I could tell that things wouldn't turn out so well for us. I slipped a knife out of its sheath and continued sprinting. The Grievers kept chasing up, whirs and clicks followed us as we ran. Thomas managed to keep up, but I knew that neither of us wouldn't be able to run forever.
"Thomas! Don't stop running!" I screamed.
"I know!" He yelled back as we took a sharp left.
"Thomas," I yelled. "I want you to keep running. Don't look back. I'm going to take them down."
"What?" Thomas almost screeched. Unfortunately, he managed to tumble forward and fall on his face. I glanced back and saw the Grievers round the corner and move their way towards us.
"Come on. Go!" I pulled Thomas up and shoved him away. "I've fought them before, and I've won." With one last look at me, Thomas turn and ran. Sighing, I pulled out another knife and turned to face the Grievers.
"Alright, you bastards," I muttered and threw a knife straight into a Grievers eye. It whined and cried out in pain, but only stumbled. I raced forward and tugged the knife out, swung and cut off a Griever's leg. I rolled and stuck a knife right under the Griever. It moaned and I rolled away with my knife before it could crush me.
"One done, two to go," I growled and threw another knife.
Thomas's POV:
He kept running, sweat beaded his forehead and his legs almost cried in pain, but he kept running. And Thomas couldn't stop thinking about Lizzy and how he had just left her. Thomas dashed down another "hallway" and came to a stop when he saw a Griever.
"Shit," he muttered and turned around, desperately trying to avoid death. Unfortunately, Thomas face planted onto the ground for what seemed like the millionth time. He got up and turned around to see the Griever barreling towards him, whirring and clicking. Wait…Thomas stood still until the Griever was about four feet away and dove to the side. The Griever fell with a startling crunch and almost groaned as it struggled to get back up. But Thomas didn't wait for it to kill him, he turned around and ran…right into Minho.
Lizzy's POV:
The knife flew into the second Griever's weak spots. I whipped out two more knives and slashed viciously at it before tossing one of the knifes into the other advancing Griever's eye. I rolled and ducked as the second Griever squealed and swung one of it's whirring blades at me.
"Dumb piece of shit," I muttered and swung upward. The knife cut clean through and the "arm" fell to the ground. But the Griever wasn't too badly fazed. I ducked and rolled to the side as the Griever swung at me again with alarming speed, cutting my arm. I growled in pain and took another knife out.
"Go to hell," I muttered, flipped through the air, landed on the Griever's head and stabbed it over and over again. I could feel it shudder and I jumped off before it crumbled. But my victory was short lived. The last Griever advanced towards me and I could feel the blood pouring from my arm, and I knew I wouldn't be able to fight the third one off.
Thomas's POV:
"Where's Lizzy?" Minho demanded and grasped Thomas's shoulder. "Thomas!"
"She…she…she told me to run. And I did." Minho looked like he was trying not to punch Thomas.
"Come on. We have to find her. But that diving thing of yours gave me an idea. Come on." Thomas almost groaned as he turned around and followed Minho into another dark corridor.
Lizzy's POV:
I stumbled as I slipped my last knife at of it's sheath and moved my way towards the last Griever. I managed to scavenge two other bloody knives, but they were slippery in my hand and I could barely focus. I stepped forward and attempted to move to the side as the Griever raised it's blade. But the question was, why weren't they trying to sting me? I feebly blocked the blade with a knife and managed to hack away at a part of it's arm. The Griever roared and swung at me again. This time it didn't miss. I screamed as the Griever's blade slashed down and sliced my leg.
"Lizzy," I heard someone scream. I thought I was hallucinating, but I almost sighed in relief when Minho twirled a knife in his hands and flung it at the Griever. Thomas swung me into his arms, and I groaned with pain. The last thing I saw was Minho roaring and stabbing the Griever in the eye. Then, there was only darkness.
Hey Guys! This is super short but I didn't want to leave you guys hanging. Ugh. I have a math test tomorrow…Wish me luck. :(