"If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life." - Oscar Wilde
It's the end of the road for WICKED, and for Anne.
After she's told she has the Flare, Anne wastes no time getting revenge on the people that took everything away from...
"Damn straight, muchacho. One of the best," he chuckled.
That was true, he was. I remember when I came to WICKED and watched him fly through a storm as if it was nothing. It was nothing short of impressive. He was good man, but had a sneaky way about him. As did almost of us at WICKED. He was a valuable pawn in WICKED's game. A thought popped up in my head.
"Why'd they send you out to the Scorch then? It's not like them to potentially waste the life of a skilled person," I questioned.
Jorge looked at Brenda. It was the kind of look a loving father would give his daughter. Well, I guess that's what he was to her. She didn't have real parents either. Maybe that's why she's so fucked up too.
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"Where Brenda goes, I go. And I hate to say it, but heading for the Scorch sounded better in the long run than staying here. I looked at it like a little vacation. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a little rougher than I-"
All of a sudden an alarm went off. The same one as before. I looked at Minho with worried eyes. I knew what that alarm meant. Guards were coming, and coming very fast.
"We need to get out of here, and fast!" I yelled over the blaring siren. "Jorge we need to get to Berg!"
"Too late for that!" Brenda said as she pointed toward the doors. At least a dozen guards rushed through the doors. My heart beat quickened. I didn't want to go back. I wanted to leave this place behind forever. All my memories here are filled with some sort of pain. If I was gone, maybe that would be gone too.
As soon as most of the guards were in the door they began to fire. Time seemed to slow down. I grabbed Minho and pulled him behind some metal boxes full of who knows what. I could hear the sound of guns aiming to kill 5 kids whom they deemed so precious.
The pain didn't hit me until time sped up again. There was a searing pain in my shoulder. I touched it and winced. I felt blood again, except this time it was my own.
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Sorry this has been dragging on and on. School is stressful and I just haven't had much time. Luckily summer is coming up! So look forward to a lot more from me!
Also this is very short and I apologize. I just wanted to get something out for you guys asap.
