George leapt to his feet, his wild eyes flew open, they were solid black and rimmed in red, the wild feral animalistic scream echoed off the Glad walls.

"Griever! It was the damn Griever! They'll kill us all!" The words flew from his mouth like the spit and black goo.

"George?" Evelyn asked caustusly.

His head snapped in her direction so fast it looked like he broke his neck. He let out another wild scream.

"You're not one of us!"

He lunged at her. He tackled her to the ground. He went wild. Scratching and clawing, trying to bite. Evelyn cried out throwing her hands up to protect her face.

"Stop! George! Stop! Please!"

Alby and Newt tried pulling him off, but he swatted them away, nashing his teeth at Newt's hand. George turned back to the girl he had pinned on the ground, and he was drawing blood, she tried fighting back, twisting away from him. His hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing, cutting off her air supply.

He was tackled. She gasped for breath. Her vision in and out of focus. Jack had somehow managed to get George off, now they were wrestling. George pinned Jack onto the grass and started throwithus fists into the boy. He went for the eyes, drawing blood from Jack's face. George was screaming the whole time. Jack was trying his best to talk to him, tears sliding down his face, he was pleading with the boy he loved.

But it was like George had turned into some kind of monster in a matter of minutes. He seemed to have gained the strength of 10 grown men. He held Jack down and swung a fist into Jack's face, even from her half dazed state Evelyn heard something crunch.

Other guys were now trying to pull him off. Jack was covered in blood. His fight was becoming febal, as George wouldn't stop. He screamed again, spit flying from his mouth, his eyes black and buldging. No one was able to get a hold on him for long, he was swinging every limb, nashing his teeth and twisting he was like a feral animal. And he wouldn't stop.

"MOVE!" Alby's deep voice roared.

He came running through the group, a spear held up by his shoulder like an ancient warrior. Evelyn's hazy eyes were glued to Jack, she struggled to her hands and knees, desperately crawling over to the struggling boys. George had dug his fingers into Jack's eye sockets, he screamed and withered in pain.

With a wild yell if his own, Alby thrust the spear into the back of George's neck. There was enough force that it poked through the front. His wild animal screams turned to chocking gargling, he fell off Jack and twitched. Dark red blood soaked the grass. Evelyn pulled Jack closer to herself, he had his hands covering his injured and bloody face.

George twitched once more and went still.

It was silent. And then slowly as if lost in a trans the boys slowly walked away.

Jack was sobbing in Evelyn's arms, soaking her shirt in tears and blood. Alby, slumped, using the spear to hold himself up, Newt slid to the ground sitting cross legged on the grass his head in his hands looking absolutely miserable. Ben stood staring at the dead boy on the grass, his face white as a ghost.

"What the shucken hell just happened?"

Evelyn twisted her head, and saw Nick standing just behind them. His face was a mixture of shock, and fear. Behind his glasses, hi eyes flicked between everyone, slowly gathering what happened.

Alby summed up what happened. Nick came over and crouched down beside George.

"He kept saying something stung him!" Ben muttered, running a hand through his hair.

"Thank you Ben. I think you should go take a shower, go get some food from Fry, someone will come check in you in a bit okay?" Nick dismissed Ben who just staggered away.

"Evy? Can you come here?" Nick asked.

She detached herself from Jack, who just curled up on the grass, his hands still over his face. Nick took in her injuries, she had her own fair share of cuts and bruises, a good handprint was forming on her neck.

Nick frowned and his eyes softened looking at her.

"I'm sorry to have to ask, but is there any way you'd be able to feel anything off on him?" He asked her gently.

Swallowing her tears, she nodded. She took George's lifeless hand in hers and closed her eyes, concentrating. She couldn't feel anything, there was no life left in him. But something felt... foreign.

"There's something...wrong."

Someone snorted, "ya clearly."

"Newt slim it or leave." Nick snapped.

Evelyn blinked back her tears, her chin quivered, but she clamped her jaw for a second and swalled her pain and sorrow.

"What I mean, is there's something...foreign. I can't...I don't know what it is." She tried again to explain what she felt. It made her skin crawl.

"Okay, Thanks Evy." Nick said gently.

He started rummiging through his clothes and pockets, looking at his arms and legs, twisting them and moving them. Alby hadn't said a word, but was watching the exchange, with curious cold eyes. With a small grunt, Nick flipped George over and ran his hands over his back.

"Wait, Nick, look." Evelyn whisper and pointed to a spot on his back, near the shoulder blade.

Nick stuck his fingers in the small hole and frowned at her, she shrugged. Nick ripped George's shirt. They both gasped. Evelyn sat back, a hand over her mouth.

The skin was red and swollen, thick black veins webbing from a perfectly round puncture wound. Everything was perfectly circular. It almost looked like a black spider with broken black legs. The vicious wound was hard to look at. It made Evelyn's stomach turn.

"Well, there's your something foregin." Nick said quietly.

She looked away, tears in her eyes. Her friend...he was laying dead at her feet, killed in a wild gruisom way. She heard chicks and sniffles. Getting up with more tears skidding down her face, making her scratches sting she crawled over to Jack, and gently got him to his feet.

"Come on, let's go."

She was gentle with the boy, taking most of his weight. No one stopped them. No one came to help either. She got Jack back to the MedHut and he just slid from her grasp onto the bed. She knelt down in front of her friend, her brother and her partner. She had to pry his hands away from his face.

