"It comes and goes in waves
I,
Am only led to wonder why
It comes in goes in waves
I,
Am only led to wonder why
Why I try"

"Clara!" Minho shouted desperately as him and Nick came in, holding a spazzing George.

"What happened?" She questioned as she dropped what she was doing and rushed over to them.

"I don't know. We heard a griever and then we heard George scream." Minho looked at her, fear evident in his eyes.

"Lay him down." She instructed as she pushed items off of the bed. George continued to twist and turn in the grip of Minho and Nick. He let out a frustrated scream.

"Come on Georgie. You'll be alright." Nick said to his friend worriedly as him and Minho pushed him down on the bed.

"What happened?" Alby barged into the room, Newt and Gally right on his tail.

"We have no idea." Minho told Alby as him and Nick let go, George withering on the bed.

Clara started to look for an injury, she grabbed the end of his shirt and lifted it up. "He's been stung." She told them as she looked at the strange marking on his skin.

"What do we do? No ones been stung by a Griever before?" Newt questioned, looking from Alby to Clara.

Before anyone had time to react, George's eyes snapped open, his pupils abnormal as he sat up. He quickly grabbed the closest person to him, which was Clara. He launched his hand around her throat, putting a great amount of pressure on it.

"George!" Alby shouted, the other gladers in the room surprised at this action.

"Minho help me." Gally told the glader as he was trying to pry George's hand off of his best friends throat.

"George! Stop!" Minho pleaded as he tried to get ahold of him.

Clara gasped as she tried to get air in her lungs and after a few more seconds she was free from his grip. She stumbled forward, Gally holding her arms slightly so she wouldn't fall.

"Clara, you alright? Clara?" Gally looked down at her worriedly as she coughed. Clara just nodded while the others were trying to  restrain George. That was until he passed out and all sigh of struggle was gone.

"What now?" Minho looked at a passed out George.

"We keep him hidden in the Homestead until we figure out a solution for this. No one tell another glader what happened in here. This stays with the six of us."Alby told them, looking at each of the gladers.

"Some gladers have had to heard that. What do we tell them?" Gally questioned, finally letting go of Clara who was holding her slowly forming bruised neck.

"We just say George is sick. Don't want anyone else to get infected." Was they last thing Alby said before walking out.

"I wouldn't buy it." Nick scoffed before looking over to his best friend, a frown forming on his face.

"Gally. Help us." Newt looked to the boy as him and Minho started to lift George's body.

"You alright?" Gally asked Clara and she gave him a reassuring smile before Gally helped the other two.

Clara and Nick watched the boys leave, them being the only two in the Medjacks.

"You don't think Alby will banish him, right?" Nick looked to Clara worriedly before he let out a deep breath. "Sorry, what's wrong with me? I didn't even ask to see if you were alright." Nick shook his head.

"Nick. I'm fine." Clara looked at him sadly before continuing. "I don't believe so. He's been stung, it's the only reason why he's acting like this. He can't help it."

