This was a very creative request by fadingshadowss and I had loads of fun with it. It's longer than usual. Enjoy!
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smileyface I am: Hey, that's one of my favorite songs! I'm not sure if I'll be able to do your request, since I have no experience writing that kind of thing. But I'll try it and if I like how it turns out then it'll be posted next chapter. Thanks for reviewing!
Property of W.C.K.D: Glad you like it! Thanks for reviewing! Keep reading!
Sydney: Thanks! I loved writing it, and if I get time, I might continue it. Maybe in a later chapter or something. I'm glad you enjoy this story, and thanks for the compliment! Made my day!
fadingshadowss: Thanks! This is for you, I hope you like it! I really enjoyed making this, sorry it took so long!
Darkness blurred into weak daylight as Thomas, Newt, and Minho opened their eyes. They had been recruited into WICKED a month ago, and the scientists had been testing them ever since. They said their skills could save the world. That together, they would be part of something much bigger than themselves.
They hadn't been outside in that entire time, so it came as a surprise to find themselves suddenly out in the wild. But it wasn't the wild, not quite. There as open air above them, sky, but they were trapped by towering gray walls on either side. The walls snaked off in different directions. A maze.
"Where are we?" Newt asked hoarsely. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten there.
"Maybe it's another test?" Thomas suggested. Minho barked a harsh laugh.
"Yeah. Or maybe they kicked us out of their labs for being idiots."
His words resonated for a second. Thomas stood up.
"Whatever this is, we need to get out of here."
"He's right, I'm getting a bad feeling about this," Newt agreed. Minho begrudgingly stood. He eyed the walls.
"This way. We keep to the right until we hit a dead end," He commanded. Thomas and Newt nodded. Minho sighed and started walking. His eyes darted around as he moved, memorizing every crevice in the rock. Every detail in the moss covered ground. He could tell this place was huge, and he did not want to get lost.
It was getting cold, and the boys shivered as they went, occasionally jogging.
"This is stupid. Let's just run it or something," Thomas said.
"That's a great idea, if you want to spend the bloody night here. Lost," Newt rolled his eyes.
"They wouldn't just leave us out here, would they?" Thomas muttered.
"Probably. Besides, they have hundreds of other kids to test out. Like new toys," Minho answered.
"Hey! They're doing good! And none of us have been hurt! We've all been cared for!" Thomas yelled.
"I don't trust them either. Feels wrong," Newt joined in.
"Well if this is a test, then they can probably hear us."
"Fine by me," Minho growled.
"Wait!" Newt stopped walking. "Shut up! Listen."
They listened. Everyone stopped walking. In the newfound silence, it was unmistakable.
Click.
Click.
Whirr!
It sounded machine-like, buzzing and pulsing and ticking like a clock. And whatever it was, it was very close.
"That must be where we're trying to go. I told you it was a test!" Thomas said, "Let's go."
Newt and Minho didn't question him. Tired and hungry and annoyed, all three boys broke into a run. Around the left. Backtrack to the right!
Click!
Click!
WHIIIIRRRR!
The noises grew louder. Another right. Through a path covered in ooze. And finally, there. They froze. There was no exit. There was no computer. Muttered curses escaped lips.
A monster, with a sloshing, bulbous fleshy body, stood in front of them. It had tiny, shriveled eyes at the front of its face, and long metallic arms that looked painfully, almost randomly, placed. Stingers and needles bristled on it's arms. It roared at them, sending globs of slime onto the boys' faces.
"Run!" Thomas screamed redundantly. Minho turned and sprinted away. Thomas and Newt followed, but he was obviously much faster than them. The other two were nearly matched in speed.
The monster ran for them, dragging its body towards them. A word smashed into Thomas' head as he ran. Griever. He'd never heard it before, but he knew somehow that this was the creature's name.
He noticed Newt and Minho stumble slightly and knew they'd had the same experience. The griever screamed at them, gears grinding noisily. It jumped onto the wall and skittered in front of them, jumping off to block their path.
Minho skidded to a stop, nearly falling over in the process. The griever pounced, pinning him down. Its weight took his breath away. He gasped, struggling in its hold. He saw a needle coming towards him.
"Minho get ready to run!" Thomas barreled into the griever, shoulder first. He bounced off with a stunned look on his face. The griever turned to look at him and Newt slid at Minho's side. He grabbed a slimy arm and pulled up, grunting from the effort. The griever wailed, and Newt felt something sticky trickle out of his eardrum. He shoved the arm away and dodged a second one, grabbing Minho and running out of the way.
But now it was on Thomas. It reared up and flopped back down, swiping its arms at Thomas. They connected, and he flew into the wall. He groaned.
"Tommy!" Newt yelled. Minho ran in again, his every breath sending painful pinpricks down his injured ribcage. They were in real danger, this wasn't a test. Thomas held up his arms weakly, shielding himself as the griever head butted him. He blinked away dark spots. It roared again and all sound fell away. Suddenly, Minho and Newt were at his side. Newt reached up and grabbed its head, his hands sinking into the gooey flesh. The griever pulled back, then lunged, bucking Newt off. He landed in a heap on his back. Now it focused back on Minho and Thomas.
It snarled, moving side to side like a snake. Minho punched its eyes. Thomas grabbed the leg that had been about to rip through his chest. He wheezed.
"Pull!" He shouted. Minho understood the command and began to help him pull the leg out of its socket. Newt was up again and distracted the griever while they worked. The leg slipped out with surprising ease. And now they had a weapon. Minho grabbed it from Thomas' hands and held it up like a sword.
The griever came closer, not understanding what had happened. Newt dived underneath it huddled next to Minho, who plunged the leg into the griever's squishy head. It exploded into a goo, like a popped water balloon. The creature swayed, and Minho struck it again, in its chest and sides and stomach.
With a garbled, mechanical scream, the griever sank to the ground. Headless and dead. The boys trembled in shock, covered with bits of sludge and slippery slime.
"We've done it?" Newt whispered. Suddenly the walls receded and the griever disintegrated. Within a blink, they were in a sterile white room. A speaker rang out.
"Well done. You have completed your final test. Thomas has been chosen to be a creator. Minho and Newt have been selected for the trials. None of you will remember your time together. Begin the swipe!" Ava's voice commanded.
A mist began to fill the room and everything went dark.
And there you have it! I've been working on my action scenes, what do you guys think? Please review! Oh! And does anyone know where I got the title from? Hint: big hands. ;)
Wolf Out...