Me and the boys were sitting by The Box. We all looked insanely happy. We were rejoicing and cheering. I was a bloody wreck. There was a large gash in my left arm. I was smiling, but looked drowsy. Blood stained my face and legs, practically devoured them. My right arm was wrapped around Newt's shoulder while one of the Med-Jacks worked on wrapping up my arm. Minho sat next to me, offering a comforting smile. Alby had his hand on my shoulder. Smiles were all around. Then they all left. They let me sit their alone, just me and The Box. Two boys came over and sat down. At that moment everything got black and white, with some hazy fog clouds covering people's faces and covered some spots on the ground. One looked so familiar. I couldn't tell who he was though. Haze was covering his eyes, so all I could see was his black hair. A lot of the boys had black hair. He opened up The Box's hatches and pointed down. He stood up and knelt down behind me. Everything went black with a horrifying scream. Creepy laughter rang about.
Told you we'd get you (Y/n).
(AHHHH! Guess who's baaaaaack! Me! And I'm gonna be posting weekly now. I have so much more free time. And two chapters in one day! ^u^
Anyway, hope you liked it. I told ya things would get bad. Have a nice weekend lovelys💜💜)
Edited on 12/21/16: I had to fix errors
