TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt AU // It's Supernatural

Fighting grievers is not fun. Obviously we would all know since that's exactly what we're doing right now. Thomas and Minho led us all into the maze towards the cliff which is said to have a secret door inside. Were trusting them but right now it just seems like they led us into a trap.

There's thirty of us fighting off three grievers and well, we're not doing too well. Now we're down to twenty of us and only one Griever has been knocked over.

"Thomas! It's a code!" Teresa yelled from the door with Chuck. The rest of us were to fight off the grievers while she opened the door. "8 numbers!"

"(Y/N) what was that code?" Thomas yelled as we al formed a line in front of two grievers snapping at us.

What code? What is he talking about? "What are you-" I then remembered the words the overlapped maze made. 6 words. I then yelled out the list. "Float! Catch! Uh Bleed!"

"(Y/N)!" Newt called and pulled me back from a griever leg swiped through the air at me. He kept his arm behind me as we raised our poles again.

"Death! Stiff! Push!" I finished. Seconds went by of more boys being ripped from the wall we formed. As one metal arm gripped out for a boy, I sent my pole into the air before it rammed into the grievers face pulling its arm back. For a split second I smiled when Newt did too and put his arm back on my back.

"Teresa hurry up!" Newt screamed and turned to me. We exchanged a worried look before returning it to the grievers.

"It won't let me put in the last one!" She called back. This far and we couldn't do it. We couldn't finish it. We were gonna die fighting as we said might happen.

"Minho!" We screamed as we saw the griever hovering over him. It fell through a square in the ceiling before collapsing on top of him. He landed on his back with his pole pushed against the grievers neck. He was pushed its face back but in seconds he wouldn't be able to hold it back anymore.

Jeff suddenly, ran ahead and drove his pole through the top of the grievers head. It wailed in pain before clamping its teeth down on Jeff's waist. The griever retreated backwards before two more took its place. Thomas and I grabbed Minho's arms and pulled him back with us before he caught his feet and stood beside us.

"Teresa get that bloody door open!" I screamed at her before putting my attention back on our fight.

"Why don't you just push that button?" Chuck chimed in before Teresa slammed her finger into the button.

All the grievers one by one, collapsed onto the floor, all motionless. Their bodies were dead and their clicking had stopped.

"Did we do it?" Frypan asked as we all caught our breaths and spun to see what Teresa and Chuck had done.

I looked down at my leg when I felt the liquid trickle down it. A cut was made in my jeans and was now stained a dark red. A long wound trailed from below my knee down three inches.

"You alright, love?" Newt asked looking down at my leg.

"I'm fine. Is everyone else okay?" I asked taking his hand. If it wasn't obvious already, we were dating so I found just simple comfort in holding his hand.

"We're fine," I heard different boys answer and give me a small nod.

"Do we go through?" Winston asked mentioning the large circular door Teresa and Chuck opened.

"Well where else are we gonna go?" Minho remarked and switched the pole from one hand to the other.

We all slowly moved into the door only to be brought to darkness. We walked for a while until our eyes adjusted. I heard from my right, a small thump and the squeaking of metal dragging on the floor. I then heard a groan from Newt.