The claw seems to inch towards your chest in slow motion while your mind races. You drop you weapons and grab the metal arm behind the claw. at the cool touch of metal, time snaps back to normal.
It pushes forwards. Your feet slide back on the oily floor. You bump into something. The Griever. You bend backwards from the pressure of trying to hold it back and away from you, and you find yourself pressed against the Griever's body.
Newt tugs at the arm pinning you down, leaning back with his entire body. It does no good. Your arms give slightly, and the blade jerks closer to your face, its claws snapping open and closed.
"Newt!" you scream. "Destroy the organs!"
His eyes widen, understanding sparking in them. He lets go, and impossibly, it becomes even more difficult to hold back. Your arms tremble from the stress.
He stops at the mangled mess of Griever he had been beating away at only moments ago, his eyes darting between the different organs, trying to decide which one would be fatal.
"I... can't keep... it... back," you strain, sweat running down your forehead and stinging your eyes. "Do something!"
His face hardens and he starts smashing and hacking away at the Griever. The arm starts spasming, jerking out of your hands. You yelp in pain, the blades cutting your palms. Bright red blood streams from them.
The arm shudders before falling motionless on the ground. You turn to see Newt soaked in Griever oil and splattered with blood. Looking down, you see the mangled body of the creature.
"Thanks," he pants. His eyes go down to your bloody palms. "What happen--"
A warm, sticky... something clutches your leg, pulling you back. You fall on your face, screaming, and are dragged away.
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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...
