I screamed. I threw all my hurt and pain, anger, fear and frustration behind that scream. I pulled back on the string just as an arrow from behind me streaked past. I let go and two arrows slammed into the face of the Griever.

I turned my head. Teresa was standing just behind me, lowering her bow. I caught her eye and she nodded.

"Come on. We can take them in the trees."

She turned and sprinted for the Deadheads. I followed without question. If there was one person I trusted to fight beside it was her, we had enough reason to fight and not be taken back. We wouldn't go down easily. We wanted out; out from the Maze, out from the watchful eye of the Designers and out from the control of The Handler.

We got to the tree line just as another Griever screamed and charged us. We slid behind trees to hide. I pressed my back up against the tree, trying to catch my breath. I slid a short fat knife out and held it slightly tilted so I could see the reflection. It wasn't a perfect mirror, but it helped. The Griever slowed down, taking slow menacing steps forwards, its head slowly looking side to side. Its beady black little eyes searching the shadowy forest line for something- or a someone. The Griever opened its mouth and let out a wild scream, showing off rows of razor sharp metal teeth.

I glanced up at Teresa, she had her back pressed against a tree a few feet away. Her body hidden in shadows, fires from the Glade flickered, casting eerie shadows. The sounds of Grievers screaming, boys screaming in fear and pain, structures breaking, everything faded to background noise in my ears.

Teresa pressed a finger to her lips and slowly slid another arrow out of her quiver. I sheathed the knife and did the same. Holding the arrow ready, now facing down in front of me. We made eye contact again and I nodded. Together we spun out from our hiding spot and let our arrows fly. They screamed through the air in unison and slammed into the back of the Grievers mouth. Even from here, and in the dark I could see the thing shirt circuit.

I spun away and climbed up the nearest tree. Perched in the tree, I could see the Glade.

"So much for Gally's warning." Teresa muttered bitterly.

She had climbed up and was standing beside me. Most of the buildings were destroyed. The crops were ripped apart and the field was on fire. The Bloodhouse was also on fire. I could feel the anger swelling. Ready to explode. I let a growl escape.

"No one fucks with my family."

I shouldered my bow for the moment and turned and started to leap from branch to branch. I saw two Grievers attacking the Council hall. Teresa was hot on my tail.

"If we can get close enough we can get it's attention away from the hall. Most of the guys are in there."

"I'm following you."

I nodded. And continued to climb through the trees. We got as close as we could. One Griever was circling the building the other was getting ready to jump. I slid my bow off.

"Are we getting it's attention or-"

"I'm going to destroy it. All of it. Until there's nothing left!" I snarled.

"Deal." She had pulled off her now and stood beside me in the trees.

I knew as soon as I released it they would know our location.

"We might have to shoot and run."

"Bring it on." I heard her whisper from the shadows.

"I knew I liked you." I grinned. "Savage sisters."

I heard her chuckle, but it was full of a savage malevolence. We pulled our bows back.

"Loose." I whispered.

We sent our arrows flying, just as the Griever jumped. It landed in a heap on top of the roof of the Council hall, its head had whipped backwards. It let out a wild scream. I had another arrow ready, when the other Griever turned towards us.

I changed targets and released the arrow into the eye of the on coming one. It screamed, and reared back but it kept coming. It's long sharp legs leaving huge trenches in the earth. The huge machine slammed into the trees. I leapt off the branch just as the tree cracked and it went crashing down. I lost sight of Teresa.

I tucked my body and rolled, I slammed my shoulder into something solid, but got back up. Cursing I threw my bow away, it had snapped when I had to jump. Pulling out my long machete. 

"Jessie!"

The Griever had decided to go for Teresa, who was pinned under a tree. She was struggling to free her foot as the Machine screamed in anticipation of claiming it's prize.

I screamed another challenge. Swinging my machete I slid under its huge ugly blubbery body and slammed the blade up into its body and yanked it slitting it's underbelly wide open. I threw my body side ways as the Griever turned. It was screaming and thrashing it's long legs. Teresa had to duck as a long leg swung over her head.

