The Glader Before Thomas And Teresa

Chapter 7

A/N:

I'm back! I'm really sorry about not updating. I am really proud of this story, I really am. I will finish the story too, no doubt about that. I don't think I want to add any pics or vids to this fanfic sorry. I will if you guys want to of course, but I think I want you guys to "visualize what I am writing" (the writing genius me jkjk) Love you shuck-faces❤️

xoxo- @chiara_obrien

P.S: Shoutout to this person who has a great story "Him" and her comments are hilarious: thanks yeah_im_melissa 💘

Marie's POV:

Right after I examine the parts of the griever I killed, I spy something crawling on the walls of the maze.

Then, a bright beam of red light shooting towards me.

Then, a worm-like creature popped up behind the griever, scaring me to death.

I cover my mouth, afraid that the grievers were going to hear me.

The creature then scurries away, to who-knows-where.

Before it leaves, I notice something written on its body.

Again the word that sounds so familiar to me: W.I.C.K.E.D.

And the writing written in something so vile: blood.

Something wasn't right, I could feel that it wasn't right. I just didn't know what.

Feeling uneasy I then grab the part of the griever that I need, the one that says "PROPERTY OF W.I.C.K.E.D", and then I run.

I make a right from the way that I came to meeting the horrible griever; I don't want to face it or anything else, tonight.

For hours, I constantly run.

To get the thoughts of W.I.C.K.E.D, the creature, the griever, and the rest of the gladers out of my head.

I need to have some peace at least once today.

Before I know it, my head collides with something.

My head throbbing with pain, a thousand needles pricking it all at once.

I try to block it out, to see what I collided into.

It was a wall.

The entrance back to the gladers' home.

I sit down, my back towards the wall, scanning for any other forms of life.

Thankfully, I find none, and I start to stare at the sky.

The colors turning from pitch black, to a dark blue.

I wish I had kept my eye on the rest of shucking maze the whole time.

Because when I wasn't paying attention, being a real shuck-face idiot, a griever snuck up behind me.

And there was nothing I could do.

I was trapped, helpless, but I tried to be brave.

I wasn't going to die.

I tried to stab the griever, like I did before.

No use.

I tried climbing the griever's legs.

No use.

In my last act of strength, I charged at the griever.

The griever then made a sharp turn from his front, to his back.

It stung me, and the pain I started to suffer was unbearable.

I would rather be hit in the head by the wall a thousand times than be stung by a griever.

Out of fury and rage, I stabbed the griever so many times, eventually killing it.

Then I heaved a big sigh, and passed out on the floor of the maze.