The Griever Girl (Minho). COMPLETED

Chapter 12

"Aris" he mumbled I wrote it down. I heard his stomach rumble I ignored it. Poor kid looked starving.

"Ms. Amanda we need you in area 6 for testing of the Grievers" a voice said in my ear piece

I touched it to respond

"Be there in a sec" I said

"We need you over here to gather the box" another voice said

I groaned and responded.

"I'll be there." And the boys stomach rumbled again I huffed slamming my clipboard down, he flinched, I stomped out of the room.

I snuck into the kitchen.

"Ms. Amanda" the cook said. "What do you need?"

"Beef soup, loaf of bread and a bottle of water!" She looked surprised but got everything I walked back to Aris and handed him the food

"Eat up. And hurry there going to come to take you!" I said. He shoveled the food down his throat in a few minutes and drank the water in seconds.

I saw color return to his cheeks and he looked more relaxed. There was a knock on the door. It opened and Chancellor Paige walked in smiling with doctors behind her with a gurney

I grabbed Aris by the arms and pushed him on the bed. He stumbled.

"Easy" Chancellor Paige said I rolled my eyes and wheeled him out

"Where are we going?" He asked

"Somewhere" I answered he looked up at me scared. "You'll be fine"

I stroked his hair when I saw panic in his face. We got to the lab I brought out the needle. He struggled to get away I held him down

"Shhhhh" I said. "It's okay"

He relaxed as I pushed the needle in his arm.

"There" I said. I looked over at the tubes filled with blue stuff. The guards hoisted Aris up slowly the put him in one. Before I closed the door I stuffed a candy bar I'm his pocket.

It was shut. Aris eyes fluttered open. He banged against the glass I touched my pocket and looked at him he looked down reaching inside his pocket. His eyes widened but he kept banging against the glass. Tears were in his eyes as he disappeared.

I broke down crying that night. And I swore I would never ever send another person in there again.

End of memory #4

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Memory #5

Training new Grievers was better then sending people in the maze. Newborns Grievers were the cutest things I've ever seen

'Eyes on me' I communicated. 'Follow me'

I held a dead rat in my gloved hand. They eagerly pushed each other as they tried to impress me.