Nick nodded his head at her words, looking down at his feet. Clara knew that Nick feared for the life of his best friend. She feared for him as well. He's been here since day one with them.

~~~

"Clara wake up." Leo shook her awake.

"What's the matter Leo?" Clara asked as she grabbed the edge of her hammock slightly. She went to bed early from the event that happened the night before.

"George is going crazy. What happened to him?" He looked at her. He wasn't mad, he was just confused and he knew that Clara knew something behind it. Just like Newt did. When he asked Newt. Newt just waved him off and said it was nothing. Nothing is always something.

"Where is he?" Clara quickly got out of her hammock and started to walk in some direction.

"This way." Leo pointed to the other direction.

"George! Please stop!" Clara heard Nick cry out as she started to jog in the direction. More gladers started to arrive. But, she saw that Newt, Alby, and Nick were the closest to him.

"Bad. Bad. Bad things are happening." George whimpered from where he stood, gripping his hair as spit flew out of his mouth.

Clara slowed down when she got closer, standing next to Newt as she watched George, Leo following behind.

"We gotta get out of here. WE GOTTA GET OUT!" He shouted the second time.

"George, listen to me mate. We will get out of here. Just take it easy." Newt held his hand out, telling him to calm down.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He continued to grip his hair as he looked to Clara. "I didn't mean to you. I didn't mean to hurt you." Tears ran down his face.

"I know George. It was an accident. Just take a deep breath. Everything will be alright." She told him calmly.

"What's happening to me?" George cried out.

They didn't know. What was happening to George?

"I found this! It's some type of weird liquid labeled serum." Fry said from the side, holding some type of blue liquid in a bottle. Clara went over to him and grabbed it.

"Might as well try it." She looked back to George who seemed to get worse.

"Let's just do it now." Nick who was panicking for his best friend grabbed the serum from her hand and headed over to George.

"Nick?" George questioned.

"Hey Georgie. This will make you feel better, alright? Just gotta trust me." Nick breathed out as he tightened his grip on the bottle.

"NO! Stay away!"

"Anyone know how to do this?  Where to stick it?"  He asked.

"Anywhere!"  Alby yelled.  "Just hurry up and do it.  Look at him."

Nick quickly tackled George to the ground and injected him with the liquid. Everyone thought that it would've worked.  "Come on Georgie."  Nick whispered.  George let out another scream, almost sounded inhuman as he shoved Nick off of him. He seemed to have gone even more mad.

"Griever!  A damn Griever!  They'll kill us all!"  The words came out of him like an explosion.

"Back up. Back up!" Gally yelled to the other gladers as they watched George running around.

"Get out of here." George went up to Clara and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt.

"George!" Leo looked at him with wide eyes.

"You need to get out of here Clara." George whimpered, his spit flying on her face slightly.

"We will George. Just let go." Clara told him calmly, yet she was scared for her life.

"George let her go!" The sound of gladers shouts rang through both of their ears.

"No, you do! They're gonna kill you." George told her calmly.

"Who George?" She asked softly.

Alby slowly kept his eyes on the two as he walked over to a glader and grabbed a spear from one of the boys, the others not even noticing. Nick, started to get closer to the two, trying to get Clara away from him but before he did, George threw Clara to the ground, him hovering over her.

"Stop!" More shouts sounded through the group.

"All of them." George looked into her eyes before he let out another wild scream as he started to claw at her, Nick trying to pull him off.

"Get out of the way!"  Alby's voice rang.

He only got a few strikes into her face before the end of Alby's spear was met with his neck. George gasped as his body stiffened, he locked  eyes with Clara again. Clara's mouth opened in shock as she stared at the spear that was launched from one end of his neck, to the other, blood flowing out.

"NO!" Nick screamed at the sight of horror in front of him, tears filling in his eyes.

"I'm-so-sorry." The blood in George's mouth made him gurgle out as the blood fell onto her torso and her neck. Alby withdrew the spear, George falling to the side.

Nothing could be heard. Well, to Clara. She just heard a faint buzzing noise ring in her ears with the echo of Nicks cries. She wiped her hands on her neck, trying to get the blood off. She looked at her hands that were now covered in blood.

She looked to the side and was met with George's empty eyes staring back at her, blood still flowing from him.

"Clara. Hey. Clara." Stephen pulled her up into a seating position as he looked at her worriedly. She just stared at him. Not hearing anything, just his lips moving.

She looked back to George's empty eyes once more. The other gladers looking from Clara, to George's body, to Alby. One glader was even puking.

"Hey. Hey." Gally's hand grabbed her jaw gently and moved her head to face him.

"Clara, say something. Has she said something to you?" Gally asked, looking to Stephen.

"Nothing." Stephen shook his head as Clara looked to her blood coated hands.

"Clint!" Gally shouted to the other Medjack.

"Why? Why?! WHY?!" Nick cried out as he looked to Alby.

"He was going to kill her!" Alby shouted, pointing to Clara.

"It was either him or her." Alby defended himself.

"No, we could've helped him. You heard him." Nick looked at his so called leader harshly as Leo placed his hands on Nicks shoulders from behind, trying to comfort him.

"She's in shock." Clint confirmed as he looked at Clara. "Just give her time." He murmured as he looked to George's body.

"There was another way." Nick looked to Alby as Leo started to pull his friend away from the scene. "There was another way." He repeated, much more calmly now.

Stephen was still kneeling next to Clara, his hand on her shoulder, Gally in front of her. Stephen heard the words that Nick said and his lips parted slightly. It was happening. The storm has just started. He whispered one sentence and one sentence only.

"There was no other way."

~~~

That night in the glade was a quiet one. No one really talked, no one laughed. It was a cold night. This was the first death that they have had and they didn't expect it to happen like this.

Clara sniffled as she sat on the bed in the Medjacks. She couldn't face anyone. Whenever she closes her eyes she sees the empty eyes of George looking at her. She remembered washing her hands, neck, and face so roughly that it almost turned raw. She remembered Gally looking at her worriedly when she burned the shirt she was wearing, not saying anything.

Now, here she was. Crying in the Medjacks, trying to pull herself together. She let out a frightful cry as she looked at her hands. She saw blood. She saw it. She let out a cry and started to wipe at her hands, wanting the blood to go away. Before she could do much damage to herself, a pair of hands grabbed hers, stopping her.

She looked up and was met with a bloodshot pair of eyes that belonged to Nick. The boy didn't say anything at first as he sat beside her, still holding her hands.

"There's nothing there Clara." His voice came out broken.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Clara apologized, she felt like it was her fault. Maybe if she didn't get up and ignored Leo he would still be here.

"Not your fault." Nick said and let go of her hands.

The two didn't say anything for a moment, they just looked at the floor in front of them. The sound of emptiness filling their ears and hearts. That's when Nick broke down again. His cries started to get louder and his body shook from his cries.

Clara placed an arm around his shoulder, pulling him into her. Nick leaned into her touch and quickly wrapped his arms around her tightly, the back of his hands gripping onto her shirt.

Clara held him just as tight. Her one hand running through his hair, trying to calm him down as his body continued to tremble.

Across the glade, Leo, Newt, and Minho were at the wall. Leo was carving a line through George's name as the three didn't say anything. But they could hear the cries in the Medjacks, they all did.

That was the only sound that could be heard across the glade. The sound of Nicks anguish cries for his best friend that is no longer there.

**from here the downfall has just begun. Dun. Dun. Dun! I also added a new OC, check them out on FaceClaims. They're coming in part 2! (:**

**Comes & Goes (In Waves) ~ Greg Laswell**