Always and Forever TMR -Newt

Twenty 'Proposal'

"But uhh- please tell me what's going on. Don't tell me that's a..." She trails off. I open my arm and she steps forward to join the hug.

"Chuck, Elissa, I need you guys to go to the Homestead with Y/n, and don't come out until dawn alright?" I feel them nod although they don't make a move to leave. But a stunned Y/n looks me in the eye, frustrated.

"I'm coming with you. I'm not leaving you alone." I smile at her words, at her. I kiss the top of her head.

"I won't be alone, but I don't want you to be either, take Chuck, and leave, please." She looks at me, behind me and eventually nods. I can't hide the relief flooding my veins. I let them both go, kissing Chuck on his head too before they dissapear towards the Homestead.

"Everyone go find a place to hide, make no sound, no light, you understand? Minho, Thomas, I want you to come with me, Jeff look for Alby and tell him to come look for me." They all do as I say and in a moment, the forest is empty. Except for Thomas, Minho and me.

I start running towards the entrance, the screeches of the Grievers getting closer by the second, the Glade is almost empty by now, except for some Gladers who weren't in the forest either, they carry torches and stern looks, ready to fight whenever necessary.

"Newt!" I hear a familiar low voice call my name and I turn around. I don't show how relieved I am once again, I don't like beeing in charge, not in these kind of situations anyway.

"I don't think I have to explain the situation to ya." I shrug, try to seem calm. While my insides burn with guilt, for not beeing able to make this night the way I hoped it to be, fear, for everything that has to come, and protectiveness, towards everyone around me.

Alby looks around, as if noticing something now, for the first time.

"Newt, the other doors, they are open too." My eyes widen and I see it then, behind Alby, a gigantic creature, one I hadn't seen in over two years. It's scorpion like tail, swinging in the air. It's mouth hanging open, eager to set it's teeth in one of us. All of us.

"We have to get out of here. NOW!" I yell. Everyone seems to realise were already cornered by one of the murderous creatures.

Screams and yells start to echo through my ears as they all fade into one. I look around, making sure there is no one so stupid to stay outs-

Y/n.

I see her walking towards me with a spear.

"Chuck isn't alone in there now, almost half the Glade is in there." I curse under my breath. Fear crippling me from inside out. I notice Minho grinning besides me and Thomas mirrors my concerned look. I see Alby dissapearing into the Gathering hut with at least 10 others.

A young boy who I know all too well runs inside right before the door closes and I let out a groan.

"If I will go inside, promise me you will too." I say, still looking at the wooden hut. She nods, but doesn't walk away, instead she stands next to me, turns around and points the spear at the Griever.

"Sunshine, you can barely stand with your injured foot, how are you going to fight that thing?! Not to mention that your pregnant." I can see she's getting frustrated with me, she doesn't back down. She never does.

"As you said, I'll hide when you do. Besides how are you going to fight with your limp, Newt?" She has turned to me now, clenching the spear as if it's the only thing holding her together right now. I meet her gaze and it's full of fire, but they soften as she sees my concerned look.

"I'm not leaving you alone. Never." I open my mouth to give her another reason to go back when the Griever turns into it's ball of steel and charges towards us.

Without thinking I launch myself against Y/n and push her aside with me. Praying that Thomas and Minho did the same.

When I look around and find all four of us unharmed I finally breath out again.

Not that I have time to inhale too. The Griever is rolling towards us. It's sharp and murderous spikes sticking on top of the now steel ball.

"GO TO THE COUNCIL HALL!" Minho yells. I stick my hand out, for Y/n to take, but my skin is met with the cold evening air. I look around to find Y/n running towards the closest tree. Screaming at the top of her lungs to the Griever.

I've lost the ability to talk and walk as I just stare at her. Forcing my limbs to work again.

Y/n

I decided to ignore the stinging pain in my leg as I climb in the tree. A plan has formed in my mind that will hopefully shake of this Griever. Or even kill it.

The rough wood of the enormous tree I decided to climb into creaks under my weight, splinters bury themselves in my skin.

I bite my tounge against the pain. Feeling blood filling my mouth. I keep screaming things, yelling at the dirty creature to follow me.

When I'm high enough, I wait. Pulse hammering in my skin, adrenaline flowing through my veins. The Griever has clearly decided I will be it's next meal. I just have to hope he's not too desperate he'll climb in a tree.

He doesn't. He unfolds itself from it's steel form and screeches up at me. It seems to create another plan as it launches itself against the tree, making me sway through the air and bite my toung even harder. I need it to stop, I need it to stay still.

After what feels like hours, he finally stops, my hands are bleeding from the impact of the tree bark. But I can't hide my grin covering the tips of me mouth.

It's stand still beneith me, looking me right in the eye. It's dark eyes seem to be locking onto mine. A silent promise that it'll remember me for the next time. That it'll tear me apart in the worst way possible.

"Too late there won't be a next time, Bud." I jump out of the tree, spear in front of me, sharp edge right above the Griever's face.

Before it can even register that I've jumped down, the silver point has met it's flesh and pierced through it's eye.

I jump off the Griever and run away from it as fast as I can, leaving it to shake it's head franticly, trying to lose the spear that has pierced through the beasts head.

A figure stands behind me and I don't have to turn around to sense who it is.

Newt says something I think. But I can't hear his voice over the pulsing in my head and the screams of the Griever.

"We have to get out of here before his friends decide to finish what he tried to start." I say, finally Able to hear the other horrors of the Glade.

*End Chapter 20*