Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr.
"Please!"
Click-click-whirr.
"Alby!"
Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr.
Finally, the door opened. Zart's face peered out. "Newt? I thought you went into the Maze. We haven't seen you all day."
"I came back," I said, instantly realizing that the less people that knew about the codes, the better. That way the arsonist couldn't strike again, not on the real maps.
Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr.
"Now hurry, they're getting closer!"
The Keeper of the Gardens shooed Teresa and I inside. We took up posts by the Homestead door.
Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr.
Closer, closer.
Click-click-whirr. Click-click-whirr.
"It's right outside the door!" someone screamed.
Any Gladers near the door backed away as best they could, but space was tight.
Click-click-whirr.
Then the door exploded inwards, splinters and woodchips flying everywhere.
I screamed. I couldn't help it.
Oozing it's way inside was a huge Griever. It rose up, snapping it's pincers. It seemed to look at us out of an eyeless face. Then, moving almost too fast to see, it snatched up a boy.
Frypan.
He flailed to get away, his eyes rimmed with white and red in terror. He was screaming, his vocal cords ripping away to shreds. He would die tonight if no one did anything.
"Frypan!" I yelled, terror making my throat raw. I quickly looked around for something to throw at it, some sort of weapon.
CRASH! A chair went flying across the room. Adam, the Keeper of the Sloppers, had hurled it with a fantastic accuracy.
"Get away from him, you overgrown snail!" he snarled, his voice edged with a steel I had never seen before.
The Griever dropped Frypan and turned to Adam, snatching him up in its claws. The Slopper went limp. He didn't struggle. He would be taken, and no one was doing anything to stop it.
No. No. No! I wanted to scream, run and help somehow but somebody's hand clamped down on my shoulder, pulling me backwards.
"Adam!" I yelled. "Adam!!!"
The Keeper's face was ashy, his mouth a line. His nails were dug into the Griever's fleshy sides, but he appeared to be in a state of shock.
The Griever oozed its way towards the door, crushing Adam against the ground with a horrid crunch. Blood smeared the floor.
No one could stop it as the monster rolled its way back towards the Maze, its grisly prize in tow.
Somebody was screaming.
It might have been me.
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The Glader
Fiksi PenggemarWhat happened after Thomas came to the Glade? Sure, he was sent by WICKED to solve it, but he wouldn't have gotten far without Newt, Alby, Minho and Teresa. And Newt has his own story to tell. Now that the Ending is happening, nothing is for c...
