The Griever swipes at you with a buzzing, glinting saw attached to an arm. You barely deflect it before you stop another appendage at your feet. You slice at it with you free hand wildly. Yellow slime oozes out of the wound and the griever shrieks, its cry grating and piercing to your ears.
You barely duck another arm, but cry out in pain, your stomach burning with red hot agony. You jab with your dagger, screaming. A flash of steel and your dagger twists from your hand, flying through the air before clattering against the stone floor.
You steady yourself, gripping your weapon with two hands now. You block another appendage, metal screeching against metal and stumble back. It's too strong.
"We have to go back for her!" you hear Newt yelling.
It breaks the lock between your weapons and you stagger forwards from the momentum. You find yourself staring face to face with the thing, it's arms and needles encircling you. Tears streak down your face. You raise your dagger above your head, yelling as you drive it into the monster.
You feel something, almost like a slash, but your adrenaline takes over and you yank the dagger out from it's blubbery skin. Slime and oil shouts out, dousing you.
A prick.
It retreats, wounded and leaving behind a trail of Griever blood.
Your left hand rests on your side instinctively. Something warn and wet and sticky greets it. Blood. You look down at the brilliant red staining your side. It can't be yours. You lift your hand slowly, looking at the blood dripping from it in shock. The world tilts, moving in snapshots of blurry movement.
Your other dagger clatters to the ground. You can't even remember dropping it.
Noise. You turn. Someone running towards you.
"Newt?" you breathe. Your head goes light and your stomach twists. The ground feels fuzzy beneath your feet.
He runs towards you, his eyes wide.
The world spins, stutters to black, and you fall to your knees before collapsing to the ground.
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The Cost of the Cure
FanfictionOne day, you wake up with no memories. You know two things: your name and the fact that you are terrified. You find yourself in a strange place called the Glade. Even though no one else remembers anything at all, you find it harder than ever to brea...
