It's No Paradise Without You

Griever

Teresa's POV (sense I haven't done one in a while)

It had been 3 days sense the crank came. Those who knew the ones that died were still mourning and yesterday we had a 'funeral'. The boy that was about to get shots parents practically worshipped Thomas now. They would probably murder if he asked them too, it's quite funny really. Everything has been quiet which was almost a bad thing. Worry itches in my brain that any second WICKED would come to take us again. I knew Thomas felt the same way. He stopped sleeping and any time someone so much as dropped a plate he would jump up, as if ready to pounce. I hate seeing him like this.

We sat at breakfast in comfortable silence, both eating our food and our hand locked underneath the table. This had been going on a lot recently. No one wanted to talk, because they knew what would eventually come up.

Just then, a loud screeching noise came from the forest. Thomas and I immediately jump up and run towards the sound, Minho, Newt, and Brenda along with a few other brave camp members right behind us. When we get to the source I gasp at what I see, a griever. My heart sinks to the bottom of my throat and glance at Thomas. He puts on a brave face, but I can see the fear in his eyes.

The slimy machine clicks, as if mocking us, and slowly walked toward us.

I watched Thomas as he told a boy I didn't know to go tell the camp to hide. Minho had grabbed spears on his way and threw each of us in the small group one. Thomas softly whispered "3...2...1." And we charged.

I got a good hit from the start which weakened the creature, but that didn't stop it by a long shot. It brought out its arm trying to sting a scrawnier boy. Thomas slashed off the arm with one swing of his spear and at the same time, Minho hit it right in the power source, which shut it out for good. It crumbled to the ground, it's noises turning shutting down as it fell.

"What is a bloody griever doing here!" Newt shouts.

"I don't know, but I think we know for sure who's behind the attacks now." I said.

"Like we didn't before!? God why can't WICKED just shucking leave us alone!" Minho huffed. We were all angry, confused, exhausted, and worried. What would WICKED do next?

We all exchanged nervous glances before trudging back to camp. On the way I grab Thomas's hand and squeeze. He squeezes back, as if telling me it will be ok. But I don't know if it will.

People back at camp were terrified, some even trembling. Though we choose to accept it or not we were all afraid of WICKED. Minho and Thomas talked quietly before Thomas got up on a large wooden box and yelled, "Listen up!" Everyone turned to listen to him and in any other situation I would have smiled, he was cute when he was in charge.

"Look I know that you're all scared, frankly I am too, but we need to be ready." He took a deep breath, "WICKED is back." He states. Murmurs spread throughout the crowd like a wave before glossy eyes peered back on Tom. "WICKED is behind the crank and griever attacks." More murmurs.

Don't tell them about them being responsible for me and Newt being alive I tell him in my head. The people may think were suspicious if they knew.

Ok, good idea he answered.

"We need to be prepared! Everyone needs to have at least one weapon on them at all times!" Thomas said, "we're moving camp tomorrow so pack all your belongings! Be brave, we will get through this!" He yelled so everyone could hear. I didn't know if he actually believed his words, but they gave the people hope and that's what mattered.

Weather we liked it or not, WICKED was coming and we needed to be prepared.

A/N

WICKED coming soon!!

Thanks for reading!
-Emma