𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃, 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈

Chapter 8: Jorge and Brenda

~Y/n P.O.V.~

The next thing I knew, we were hanging upside down, by our feet, above a giant hole.

"Good plan, Thomas. Just hear what the man has to say. Really working out for us." Minho said sarcastically.

Thomas scoffed at the boy, "Shut up, Minho."

Thomas then tried reaching for the rope that was on his ankle, but he couldn't quite get to it.

"Enjoying the view?" Jorge called, walking in.

"The hell do you want?" Thomas asked.

"That is the question. My men, want to sell you back to Wicked. Life has taught them to think small. I'm not like that. Something tells me you're not either." Jorge said.

"Is the blood rushing to my head, or is this shank not making any sense?" Minho spoke up.

Ignoring my sarcastic boyfriend, Jorge looked right at Thomas, "Tell me what you know about the Right Arm."

"I thought you said they were ghosts." I spoke up.

"I happen to believe in ghosts. Especially, when I hear them chattering on the airwaves." Jorge walked over to a lever, laying his hand on it. "You tell me what you know, and maybe we can make a deal."

"We don't know much." Thomas said truthfully.

Jorge pushed the lever, making us go down, for what seemed like a foot. We grunted while yelling at the man.

"Okay! Okay! Okay, alright!" Thomas put his hands up in surrender, "They're hiding in the mountains. And they attacked Wicked. They got out a bunch of kids. That's it, that's all we know."

Jorge walked forward, opening his mouth to say something, but another voice spoke before he could.

"Yo, Jorge." We turned our heads, seeing a man walking up, putting his hands on his hips. "What's going on?"

"Me and my new friends were just getting acquainted," he looked into Thomas' eyes, "We're done now."

"Hey, wait. You're not gonna help us?" I asked him before he could go.

He looked at me, a smirk laying on his lips, "Don't worry, hermano. We'll get you back to where you belong. I bet your mother really misses you. Hang tight." That was the last thing he said before walking away.

I felt everyone's eyes on me, looking at me in confusion. My mother? What? Is he talking about Ava? Ava Paige? 

I glanced at everyone, before meeting Thomas' brown eyes. He didn't look confused. He looked... Honestly, I couldn't read his expression. Then, I met Teresa's blue eyes. She seemed to have a blank expression, but her eyes were saying something.

But, I'm not quite sure what.

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~Y/n P.O.V.~

We stayed upside down for what seemed like forever, but it was only probably a couple minutes. We came up with a plan, that someone would get pushed to the lever. We decided that Minho would push me.

Minho pushed me, but I didn't reach it. We all groaned or shouted in frustration. Minho grabbed my waist, pushing me again, but once again, I didn't reach it. I went back to Minho, him grabbing my waist again.

"This is it. One... two... three." Then he pushed me again, and this time, I reached the railing.

Everyone cheered, happy I reached. I turned myself up right, reaching for the lever.

"Y/n, hurry!" Thomas exclaimed.

I grabbed the lever, pulling it down, making me go to my knees, and the boys and Teresa fell another foot. I sat down, untying the rope from my ankles, grunting while doing so. Once I was done, I reached for Teresa, helping her untie the rope. I then got Minho, and she got Newt, before we got Thomas, Frypan, and Aris.