall like a game of dodgeball. 

Silence was at the other end, before the Griever was deemed successful. The metal, flexible tail pierced through the wood before pulling out a beam, causing the roof to collapse on us, wood flying in all directions. 

'Is everyone alright?' Newt shouted over the commotion as chaos erupted throughout the Gladers buried under the rumble

One by one, the Griever picked us off, flinging Gladers outside.

'Chuck!' Someone yelled, which caught my attention. My eyes darted to the young boy as a tail caught him. I lunged forward, swearing that I will not break my promise to him. Grabbing his hand, it felt like playing tag of war against something ten times stronger than me. Thomas grabbed his other hand as the two of us desperately pulled Chuck back from the Grievers grasp. 

'Chuck- don't let go.' I yelled as more Gladers helped in the efforts. We were at a losing war until Alby screamed, grabbing a wooden stick and repeatedly hitting the Grievers arm, causing it to detach from Chucks body. The Grievers arm retracted leaving us alone for now.

'Chuck- you okay?' Thomas asked as we all caught our breaths

'Yeah, I'm fine' the poor boy replied, 'Thanks Alby.'

'Alby!' Thoams shouted as the unmistakable sound of a Griever arm came back. The arm grabbed the leader, hoisting him into the air. Thomas grabbed the leader's arm, the only resistance in keeping Alby alive.

'Thomas- get them out.' murmured Alby, voice rough with disuse and with that he let go. We all shouted out to Alby, but we all knew it was no point. The leader was dead.

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