Saying that there were Greivers in the Scorch was an understatement.

Correction. There was no such thing as a Greiver in this sandy wasteland. Instead the huge bulbs carried a kind of creature that was beyond Lynn's imagination and couldn't even possibly describe what the hell it even was. It was thirty feet away from the blonde's being and all she had was a rusty bow and arrow and her bare fists. Not that much protection, but it would have to do. After all, a tall, lanky mushy creature thing was slowly inching her way and there was nothing she could do about it. Lynn could hear Minho and Harriet giving commands over the sound of rain and wind, their words lost before they could even reach Lynn's ears.

She had been strategically placed in between Thomas and Newt, each of them having one of WICKED's latest creations coming their way with no plan of stopping. The downpour soaked through Lynn's jacket and pants, sticking to her skin as she began to think of moving forward to charge the abomination. And as the creature grew closer and closer, she realized her bow and arrow would be of no use, no use at all. How would she be able to shoot down something three times the size of her? Not possible. Just the arrows would have to suffice. Well, shit.

The monsters were at twenty feet now, trudging through the sand and rainwater trickling down off their gooey, beige shoulders. Silvery bulbs shined against its slippery flesh, flickering in Lynn's hazel iris'.

"Now!" Minho's rough command reached Lynn's earshot over the wind, making her head turn sharply to see his face for possibly the last time. "Charge 'em!"

With no time to think or develop a plan (well, one was developed but Lynn was off in her own world when they were discussing it), all charged at their designated creation of WICKED; Lynn decided to hang back for a moment, trying to find a strategy to use on whatever the hell these things were. She easily spotted the light bulb thingys that decorated its back, arms, legs, practically everywhere. While Lynn saw Minho go at the beige creature with knives in both hands and Sonya attacking it with the sharp end of her spear, it seemed more practical to hit the silver bulbs then just go mad with whatever weapon was in hand.

Lynn dashed towards the slimy thing, a single arrow in hand and a task in mind. Destroy the bulbs. They must be there for the reason. With each glass bulb destroyed might make the monster weaker and weaker. Possibly? Maybe? Lynn didn't have a clue, but it was better than nothing.

At the feet of some sort of monster, Lynn stared up at the thing in horror. It was definitely scarier up close than from far away. It's melted face almost dripped onto Lynn's forehead, black, hollow eyes gazing at her peculiarly. The monster stood completely still, as if it were waiting for Lynn or make the first move, do something. She didn't move, she didn't do anything in fear of if she'd be impaled by something that would emerge from its flesh without notice.

A lanky arm began to move, bearing its yellow, knife-looking teeth that was hidden beneath the flesh. She spotted the long, bony fingers inching towards her face, watching as the sharp nails neared her line of sight. It was now or never. Before the abomination could even touch her skin, she let her mind take over her limbs, sending the arrow down right into a bulb attached to its wrist.

It stopped moving completely, a loud POP! echoing through the air as the bulb burst into shards. Worry began to reel through Lynn's mind as the monster's posture straightened, towering over her once more. Would Minho be alright? Newt? Thomas? All the girls from Group B? Would they figure out the bulbs were the weakness of the beige slimething? Shit, possibilities are endless when it comes to if they would die or not. The desert floor could swallow them whole for all Lynn knew. But that couldn't distract her, certainly not now.

Before she could even process what was going to happen next, the monster swung its arm at her, one of its long, sharp nails tearing out the stitching on her forehead.

Not only did it hurt like a mother, but the blood poured out of her head like a shucking river. She screamed in agony as she gripped her head with one hand, gripping her single arrow tightly in the other. No one probably heard her due to the wind picking up even more and thunder clouds had just rolled in above their heads. Blood dribbled down across Lynn's face, making her vision red. She couldn't give up now though, but her body completely surrendered, the amount of blood she was losing weakening her. Black spots were scattered across the screen of red. There was nothing she could possibly do.

Everything she did next was in a haze. The monstrosity still stood high above her, readying both hands for another attack. All the bulbs were still intact (except for the one Lynn had destroyed). If she popped every single one of them, then the monster would ultimately crumble apart, right? Lynn just hoped she didn't come apart before it did.

She dodged its arm and launched herself at its torso, tackling it to the ground as she crush about a dozen bulbs with her weight and a couple more with the sharp end of the arrow. Straddling the waist, she stabbed the arrow through the beige slime of its throat and dragged it to the chest; goo tearing apart and pooling in the sand, the water washing away the slime.

POP, POP, POP.

All the bulbs on it's left arm were gone.

POP, POP, POP.

Now the right arm.

