The Werewolf Glader

Chapter Nine

Tears formed in Newt, Stiles, and Nick's eyes. They were in shock. They couldn't move. After minutes of staring, Nick grabbed on to the vines. He climbed the vines and tried to untie it from her neck. He took out a knife, and carefully cut it from her neck, she fell, and Newt caught her. He leaned down on the floor, and pushed her blue hair out of her face. Nick jumped down, and looked down at Div behind Newt. Stiles joined him.

Tears formed in Newt's eyes. His voice was shaky. He felt her pulse, which was beating. Hardly. He gently slapped her face, trying to get her to wake up. "Wake up Div... Please! PLEASE!" No response. He started crying hysterical, and looked down. Nick and Stiles had tears in there eyes, and their hands over their mouths. Than, Div's eyes squinted open. They heard a light, gentle, voice. "Newt..?" Newt picked his head up, putting his hand on her face. "DIV!" he hugged her, and than she said something else. "Newt, I-I'm not going to make it..." Tears formed in her eyes. Newt started crying even more. "No... NO! You will! W-we will get you to the Med-Jacks and-" Div grabbed Newt's hand. "Newt... Thank you for everything... I don't know where I would be without you... I-I love you..." She smiled. Newt gripped her hand tighter. "No... No... Please... NO!"

Div took in a giant, last breathe. "Goodbye Newt..." She glared at Nick and Stiles. "You got so-some pretty good friends to take care of you..." Nick and Stiles were crying, but not as much as Newt. They both whispered "Div..." under there breathes. Div stopped blinking. She stared up into the night sky. "Goodbye Newt...." Blood dripped from her mouth. She stopped moving. Newt checked her pulse. None....

Newt screamed, and cried for minutes. He stopped, and a silence broke. He stood up, and turned around. He looked at Nick. "You.... YOU!!" Newt punches Nick in the face as hard as he could, knocking Nick to the ground. He jumped on Nick. He started pounding his face. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT! ITS YOUR SHUCKING FAULT SHE IS DEAD!" Stiles ran at Newt, but Newt took out a cleaver and sliced Stiles leg, causing him to fall. Newt lifted the cleaver above Nick, and went to slice him in the face. He swung it down, but stopped.

He through the cleaver into the wall, and walked away. Nick stood up, and wiped the blood off his face. He helped up Stiles, who had already healed. "I cannot believe she is gone..." Stiles said. "I know... and he is right. It is all my fault." Stiles ran in front of Nick. "Listen dude, no it isn't! You were trying to save the glade, and one of our friends died doing it. Don't take the blame." Nick, still feeling guilty, walked out of the forest. People crowding them, excited he was still alive. Nick started looking for Newt. Than, he heard a loud noise. A gunshot. Nick looked in the direction of the bloodhouse, and saw a glader fall down, putting his hand out. The gladers around him ran, and Nick stayed and stared.

Than another boom came, and the glader fell to the floor. Not moving. Coming out of the Bloodhouse, was Newt. He started shooting at Nick, who was dodging the shots. Stiles ran up behind him, and saw what Newt was doing. "He is going after you, Nick. And he is going to kill anyone who gets in his path. Newt got closer, and stared at Nick and Stiles. "I'm sorry Nick... but it is your fault Div is dead. And Stiles, if you try defending him, I'll kill you too." Stiles walked toward Newt. "Please, just think about this!" He could tell Newt did not want to do it. "But... Div..." He lifted his gun. Stiles eyes went orange. "Newt, don't! Help us kill the werewolf, help us escape! If you do this you may never leave this place! PLEASE!"

Newt was ready to shoot, but he dropped it. "I'm sorry guys... I just went a little crazy..." He went and hugged them. Nick him off. "Newt, you killed that glader over there.... I'm not sure if we can trust you." Newt looked over. "I used my stun gun on him. This is a real gun."Stiles and Nick looked relieved. Then, they heard a loud noise. Getting closer and closer. They looked up and saw 3 helicopters with "WICKED" on them. They looked at each other, and ran. Newt whispered to Stiles and Nick. "Listen, I think their going after everyone in the glade. Since there is supernatural, I think that they no longer need this glade." They dived into homestead, with a few other gladers inside. "So what are you saying?" Stiles asked. "They are going to kill us. All of us."

Deep in the forest, Div's body lay, dead. But than, something happened to it. She had... a heartbeat. Her hand moved, and she started to breath.  Than, she stood up. She said to herself.... "WICKED.... is.... good..."