¹ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 - 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴

↳ 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 ✗

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//S A G E//

I WAS THE FIRST one to run around the corner towards the grievers. I could hear battle cries behind me, and the screeches from the grievers.

         I bring my arm behind me, before swinging my machete into the first griever. It screeches and I pull out the machete, since it got stuck. I swing my arm again, slicing off the head of the griever, it's body dropping onto the ground. I raise my eyebrows. Well that was easy.

       I barely had time to comprehend what was happening. I look to my left to see Chuck dangling off of the edge. I turn around and I drop down just in time. The griever's arm landing in the spot where I was just previously standing. I crawl away from the griever's arms that were showering down on me, narrowly dodging a few. It screeches at me, and it's stinger shoots towards my face. I struggle to reach my machete, which was a few feet away from me.

        The stinger gets sliced off by another blade, I felt hands grab my armpits, dragging me away. Thomas pulls me up onto my feet, and I grab a fistful of his shirt. He cups my face. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

       I nod numbly. "I'm fine."

       "We got more coming!"

       I run out of Thomas' arms, despite the fact I want to be there. I run towards my machete, grabbing the handles and bringing my arm back. I throw my arm forehead and I let go of the handle, watching my machete fly into the griever who attacked me, head.

        I rush towards the dead griever, pulling my machete out of his head.

       I turn around, only to be faced by a lot more grievers. I swallow thickly before stepping backwards. I look behind me to see the other boys struggling to fight off the grievers. Teresa and Chuck were barely making it to the door. The door slides open and they run in to see a keypad.

       I run towards the direction, until I saw Newt struggling to fight off a griever. I let out a battle cry, flinging my machete at the griever. It screeches at me, and I practically snarl at it, before slicing it with my machete multiple times.

       It stumbles back, and I took this opportunity to stab its head. It screeches one last time, before it falls to the ground. I rip my machete out, blood and purple goo splashing onto my face and clothes. I pant, my arm lazily hanging by my side.

       I glance at Newt, who had his eyes wide. I walk towards him slowly, placing a hand out in front of him. He slowly takes it and I pull him up. I slightly raise my eyebrows at him. "You good?" He gives me a small nod and I look around us.

       More grievers were showing up, some boys being thrown of the edge. Thomas was still alive, along with Minho and Frypan.

       "Sage!" My head shoots up towards Teresa, thinking she was hurt. "There's a code! There needs to be Eight numbers!"

       "Shit." My eyes widen, I forgot about that. "Thomas!" Thomas turns towards me. "There's a code! Eight numbers!"

         Thomas turns back to the griever he was fighting. "Hey, Minho! What's the sequence?"

         I furrow my eyebrows along with Minho. "What?"

       "The sections of the maze, whats the sequence?"

         Minho struggles to fight off a griever. "Seven! One! Five! Two! Six! four!"

       "Heads up!"

         I run towards Teresa and Chuck, stopping at the door with my machete high, to protect them from any grievers.

       Most of the boys, including Thomas and Newt, move behind me, their sticks raised. Minho runs towards us, and my eyes widen when I see what was close to him.

      "Minho!"

        The griever grabs onto Minho, pulling him back, his weapon flying somewhere, the only thing he has is his stick. The griever hovers over him, it's large teeth over Minho's face.

       My eyes widen and I run towards Minho. Minho screams. "Get off of me!"

       He places he sick in between the griever's teeth, using his strength to pull the griever's face away.

       I swing my machete down at the grievers head, purple goo and blood squirting down onto Minho. It screeches and turns towards me. I smirk at it. "Come on! Come on!"

       It hops off of Minho and charges after me. Thomas and Newt take this advantage and pulls Minho away. "Sage!"

       I stood on the edge of the path. The griever screeches at me before jumping. At the very last second, I jump out of the way, the griever falling down the side. I could hear its screeching. Arms grab me and drag me up to my feet, before dragging me out of the way of more grievers.

       "What's the sequence? Come on!"

        I finish off for Minho, seeing that he was still in shock. "Six! Four! Eight! Three! You got it?"

        I push Newt and Thomas through the doors, as they were closing. I barely slide under the door just in time, aware of a griever so close to me. The door smashes down on the grievers head and goo squirts everywhere. I do a small "Ha!" But then the room goes dark.

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such a short chapter omg. anyway, there's two chapters left ya'll.

get your tissues ready for the next chapter.

i have to present in front of the freshman class & their parents at my school tonight imma kms.

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