Description: In this one, you and Newt end up getting separated from everyone instead of Brenda and Thomas. Also it's a lot longer ways away from Marcus's house then in the movie, so you are stuck with each other for a few days. But what happens when your scared to start caring for the blond boy because of something that happened to the last boy you cared about? And how will Newt react when he sees what WICKED did to you before you escaped?
The metal door to the stairs creaks open as you walk down to the garage with Brenda. Jorge had caught a group of boys on camera running into the warehouse during the storm, and he wanted you two to go bring them up.
"No ones come out of the Scorch in so long. How do you think they made it," Brenda asks you curiously, but there's a hint of sadness in her tone. You know she's thinking about all of the friends you two had lost because of the Scorch and the flare.
"I don't know. But I do know that we shouldn't trust them," you tell her. You had lost to many friends because of betrayals and trusting someone too soon, and you weren't going to make the same mistake again.
You two stay quiet the rest of the way down. When you get to the door, you hear the screaming and squealing of the cranks that you have chained up. Sucking in a deep breath, you tug your hood up over your head, making sure it was secure, obscuring your face from anyone's view. Brenda flicks the light switch on as she opens the door out into the garage. A group of boys stands in the middle of the hoard of chained up cranks, trying to stay out of their reach.
"I see you've met our guard dogs," Brenda announces, and walks towards the them, you following behind her. You keep your head down, not wanting to see the gore and decay of the cranks. "You look like shit," she states, and you smack her on the arm.
She glances at you, but your already looking at the boys. "Sorry about her. Just follow us so we can get you away from these things," you say while gesturing around the room of cranks.
They give you a skeptical look before following Brenda out of the room, you coming up to trail them.
A tall blond boy kept glancing back at you as if checking that you weren't sneaking up behind them with a knife. As Brenda is leading them through the compound where you've lived for the past year, she's explaining some things to them, like how everyone got there, and that Jorge wants to meet them.
Halfway up to Jorge's room, Barkley, a creepy old man that you never liked, approached your group. "What now we're taking in outsiders, or are they gonna be our next meal," the older man asks, but it comes out as more of a growl, as he steps right in front of the tall blond.
You use the minute of courage you have, and stomp towards the two and step in between the older man, and the blond. "Back off Barkley," you snap at him.
"Oh come on (Y/n). Am I not allowed to have a little fun? Or are you too much of a bitch to disobey Jorge," Barkley laughs at you, and you consider backing down, but you stand your ground.
"For all we know we should be chaining you up with the rest of them right this minute, so I wouldn't make yourself sound any crazier than you already are." You retort. You and him glare at each other for a minute, his eyes dark, and your fists clenched.
When Barkley knows he can't win this, he jumps at you to try and make you flinch, but you keep a straight face, and still body, blocking him from the blond boy. He growls at you before stomping off to some more older men. You take a deep breath to calm down your nerves, and step away from the boy. He gives you a sympathetic look when you glance up at him, but you quickly turn your gaze back to the ground.
Brenda starts walking again, and you keep your head down as you follow behind everyone else. You don't realize when the boy walks up next to you.
"Hey, thanks for helping me with that guy," he tells you. You look at him out of the corner of your eye, but your head is still aimed towards the ground.
"Ya. Don't expect it to happen again," you tell him before speed walking up to the front of the group next to Brenda. You clench and unclench your fists, a nervous habit you had, and just hope that Jorge will do all the talking when you get up to his room.
When you get to the door to his room, you unclip a little lock, and slide the door to the right. You walk in behind Brenda, and go over to lean against a table in the room while Brenda sits on the couch. The boys, and now you realize there's a girl about your age standing in the middle of them all, come into the room, and stay in a small huddle while Jorge talks into a headset connected to a radio.
"They're here," you tell him in a bored tone, and Jorge turns around. You keep your head down, your hood up, and arms crossed while you lean against the table.
"You ever feel like the whole world is against you," Jorge asks loudly. Everyone stays silent, so he continues. "Three questions," he says while walking over to the table your leaning against, and pouring himself a glass of water. "Where did you come from? Where are you going? How can I profit?"
You were actually curious to what they would say, so you looked up from the ground towards them, still keeping some of your face hidden by your hood.
"We're looking for the Right Arm," a boy with brown hair steps forward.
Jorge laughs exaggeratedly. "Your looking for ghosts you mean," he replies, but you are starting to worry where they came from. The boys stay silent.
"Question number two," Jorge announces. "Where did you come from?"
"That's our business," a tall Asian boy says.
Jorge frowns at him before glancing at Brenda. Suddenly some men jump out from behind objects in the room, and run up to grab the brown haired boy. You jumped up to get in between the boy, and his friends. You took your knife out of its holder on your thigh, and pointed it at the boys when they tried to get past you and the other men.
"Stay back," you snap at them while sweeping the knife from side to side to make sure they all got the point, and they stop trying to maneuver around you.
You hear Brenda scan the brunet, and then he jerks out of the men's grip, and scrambles back to his friends. You put the knife back in it's holster, and back away from the boys, the blond still staring at you.
Brenda looks down at the scanner, and glances at Jorge with a worried expression. "You were right," she tells him while handing the scanner over to Jorge.
"Sorry hermano. Looks like your tagged. You came from WICKED," Jorge says, and you immediately reach a hand up under your hood to run your fingers over your scarred cheek. "Which means you are very valuable," he finishes. You don't want to listen to him talk about WICKED. Before he can say anything else, you walk towards the door in long strides, passing the boys who are now staring at you.
"(Y/n)," Brenda says in a tone that sounds like she's trying to get you to stay, but you ignore her as you storm out of the room. You walk down the different halls, making turns that no one who had just gotten there could remember, and walk into your room.
You sit down on your bed with your legs hanging off the side, but keeping your knees bent, and sitting your heels on the edge of the box spring that's hanging out. You put your elbows on your knees, and put your forehead in your palms, taking deep even breaths.
After a few minutes, the door clicks open. You look up to see Brenda walking over to you, and you sigh.
"Hey I'm sorry. Are you ok," she asks you in a sad tone. Only she knew about the tests WICKED had done on you while you were still there. Not even Jorge knew the real reason why you had two gnarly ugly scars dragging from your temple down to your jaw.
