The Scorch Girl// Book 2// Newt TMR Fanfic

Chapter 27

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Everyone huddled closer, large, ovular shaped white pods surround us in a circle.

"What the hell are those?" I shout over the sound of the wind.

"We saw them in the maze, last time we came across them, shuck Grievers were inside!" Thomas shouts back.

What the... I think to myself.

"Rose!" I hear Newt yell.

I look over just as she throws me my bow, I walk towards him and take my arrows from his hand.

"Stay near me" he says, he moves closer to hold my hand, squeezing once before letting go.

Michael and Minho move closer to me as everyone begins to spread out, getting ready for whatever it is in the domes.

Teresa walks over, nudging Minho and Newt. They both keep still, unmoved by her friendly gesture.

"What do we do?" Minho questions, looking at Teresa with a hard expression on his face.

"If there are bloody Grievers in them then we need to be ready to fight" Newt answers,

"What are you all talking about?" Harriet asks as her and Sonya saunter over. Joy close behind. Jorge and Brenda soon join, AJ and Lizzie standing right behind me.

"Oh great, the queens of group B" Minho mumbles.

"Guessing you've seen these pods before too?" Harriet asks, ignoring Minho's sarcasm.

"What'd the shuck Grievers need with those pods?" I ask,

"To charge up? Or whatever the bloody hell they did" Newt answers.

"If It is Grievers in those pods, they won't go down easily" Thomas adds, his eyes occasionally looking to the pods with an uneasy expression plastered on his face.

Thunder cracks above, I look up at the dark grey clouds above.

We need to be careful I say to Thomas,

I know, we have to get in those pods if we have a chance of surviving Thomas replies.

"We have twenty five minutes, we either fight whatever's in those pods or climb in them-"

Before Thomas finishes people begin panicking as a loud hiss and squeal of metal alerts us to the pods that were now opening.

"Thomas!" Minho yells,

"What?" Thomas yells out,

"Let's check it out! You, me and Newt!"

I look at Newt, shaking my head. Newt grabs my hand and as they were about to move towards the pods an arm flies out and dangles over the edge.

It was a disgusting sight, the arm a dull brown colour. Where full length fingers should have been, were instead cut off and ending in different lengths.

The arm wriggles around as it tries to grab hold of something to get out. No one moves as they stand gasping at the disgusting sight, the creature achieves pulling half of its brown body out.

It writhes around furiously before flopping to the ground, hideous glowing bulbs looked to be stuck to its body in various places, where a face and hair should have been was nothing but what looked to be a mass of slimy flesh that is shaped like a head.

I grimace as I look at it, it stood taller than any of us but moved like an uncoordinated toddler.

"Uh guys, pretty sure these aren't Grievers!" AJ yells,

"I agree and I don't even know what a Griever is!" Lizzie adds.

"All you need to know that neither are good things!" I yell.

"Good to know" Lizzie replies.

Thunder rumbles, shaking the ground. Lightening flashing above us viscously.

"What is that?" Minho shouts,

"A more important question would be what's the plan here?!" I yell to no particular person.

Before I could get an answer the creatures sprout blades, some in the shoulder, hands and any other visible place.

"We need to fight, grab whatever you have as a weapon and get busy!" Thomas shouts to everyone.

I hold an arrow in my right hand and my bow in my left. The others hold knives, I realise they must've have ditched the guns earlier.

"Let's get to it then" I say quietly, I put an arrow in the bow and pull back. Thomas moves forward as I do, I aim at one of the creatures.

I let go and watch as the arrow buries itself in the creatures head yet nothing changes. It doesn't drop to the ground like a Crank and doesn't squeal like the Grievers.

"It doesn't die!" I yell out,

"Then keep stabbing!" Minho replies.

"Very funny" I mutter as I run towards it. It stumbles towards me and I dodge as it swipes its arm towards me, narrowing missing the blades in the creatures fingers I pull the arrow effortlessly from the creatures body.

A small jolt of electricity shoots up my arm as I retrieve the arrow, which had surprisingly been too easy to pull out.

I dodge another swipe from the creature before burying the arrow deep in where the heart should have been. The arrow doesn't get more than a few inches before hitting metal, another jolt of electricity shoots up my arm.

I move backwards and quickly examine the situation, my eyes falling on the bulbs on each creature.

The bulbs! That's it! I think to myself.

I pull out another arrow, putting my bow in the holder slung over my torso and resting on my back.

I lunge at the creature, the creatures hand narrowly misses me, leaving a small cut on my face. I duck and pierce one of the orange bulbs, the creature squeals and moves back.

I jab at another bulb and move back as it goes to hit me again. The creatures reaction time slower than before, its movements slurred.

"Aim for the bulbs!" I shout.