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#33.1

I thought I'd try out another imagine that'd take place in the scorch.

Just an FYI- Newt comes in a little later in this story, but no worries. It still contains TST characters.

I have been out in the scorch for quite some time now, and I've encountered many cranks. So many cranks that I've figured out that I'm immune to the flare.

Honestly, how could so much luck be installed into one human being? I don't even know what makes me immune, either.

Always pretending to be a crank can be a tedious task, but I manage. An ever more tedious task is hiding from WICKED.

They are so relentless. I mean holy crap- how desperate can an organization get?

News flash WICKED: the world is ending!!

Now, now, I know I shouldn't be giving up hope, but at the same time it does look pretty hopeless.

"Jorge!" I shouted from the bottom of the staircase. "Jorge! Get down here!"

"What is it Y/N?!" He yelled, stomping out of his office.
"You're going to want to see this!" I climbed up the stairs and we stepped up to the window.
"What is it?" He agitatedly asked. I forgave his rudeness.
"Don't you see the people running from the storm?" I rolled my eyes.

He squinted and stood up straighter once he stopped the group of people.

They were so far out in the distance, we couldn't tell how many there were.

"Y/N/N," he softly questioned, "do you think they're cranks?"
"No." I quietly stated, "I'm hoping they're not."
"Hope is what gets people killed."
"I know."

It was a couple hours later when the storm was over our building and I was sitting in Jorge's office. He went down to greet our guests.

I was flipping through a magazine from ten years ago and sipping my water bottle when a group of boys trampled in.

"Who are they?" I asked Jorge.
"I haven't got to questioning yet, Y/N/N." Jorge hinted at me.
"Jorge!" I exclaimed, "They look harmless!"
"Excuse me?" A boy with jet black hair sassed me. It looked styled, despite the conditions they were in.

I smirked and said, "I could take any of you any day."
"STOP WITH THE THREATS!" Jorge roared at me. I smiled at him and fully turned to face the group of boys.

Jorge rolled his eyes and started to ask them questions. The boy who looked like the leader was squirmy and didn't give out answers right away.

He turned around to talk to the boy behind him. I craned my neck to get a better look and was, for the first time in my life, speechless.

The boy was tall, and had blonde hair and brown eyes.

I looked away from him and saw the back of the leader's neck.

"You're from WICKED?" I questioned.

Jorge looked at me and followed my gaze to the boy's neck.

"You can't stay here." Jorge said.
"Wait-" I started to say, but the boys began squabbling. "SHUT UP!" I shouted with authority. "Before you leave," I gave Jorge a glare, "we want to learn more about where you came from."

An hour later they had finished explaining everything they knew.

"Ava Paige is-"
"Y/N, may I speak to you, please?" Jorge stated with a hinting look stretched across his face. I closed my mouth and nodded, leaving the boys in the office.
"What is it?"
"Don't tell them about Ava Paige." Jorge whispered to me in the hallway.
"Why can't I?" I protested.

His next words turned my world upside down.

"I'm working for WICKED."

Part two coming at you soon!

-anneequah