With one more left on the top of its head, Lynn had the arrow in her right hand with her left hand gripping her wrist for support. A look of utter pain and blood coating half her face, her arms felt like anvils as she held them above her head, just wanting for everything to be over and kill this mother-shucking monster.

Something made her cast a glance over her shoulder before she did anything, taking a look at the battle field. Most had gotten the same exact idea as Lynn had, including Thomas and few others from Group A and Sonya, Lily, and Harriet, others hadn't been so lucky. Christine laid lifeless on the ground, a Glader whose name Lynn didn't know sprawled on the ground right next to her. She couldn't spot Minho, Aris, or Newt, but she got distracted when a flash of lightning landed right next to her.

She lifted her arms up once more, the thought of one of her girls and possibly more were dead because of WICKED, after so many had lost their lives in the Maze beforehand. Her mind reeling with fury, Lynn stabbed the arrow into the final bulb; head bowing as she watched her own blood drip into the creature's lifeless, black eyes.

A final roar left it's spiked, melted mouth, finally dropping it's head to the sand in defeat.

Lynn could've just collapsed right then and there. She felt herself going the second she stood up on her own two feet. A voice brought her back, a hand holding her own as they tugged her in the other direction.

"Lynn c'mon, we have to take cover!" Newt was the one beside her, her feet running without even thinking about it. Blinding flashes of lightening were everywhere, coming down in every spot of land. The twins took off in a sprint towards one of the empty pods, the wind almost holding them back as it blew grains of sand into their faces.

The younger twin forget all about the pain she was in, how she didn't even have a sense of where her legs were, she forget about everything. Just survive. That's all that needed to happen. And she was going to make it happen whether WICKED liked it or not.

Both of the twins dived into the pod, Lynn landing on top of Newt's chest as the latch shut behind them. A distant sound of thunder, lightening, and rain banging on the metal filling the space of silence between them. All that was exchanged between the two were heavy pants as they both took in the horrible smelling air that was the only sign the slime monster had been in there.

Letting her head fall onto her brother's chest, Lynn closed her eyes tight as she felt Newt wrap his arms around her.

"You alright Lynn?"

Don't tell him. Don't tell him that your head is bleeding, don't tell him your stitches came undone. You're the last thing he needs to worry about. Don't tell him you feel like you're going to pass out. Don't say anything.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Lynn slowly rolled off him, the sound of her body hitting the bottom of the pod with a light thud. "Are you okay?"

She turned her head to see the outline of her brother's body, searching for his hand and holding it tight when she found it.

"I'm doin' alright for a guy who was just attacked by a bloody piece of slime." He let out a short laugh, squeezing Lynn's hand. "Bloody hell, it smells like klunk in here."

"Agreed." Sitting up, Lynn felt nausea drift over her. It did smell disgusting. "I think I'm going to be sick."

Newt sat up next to her, favoring his bad leg and extending it out. "Try not to puke on me please, that's the last thing I need today."

Lynn huffed, squeezing Newt's hand again. It gave her reassurance in someway, knowing that her brother was right here, with her, and she thought she was safe for like two seconds. That's all she needed.

"We have one more minute." Newt said.

"Until what?"

"Until our time is up. You know, the deadline that Ratman gave us. Two weeks, remember?"

"Oh right, forgot about his stickin' face."

"Supposedly, the Safe Hav-"

A loud bang cut off Newt's words, white crashing through the rounded, metal ceiling off the pod. Lynn let out a short scream as it went straight down in the small space between her and Newt. Both looked up to see the dark gray sky. Drained of color with rain pouring through the small hole, the sky looked dull and boring. But then, other than the sound of rain, thunder, or lightning, a harsh hum echoed through the walls. Sounded like a helicopter or a plane or something.

"I think we should get outta here." Newt let go of Lynn's hand, turning around to open the latch. "Help me with this, will you?"

Even though he couldn't see clearly, he watched Lynn's shadow nod as she came up beside him.

"On three," Lynn said, trying to find Newt's matching amber eyes in the darkness. "One, two, three." Using what little strength they had in the them, Lynn and Newt managed to push the pod door up far enough for them to fit through.

At the same time, they hoisted their weight up by a bar above the entrance and swung their legs out of the pod, throwing themselves out of the small exit. The two wobbled when they landed, Newt due to his leg and Lynn with all the blood she's lost. But the second their feet hit the sand, they took off running. They didn't care where they were going, but they saw Thomas, Teresa, Brenda, and Jorge running in the same direction they were. So they must be going the right way.