Back ony feet I had another knife in my hands. Swinging both back and forth I stood ready, knees bent eyes narrowed and every muscle coiled for a fight to the death.

"COME ON!" I screamed.

The Griever righted itself and jumped towards me. Ducking under its whip like tail I ran closer and slammed both my knives into its body again ripping the blubber body again. The tail swung. I tried to pull my knives, but had to relinquish one of my knives, it was stuck inside its body, jammed in some kind of mechanical gears.

The tail smacked me in the chest sending me flying. I landed with a thud, the wind knocked out of me. Gasping for air I scrambled to my feet. I slid a throwing star out and chucked it, it slammed into its eye. The Griever turned towards me again, leaving Teresa alone. I could see her immediately struggling again to free her foot. I had another throwing star in my hand. A wild scream hit me. Of all the loud noises that seemed muffled to me, this scream hit me hard in the chest.

Chuck was screaming for help.

"NO!"

With a surge of pure hate that fuiled everything inside of me, it burnt inside of me like acid in my veins. The Griever I was fighting came forwards. With pure hate and spite I threw the sharp deadly weapon as the Griever opened its mouth to scream at me, almost to taunt me. But jokes on it, the small deadly weapon flew into mouth, and slammed into its brain. The things head twitched, sparks flew and it stopped working, but the momentum carried it forwards. It's legs got tangled and it fell, skidding to a stop just at my feet.

"GO!" Teresa screamed when I looked up at her and then to the Council hall, where the other Griever was ripping the wall apart trying to get in.

With a scream of frustration I turned away. Just as a boy was pulled free from the smashed out wall. Relief swept over me it wasn't Chuck. But then the hate was back, accompanied with panic. It had Alby. 

The Griever screamed louder than any of the others, and it took off towards the Maze doors. Either it was the leader or the monsters had accomplished what they wanted and decided it was time to leave, either way every Griever left took off. I didn't hesitate and I took off after them.

I could see a few boys clasped in the claws of the Grievers. Grievers long mechanical legs were definitely faster than mine. I had to put my head down and sprint. I had my backpack, but it wasn't full of my usual runners equipment, so it was lighter making movement easier. I pushed my body harder. I knew in the back of my mind I wouldn't be able to catch up to them. I knew deep down I wouldn't be able to save Alby. I could see him limply being flung around. For all I knew he was already dead.

I chased after the heard of Grievers. Turn after turn. Nothing inside the Maze was moving, which was odd. There was no walls moving or sliding around. The only thing making noise was the angry noises of Grievers and my labored breathing. I lost sight of the Grievers a few times, but following a herd of huge angry biomechanical monsters was easy enough to follow.

Sliding around a corner I knew I was right. I knew where these monsters were taking the boys- taking Alby.

We had made it to the intersection of four and seven. The Grievers all turned to seven. The section looked like someone got angry and smashed it. Walls were toppled, some were crumbled completely. The Grievers had to slow down slightly to get through, which was to my advantage. I was small and agile, meaning I could slid under the walls or scramble up and over.

I managed to gain on a few of them, by running underneath a long stretch of wall that ripped sideways. I ran straight, while the Grievers had to crawl over and around.

I came out the other side of the tunnel right infront of the lines of blades. As I ran from shadow to shadow I started hearing many loud sharp beeps mixed in with the whirrings, meanings, machine grinding and metal legs on stone. Like section seven was the beecen calling them home.

I caught a glimpse of Alby. His eyes were open, full of a fear and terror I hadn't ever seen before. I chased them. Pushing harder. There was a small spark of hope. If he was awake, maybe...just maybe I could still rescue him. Maybe. He was being thrown around like a rag doll, it was a wonder he hadn't broken his neck or back.

We were almost through the blades when somehow, through the chaos, Alby somehow  spotted me through the mass of Grievers and metal legs in the shadows.

