1. FIGHTER - the maze runner, newt

Chapter 21

      "Holy shucking shit! Oh my-" I gasped, unable to find my voice after screaming for a solid minute.

The top of my body flailed around, trying to find a way to escape the physical pain. My fists slammed into the ground in attempt to cast pain towards my hands instead of my leg.

I looked down to the source of my suffering, mentally begging that the damage wasn't as bad as it felt.

It wasn't that hard to spot where the pain came from.

Around my right thigh was the claw of the griever. Its three clamps held my thigh with a death grip. It's cold, metal claw dug into my skin; my blood dripping down in small red beads from its sides, highlighting my pale leg.

It didn't look as bad as it felt. The pain was much worse. It felt like someone stabbed three knives that have been kept in a freezer for years, into my thigh that was now being warmed by my flesh.

"Ame! Holy shit!" Thomas quickly scurried to my side, looking at the mechanical claw in fear.

Minho was already at my other side, inspecting my leg with wide eyes. He turned to me before shouting, "Are you asking for a shucking death wish?! I mean...Thomas already is! Did you guys have a meeting or something?!"

"Minho, don't get me started...." I told angrily, through clenched teeth.

Minho's face played off that he was angry. But by the tone in his voice and the glint in his eyes, I could tell he was concerned and frightened.

"We have to pry it off her." Thomas looked to Minho frantically.

"That shuck thing sorta has the death grip on 'er. The more we pull, the more it gets tighter." Minho said over my moans and groans of pain.

"That thing sorta looks dead." Thomas pointed to the beast that was squished between the two walls.

I looked up from the floor, realizing that I hadn't seen how well my plan had played out.

Between the two large grey walls, stood the griever in mid-run and its large mouth was wide open, looking as if it were getting ready to sink its teeth into me. Three of its metallic arms, stuck out from the Walls, glistening in the silver moonlight. Its slimy green body was covered in dark red blood that looked like black ink. Its slime dripped from the legs, a mixture of dark green and dark red blood in every drop. Dark green blood puddled the maze floor; staining my right shin which had I had no choice but to keep my leg where it was.

I probably would've inspected the scene more if it weren't for the excruciating pain coursing up my leg. I snapped my head back, holding back another scream.

"We don't know that for sure." Minho hissed.

"It's squished between two damn concrete walls! How can you say that it's not dead?" Thomas stared at Minho incredulously.

"We should try something else, something less risky." Minho tried to keep calm and steady his voice.

I let out a long growl, snapping my head back in pain. The top of my body rocked to the side, the right side of my face connecting with the stone floor. I groaned loudly, gritting my teeth together.

Shuck you, you shucking griever. This is worse than cramps.

"We don't exactly have time for suggestions. So, grab the claw and start pulling." Thomas snapped, curling his bloody fingers around two out of the three clamps.

Hesitantly, Minho grabbed the one clamp closest to him, looking at me in concern for a brief second before at Thomas.

"Ready, Ame? On the count of three." Thomas instructed, looking at me as I rolled onto my back, in mid-growl.