Everbloom ღ Newt TMR²

19. It Was Always WICKED

Not sure how many chapters are gonna be left, but I just want to thank everyone who has stuck around till now. It means so much to me, really.

I cannot wait to start on the final book. It's so strange to think that it's nearly two thirds of the way over!

Question of the Chapter: What WICKED mutts were your favorite of all? I think the Grievers were the best. They were the first ones we were introduced to, plus, they were pretty awesome.

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The squares finally stop spinning, squealing to a halt. They had all ended up bringing their hands to their ears, the noise being too much to bear. They are now fully encircled by the black square and white objects sitting upon them, definitely over thirty.

They all put their hands down slowly, not speaking a word, still shocked by the noise. They all stand still as the wind attempts to make them move, not letting up on strength. Lori finally pulled herself together enough to tug on Newt's arm.

"Do you think there are Grievers inside those things?" Lori whispers.

He looks down at her, a concerned look on his face, "I don't know."

Brenda approaches Lori, Newt, Minho and Clara, who stand together awaiting the inevitable. Following close behind, was Thomas; and where there was Thomas, there was Teresa, who no one was happy to see.

Minho speaks to his friends, "So what do we do?" He looks at them all, an especially sour look when he reaches Teresa, indirectly telling her not to give her opinion.

"If those things have bloody Grievers in 'em, we best start gettin' ready to fight the shuck buggers." Newt answers.

"What're you guys talking about?"

Lori looks back, to see that Harriet and Sonya, from Group B, are approaching their little circle conference. Jorge and Brenda also decided to rejoin, probably curious as to where the cure that they were promised is.

"Oh, great," Minho mutters bitterly. "The two queens of glorious Group B."

Harriet ignores him, "I'm assuming you all saw those pods back in your WICKED chamber, too; almost all of you at least," she glances at Lori.
"They had to be where the Grievers charged up or whatever they did."

"Yeah," Newt agrees. "Gotta be that."

Thunder continues to break the sky above, creating its awful booming and crashing sound, the lightning flashing even brighter than before. The wind also grows stronger, ripping at everyone's clothes, and making their hair fly everywhere.

Thomas looks down at his wristwatch again. "We've only got twenty-five minutes. We're either gonna be fighting Grievers or we need to get inside those big coffin at the right time."

"Calling them coffins doesn't make that seem like any better an idea," Lori butts in.

Thomas sighs, "Maybe they're the -"

This time, a hiss cuts Thomas off, hitting them from all directions. They all sling their hands back to their ears, hoping to block out the awful sound.

They all attached their gaze to the white pods surrounding them. On one side of every container, a dark blue light is being emitted. Lori realized, that the light is appearing, because the lids of each pod are opening on hinges.

There is no noise as they move on their hinges, the squealing sound was most likely the release from when they first unsealed.

They keep opening, slowly on their hinges. Finally, they reach the ground, two halves side-by-side. It's hard to tell, but there is definitely something inside of the pods. From what Lori can see, they don't appear to be Grievers, but she's too far to be sure.