Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 71//

"That's enough yabbering, time to be quiet"

The sound of Newt's voice calling out over the Glade made me lift my head. Slowly I stood, looking over to where Newt stood on top of a box they had used as a bad attempt at a blockade. He held his hands out, asking for silence which was soon granted.

Was this the motivational speech we were looking for? Or was this going to be another morbid salute to our mission? Newt began to speak as he hoisted his bag onto his shoulders and took a pole from the ground, its tip wrapped in barbed wire, that'll do damage. I rolled my eyes at our attempts.

I still remember arguing with Minho about how we were making things, at one stage we were going to glue a stick to a large rock and use it as a club. I think one of the boys actually has a hammer with a knife attached to the end of it.

It was enough to make me laugh. In any other situation I would have broken down in tears I would be laughing so hard. But laughing like that seemed very inappropriate for what was about to happen.

I quickly zoned back in when Newt began to speak, staring up into his beautiful green eyes.

"There are forty-one of us. Make sure you've got your weapons. Other than that, there isn't a whole lot to buggin say – you've all been told the plan. We're gonna fight our way through to the griever hole, and Tommy here's gonna punch in his little magic code and then we're gonna get payback on the Creators. Simple as that"

Well... not exactly the motivator we needed. I looked around at everyone and they all seemed dreary and confused, someone needs to rile them up.

"Shouldn't someone give a pep talk or something?"

I said a little unsure and Newt looked at me expectantly. Hey, I was the one who needed riling up, I wasn't sure what I was saying, someone can say something now and I'll have my 2 cents but other than that no. I very quickly looked away, my eyes happened to land on Minho and he gave me an annoyed look. But he spoke up for me. Love you bro.

"Be careful, don't die"

Minho said with a face that said he was trying to give us that said speech... but I feel like he may have fallen short on some 'we can do it' and 'we are strong'. Of all the people I thought could do it I would have thought it would be Minho. I guess not.

I face palmed myself and Newt rolled his eyes and folded his arms. I get these people probably haven't had to do this before, but you can't possibly be that bad at this.

"We're all bloody inspired"

Newt spouted, and I snickered, ok fine, I'll do it then. With a growl of irritation, I jogged forward and took a large step to hoist myself up onto the box right next to Newt, eyes turned on me as I offered a confident smile to everyone, a few smiled back, others watched in anticipation. I was unsure about what I was going to say, but I began talking, hoping to god this was good. I guess I was saying what I wanted to believe. What I wanted to hear.

"Ok. You all know the plan. After two years of being treated like mice, tonight we're making a stand. Tonight, we're taking the fight back to the Creators, no matter what we have to go through to get there. Tonight, we avenge our friends. Tonight, the Grievers better be scared. Now let's go kick some griever ass!"

I shouted and put my bow in the air, I for one was ready. One person cheered, then another, and then another. Soon everyone gathering at the west doors were shouting and cheering. Battle cries echoed out of the crowd and soon confidence and determination were hanging over everyone, this is what we needed.

This was the beginning.

I turned and smiled at Newt, giving him a wink.

"That's how you give a pep talk"