The Trigger (A Newt fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Maya POV

"What did you hermanas do to my friend here?" the man asks, twirling a black cane in his hand.

"He was giving us trouble," Sonya blurts out.

His head snaps towards her. "Interesting. Because all I see here is my good friend with a stab wound on his hand," he says, eyeing us carefully.

"We needed food and water," I say, trying to make him understand. "Horrible people sent us out here to fend for ourselves."

He raises an eyebrow. "Who? And for what purpose?"

"This guy with a long nose and his guards," Amber says vaguely. "They said there is a place not too far from here that has the cure."

"The cure to the Flare?" he asks suspiciously.

We nod.

He laughs. "I'm sorry, hermanas. But this 'place' that you speak of is a ghost town. No cure."

"So you have more information about this place?" Sonya asks.

"Yes, but I cannot help you. I'll have to ask you all to leave."

Something tells me he is lying about it being a ghost town. I have to convince him somehow. "If we find it, you can have the cure too," I say frantically. "WICKED sent us here to find it, so I'm sure they won't mind sharing it with one more person."

He stops, and a look of seriousness crosses over his face. He looks around, and then whistles a strange song. We all look around the room, confused. What is he doi-

Just then, someone from behind grips my shoulders, and holds me in place. I struggle against the grip. The man who we had been talking to pulls out a weird device, and brings it over to the back of my neck. It beeps, and then I am freed.

I reach behind and rub my neck. "What the hell was that for?"

I glance behind me, and I'm shocked. Many sickly looking people are standing behind us, scars all over their faces. Cranks who haven't quite lost their minds yet. Sonya, Lucy, and the others are standing there, frozen in fear. I then see Harriet standing behind Sonya. Thankfully, she seems like her normal self again.

I face the man. He is holding the device up to his, face in awe. He then looks up at us. "You all are from WICKED."

"Yeah. What are you saying?" Sonya asks.

"What I'm saying... is that you all are very valuable," he continues in an almost robotic voice.

Newt POV

My legs are threatening to give up on me. We've been walking for who knows how long, and my hands are still bound together by the boy Minho.

Thomas turns around and faces us. "Let's take a break," he says.

I sit down and glare at Minho, hoping he'll untie my hands. He glances at me, water bottle in hand, and then takes a knife and slashes away the rope. "There, you shank. Now drink something."

I shoot him a deathly glare. "Trust me, I would have if you didn't bloody tie my hands together."

Another 'Glader', as they call themselves, tosses me a bottle. I catch it, but it's empty. I raise an eyebrow. "What am I supposed to do with this?"