She sucked in a sharp breath. His face was awful. Swollen bruised and bloody. She cupped his cheeks and forced her healing power into his face. Even though she was exhausted and still trying to recover from the last few days and reeling from what happened, she forced her powers into Jack. He needed it more than her.

She knew she was over exhausting herself. She did it anyways. Her vision became fuzzy. Her world was spinning and breathing was labored. She heard a wild whoosh in her ears. Her eyes rolled into her head and she collapsed. Before she hit the ground strong arms caught her.

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Minho had come back, saw the group standing around George and sprinted over. Alby explained what happened. Minho rounded on Newt and ripped into him quick for leaving Evelyn alone and sprinted to the MedHut in time to see her collapse while Jack just sat there, frozen, and unresponsive.

Minho caught her and lifted her into a bed. He had no idea what to do, but Jack didn't look good. Just Evelyn managed to heal most of his cuts and helped his swollen eye. But his eyes were vacant and unfocused, his body void of life. His face was pale and clammy. Minho just left Jack for the moment and turned to the girl on the bed, she still had cuts all over her face and arms, some were still bleeding.

He didn't know her natural healing pants and stuff, but her could clean them and wrap them. He spent the next part of an hour cleaning and wrapping her arms neck and face. He was angry with Newt. Why would he just leave her, let her walk away. She just watched a friend attack not only her but the guy he loved, trying to kill them, and then die a grousum death.

Once she was wrapped he pulled a blanket over her, and turned to Jack who was still sitting in the same spot.

"Hey shank? Wanna lay down?"

Jack didn't respond. Minho sighed ran a hand through his sweaty hair- he never got a shower after his run. And went to the door, he has to find Nick or Alby...Gally even, someone to watch the two MedJacks. They were both out of commission right now. He walked towards the dinning area.

"Hey! Anyone know where Nick and Alby are?" He yelled.

A kid picked his head up.

"In the Deadheads."

"The what now?"

"Deadheads."

Minho gave him a weird look.

"The graveyard in the forest, dude."

"Uh huh." Minho shook his head, "weird shucken names for stuff." He muttered and turned and went looking for them. He ran into Gally on his way.

"Hey, can you do me a favor? Can you just watch the MedHut? Both Jack and Ev are out of commission right now. I need to find Nick."

Gally nodded solumly.

"Thank man." Minho called his shoulder and jogged off to find the leaders of this shucked place.

He had just entered the tree line when he heard wild shouting. Minho spun around towards it, looking frantically for the fire. Just as the ground began to shake and the doors started to slid shut, he saw a boy sprinting for the nearest door. Gally following behind screaming for him to stop.

Minho took off, sprinting towards the boy, he knew he wasn't going to make it, but he had to try. Jack slid through the crack with a wild sob just as the door slammed shut.

There was a crowd of people now, who all saw Jack run into the maze, run into certain death. Gally was panting, his eyes wild now too.

"What the shuck just happened?" Minho demanded.

"I went to the hut like you asked. Ev was just waking up, she asked for water for her a cup and Jack just like jumped started sobbing and said he couldn't do it and sprinted out of the hut." Gally yelled back.

Minho deflated. Nick shoved his was through to the front Alby close behind. Minho caught sight of a short blond and she looked broken.

He cursed, nudged Nick and nodded at Evelyn. Nick turned just in time to see her sink to the ground.

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She couldn't sleep that night. All she could hear were George's animal screams and Jacks pleading. She got out of bed, kniwitshe needed sleep, but it wasn't going to happen.

She left her hut bare foot and walked away into the woods. She heard the rustle of leaves and crouched down. Hephaestus crawled up her arm into her shoulder.

"Let's go say goodbye to George." She whispered.

The lizard nuzled her cheek. She slowly walked through the moon lit forest. Her heart heavy and full of sorrow. She let the tears flow silently down her cheeks.

Minho and Nick had been so sweet and caring towards her. But what really bothered her was how distant Newt had been. She wished he was beside her. He was calm and gentle, well he used to be. She missed the gentle Newt. She could feel his eyes on her at supper today, but when she glanced his way he was always busy or looking away. She had given up and wandered back to the hut and just sat at the desk her knees pulled to her chest.

Nick made her go shower and made her some tea, but she still felt empty. Now she wandered the forest at night, under the glow of the moon....

"Like the witch that I am, hey Hephy?" She whispered sadly, another tear fell from her chin and onto the grass beneath her feet.

"What do I do? I wish...you would talk, give me some advice. I miss him. I miss him a lot."

The lizard just nudged her cheek again. She gentle leaned her head on top of his small scally one. They made it to the Deadheads. Three crosses were now stuck hapazerdly into the earth, each representing a body. But these were only the body's they burried. There were still the boys lost to the stone halls of the maze.

She knelt down beside George's fresh dug earth and she finally let herself cry. She buried her face in her arms and she cried. deep heart wrenching sobs. She leaned forwards so she was now leaning on the mound of earth, baring her hurting heart and soul. Hephaestus crawled off her shoulder and into the earth mound, and faced her. He tried nudging her, but she was too wrapped up in her sorrow.

Arms pulled her into their chest. She had no idea who it was. She didn't hear them come up behind her. She didn't fight it, she had no strength left, he pulled her into his chest and let her cry. She lost two of her best friends in a matter of hours.

"I'm sorry Lee! I'm so sorry, Love!"

Newt's voice broke. He held her and they cried together.