Lynn kept peering to the side at Newt, eyeing him to make sure he didn't trip or fall because of his limp. When she returned her head forward, she saw Thomas do a double-take at her face. Clearly her blood-covered face had become noticeable. She shook her head, a way of telling him not to worry about it for right now.

A humongous cargo plane had landed about one hundred feet in front of them. Its jets were still running, and Lynn bet it wasn't going to stay on the ground for much longer.

Her and Newt quickened their pace, hearing various words to keep the others running 'keep running', 'hurry up!', 'we don't have much longer'. Time was running out.

Lynn and Newt were among the last ones to make it, throwing themselves onto the platform as it was chest-high, slowly rising up by the minute. Newt had gotten on easier than Lynn had, since his body was longer more than three quarters of him were already on the plane, using his arms to pull him up further. Lynn had just barely caught the edge, holding tightly to the end; she kicked her legs helplessly and tried heaving herself up, but to no avail.

She could feel herself slipping away again. Starting to lose feeling in her fingers as they went numb, she couldn't even tell if she was holding on anymore.

"Someone help!" The blonde cried out. Newt surely should be right there, he was next to her when they jumped.

Just as she felt her fingers letting go; Sonya's and Lily's faces peeked over the edge, grabbing an arm each and hauling her up right before the platform had been restored to its upright position.

Falling in between Sonya and Lily, Lynn felt everything fall on her at once. The pain, the blood, the weakness. Her blonde hair had fallen from its ponytail and created a curtain around her face, hiding her red-stained cheeks, forehead, chin, lips. She mustered the strength to stand again, looking down to see the shoulder of her jacket covered in blood, her shirt and the thighs of her pants as well.

Her head snapped upwards, eyes darting around the room to find someone who could help. Sonya, Newt, Harriet, Lily, Minho...someone.

Shakily holding her head in her hands, Lynn could feel her head pounding harder and harder with each intake of breath she took. A stray cry gurgled from her lips, black dots returning again and shading her vision.

"Lynn?"

Thomas. She could feel his hand on her shoulder, using a finger to tip her chin upward. Her golden locks were drenched with rain and stuck to her face, still hiding from Thomas's eyes.

"Lynn, it looked like you had something on your-"

She combed a trembling hand through her hair, pushing it back. Both of her hands moved forward to use Thomas' outstretched forearms to stabilize her for balance. Her head tipped upwards.

"Holy shit…"

Blood was still gushing from where the monster had ripped out the stitching on her head. Her knees gave out.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Thomas caught her, helping her to the ground. "Stay with me, Lynn. Just stay with me - Someone help!"

Lynn felt tears welling up in her eyes. The pain was so much she couldn't even sound out a single word.

"Lynn!"

Sonya's fragile hands held her face in her hands. "Lynn, don't you dare close your eyes!"

All the sound in the room stopped. Only the shouts of Lynn's name bouncing off the holding areas walls.

The younger twin could see Thomas take her hand in his, lying her down to the ground. Sonya was bent down next to her, caressing her cheek gently as if to calm her down, help make the pain go away.

A ringing was in her ears now. The echoing of Thomas and Sonya's voices as they desperately called out for help. Other voices were there too, but Lynn couldn't see where they were. Her eyes were closed

"She's losing a lot of blood…" Clint's voice was right next to Sonya's. "Her stitches must've been torn out."

"Lynn, can you hear me?" Harriet's warm, motherly voice made it through the non-stop alarm going through her eardrums. "Everything's going to be alright, okay? You're going to be fine."

"Please, Lynn. Just hang in there." It was Sonya again. "We're getting you help."

"Everything's going to fine, Lynn. Everything's going to be fine…" Thomas was rubbing his thumb over her knuckles, soothing her as all the pain and drowsiness and nausea finally took over.

But there was one last thing she heard before she slipped into the deep-end.

"LYNN!"

Minho.

End of Book Two.

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GUESS WHO'S BACK MOTHER SHUCKERS?!

Ahhh, it's so nice to be writing again. How have all of you been? I'm pretty sure you guys are pissed that I haven't really updated this or TLIS (To Love In Secret) in like...forever. But I'm really really really REALLY sorry about that. I've had the most horrible case of writer's block for my two stories and it really sucked. It's all good now though.

I suspect that updates will mostly take place on the weekend or holidays (because of school). But rest assured that I will not be MIA for as long as I have been.

Also, apologies for this chapter because it isn't my best and unedited. I wrote it at one in the morning since I had a dream about this story and it sparked my imagination. I just really wanted to give you guys a chapter for this story.

Remember to comment, and a thank you to all of those you still followed or favorited the story while I was gone.

Hope you enjoy!

-Broadwaykid1832