Ever since they were young they've been constantly tested, over and over. Now they run while they can. Charlotte was in group B of the maze trials, an all girls maze. Most of her friends were selected to go to 'the save haven' Charlotte, Mackenzie a...
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"I suggest that you talk! You son of a bitch!"
Jorge slammed his fist into Marcus' face, he had tied the man to a chair as he interrogated him. The teenagers watched quietly from the sidelines.
"Damn it!" Jorge shouted angrily.
"I'm sorry...you're going to have to leave my house" Marcus spoke up.
Thomas made his way so he stood beside Charlotte, Newt, Mihno and Mackenzie.
"Looks like you've been having fun" Newt told him, however it didn't seem like the boy took any notice of his comment. He had his eyes fixed on Marcus.
"Look I don't enjoy hurting you" Jorge sighed as he raised his hands Marcus muttered something quietly before Jorge continued. "Okay? Where is the Right Arm, Marcus?"
"Wait this is Marcus?" Thomas interrupted as he stepped forward.
Marcus laughed to himself at the question. "The kid catches on quick. Are you the brains of the operation?"
"Rich coming from the guy tied to a seat" Charlotte said as Jorge grabbed Marcus' hair as he pulled his head backwards.
"I know you know where they're hiding" Jorge told the man who was beaten and bruised to a pulp. "So you tell me, and I'll make you a deal"
Once again, Marcus laughed at the suggestion.
"What's so funny?" Miles asked as he crossed his arms but Marcus laughed at him too.
"You can come with us" Jorge suggested.
"I burned that bridge a long time ago" Marcus told him. "Besides I made my own deal. You're the one who taught me never miss an opportunity" He chuckled.
Newt lifted his head, "What's he talking about?"
"I'm talking about supply and demand. WCKD wants all the immunes they can get. I help provide that for them. So I lure the kids in...they get drunk, have a good time. And then later, WCKD comes in, they separate the wheat from the chaff"
Brenda looked out the windowing the distance as she listened to the man speak.
"I changed my mind hermano" Jorge told him as he placed a rag on Marcus' shoulder. "I do enjoy hurting you" Jorge kicked Marcus' in the stomach as the chair flew backwards onto the ground before pulling out a gun and kneeling down over him. "Talk! Talk!"
"Okay! Jesus! But I'm not making any promises. These guys like to move around" Marcus began as Jorge lifted his seat back upright. "they have an outpost, in the mountains. But it's along way. You got half of WCKD on your ass, you're never gonna make it"
"Not on foot..." Jorge leaned down so that he loomed over the man. "Where's Bertha?" He smiled.
Marcus remained silent for a moment before answering as his pained expression grew worse. "Not Bertha"