"No!" He screamed. "You need to get them out! Don't trust them!" He was whipped around again. "Don't trust them! Get them out!"

I heard the sound of the huge wall at the end of the bridge grinding open.

"No no no!" I cried. I was running out if time. A small spark of hope I had when I saw Alby, was snuffed out.

"Don't trust them Jessie!" I heard Alby's voice screaming, "Get them out!"

I had to slid to a stop, if I kept going I was going to get trampled by the Grievers. I crouched in the corner of a blade, in the deep shadow and watched helplessly as the Griever took Alby through the dark tunnel followed by the rest of the Mechanical monsters and the other boys they carried.

The tunnel door slammed shut. I knew I would never see Alby again. I deep sinking feeling settled over me. A deep ache inside my chest. It hurt to breath. And it had nothing to do with how fast I ran to follow the Grievers.

I stayed crouched, hidden for a while. I leaned back and slid down, sitting on my butt. Leaning my head back I closed my eyes. I felt a sorrow rising up. The sorrow was quickly replaced by that rage. I scrambled to my feet and slammed my fist into the metal blades and let a long string of curses words rip for my throat.

They were going to pay. They had screwed me over and over, and I was done being a rat in their maze. I was done. I needed to go back and we needed to leave. I knew how, it was a matter of just doing it. I counted to ten and shoved all my emotions, all my hate and rage and bitterness down. I let those feelings fuil my energy, let it fill me and I was going to use that to distroyed this place.

I needed to get back. Minho. I needed to see Minho. I needed to make sure he was okay. And Winston, Chuck and Newt and Tess and Thomas, Jason, Frypan... Dammit I was attacked to a lot of those shanks. Turning back towards the Glade I started back.

•×•

As I came down the home stretch I noticed a few guys waiting at the entrance. But not anyone I was looking for. I slowed to a stop, standing in the middle of the hall, halfway down. The guys I recognized were the idiots I beat up when they picked on Chuck. These were Gally's goons.

Right away I knew something was wrong. Something inside the Glade was very wrong, and not just because we were just freshly attacked by Grievers. I held my arms out and slowly walked towards them, a smirk forming on my face.

"What a welcome party."

"Shut up. Were here to take you to the Slammer."

"Oh well then. Come get me." I stopped, still standing in the Maze. When none of the guys moved I smirked and raised an eyebrow. "Are we scared of a hallway?"

I could see a few of them pale.

"Oh come on. A bunch of big guys like you? Scared of some stone walls. Cowards."

"We're not cowards."

"I beg to differ. You pick on a kid to make yourselves feel better, and now you want to tie me up but your too scared to come get me. I won't even fight. Just come on...come step into the forbidden hall. Promise there's no saw blades."

No one moved.

"Well either you come get me or go tell your dictator you couldn't get me." I smirked, and crossed my arms waiting. "As I said. Cowards." I cocked my head and flicked my eyes over them all. "You really think your important, don't ya', well let me tell ya, your as important as a white crayon. And as sharp as a marble."

"What?" One guy asked.

"Proved my point, my guy. Thanks. Now come do something useful and come get me. Promise I'll even maybe let you win."

"Shut up Jessie! We know it was you who caused this!"

"Are you always such an idiot Harold or do you just show off when I'm around? Hoping for another knife in your foot?"

That finally got them. They set foot inside the walls. I smirked. I unfolded my arms and held them open, inviting them closer. I waited still and patiently, a smirk on my face. I was tired, covered in dirt, dust scraps and filled with a rage that was being filled still by these idiots.

The six of the guys tried to come at me all at once, they tried to grab me. It didn't take me long to dispose of them. I didn't kill them- it took a lot of restraint not to end them, ride the world of these idiots. But using a few well placed punches and kicks they all lay on the ground unmoving. Breathing hard I stepped over them flinging my very tangled hair over my shoulder. And crept silently into the Glade and along the shadows and into the shadows and cover of the Deadheads.