Say You Won't Let Go

Badass Gally

"Newt? YN?" A voice I recognize as Thomas' calla from behind the closed door. "She's waking up."

"We'll be right there Tommy," Newt informs him as he sits up on the mattress. I begin to sit up as well. "You can stay here if you'd like. "

"No, I want to," I tell Newt as I get off the mattress. I quickly fix my hair, leaving it down. Newt patiently waits for me by the door. When I reach him, he takes my hand in his and leads me out with the others.

When we walk into our discussion room, I see Teresa sitting straight up in the chair with the bag still over her head. Her arms laid on her lap in no attempt to escape or pull the bag off. Newt and I take our seats beside Thomas and Gally. Gally stands up and goes to pull the bag off of Teresa's head. He starts to come back towards the discussion table and leans back on it.

"Gally?" is the first thing she says. She breathes heavily as if she's scared. Good, I think to myself, should be. Her eyes scan the room looking at all of us. I give her a fake smile, wave at her, then cross my arms over my chest. Newt places a hand on my thigh for comfort.

"Here's how this is gonna go," Gally starts, going to the side of the room to pull up a chair for himself. "Were gonna ask you some questions, and your gonna tell us exactly what we need to know. We'll start off simple. Where's Minho?"

"You don't seriously think-" Teresa's eyes travel to Thomas as Gally slams the chair in front of her.

"Dont look at him. Why are you looking at him? Look at me." He sits in it backwards, crossing his arms on top of the chair. "He's not gonna help you."

Badass, I think to myself.

"Now we know you have Minho in the building. Where?" Gally asks, well more like demands.

Teresa sighs. "He's in the others in holding in sub level three." Wow I did not think she was gonna give in that easily. That's right you should be scared bitch. If I could I would've ripped your head off by now.

"How many others?" Newt speaks up, bringing me back from my thoughts.

"28," Teresa tells him.

We all look at Brenda. "I can make that work."

"No no you guys don't understand the whole levels restricted. You can't get in without a thumbprint ID." Teresa pleads. Well no shit. We kidnapped you for a reason.

"Oh my god just shut up for one second," I rub the bridge of my nose, getting really annoyed with this girl.

"Thats why your gonna come with us." Thomas informs her, bringing the attention back to him.

"Well I don't know. We don't necessarily need all of her." Gally stands and grabs a scalpel from the table. "We just need her thumb ."

"Do it," I whisper, but only Newt hears me and he chuckles quietly. He runs circles with his fingers on my knee.

"Gally back off," Thomas defends the hostage.

"Are you squeamish. I guarantee you she's done a lot worse to Minho." Gally wipes the blade.

"That's not the plan, back off," Thomas stands and takes the scalpel from Gally.

"It's not gonna make a difference," Teresa tells us a little confidence in her voice. For someone who just got her ass kidnapped you really think you have the upper hand? "do whatever you want to me. You still won't get through the front door. The censors will pick you up-."

"We know we're tagged. Property of WICKED." Thomas cuts her off. "You're gonna help us with that too." Thomas stands in front of the traitor, showing her the knife.

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Let me just say, I did not want that traitor's hands on me. Especially not with a scalpel that she could use as a weapon. So I let Gally and Fry go first. Yeah let them be the sacrificial lamb.

"She enjoyed that," Gally rubs a cloth to wipe off the blood on his neck.

"You're next love," Newt tells me. I nod and sit in the chair in front of Teresa.

"Hi YN," she says as if we were old pals. Hate to tell you shank, we're not. Never were, never will be.

"Shut up," I roll my eyes.

I then pull my h/c hair over my shoulder to let Teresa begin to remove my tracker. Newt sits in front of me and he takes my hand in his, knowing that I'll feel pain. I squeeze my eyes shut, awaiting the feeling of the sharp metal cutting into my neck. Teresa begins to cut and I wince, gripping Newt's hand in both of mine.

"I saw you're friend YN," Teresa states.

"Well no shit you and your coworkers kidnapped him." I coldly say.

"Not Minho. That Quintin boy."

I open my eyes and don't speak. Newt looks down at our hands.

"What about it?"

"Nothing I just wanted to tell you." Teresa says as she begins to tug on the tracker. I wince again. Newt rubs the back of my hand with his fingers as I squeeze his hand harder.

"Woah," Teresa says all of a sudden.

I knit my eyebrows and notice that my sleeve has risen a little bit  revealing my black veins on my arm. I quickly pull it down. "What you staring at shuck face?"

"Oh my god YN your arm!" Teresa speaks a little too loudly.

"Shhhh!" I scold her. "Just get the chip out."

"YN you're dying," Teresa states a little worry in her voice.

"No shit," I answer sarcastically. "Where's WICKED with the cure huh?" I push, knowing damn well that in the six months, WICKED was still no where near finding a cure to the flare.

"But-"

"Can't you see that she doesn't want to talk about it?!" Newt raises his voice lightly, defending me.

"Fine," Teresa pulls the whole tracker out of my neck a lot faster than she should've.

"Ow!!" I stand up taking the cloth from her to wipe my neck. Teresa gives me an innocent smile. "Asshole." I mutter, dabbing the white cloth on my necks cut. Newt stands too taking my spot on the chair for his turn. "Newt don't let her hurt you, I'll be right back. I gotta change into the WICKED uniforms. Kay?"

Newt nods. I kiss his hand quickly before going to Gally and Fry to grab myself one of our disguises.

Get ready WICKED, I told you we'd come. And we're coming in hard.

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A/n- this took a lot longer than I wanted it to and it wasn't very good. I'm sorry finals is stressing me out.