I Promise | The Maze Runner

Chapter 15: Shotgun! ✔️

"Welcome back you ugly shank." I glance over at Minho who's standing next to Teresa who's kneeling next to Thomas. Thomas sits up, still looking a little out of it.

"I suggest that you talk!" Jorge yells. I look back over at Jorge who's been beating up Marcus for the past hour for information.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to half to leave my house." Marcus says, looking up at Jorge.

"Looks like you've been having fun." Newt, who's sitting next to me, says to Thomas. I lightly whack Newt and he just smirks at me.

"Listen. I don't enjoy hurting you." Jorge continues, ignoring Newt. "Where is the Right Arm, Marcus?"

"Wait, this is Marcus?" Thomas asks, stepping forwards. He looks at Marcus with confusion and anger.

"The kid catches on quick." Marcus says, looking at Thomas. He laughs before continuing. "Are you the brains of the operation?"

Jorge groans and pulls Marcus' head back to face him. "I know you know where they're hiding. You tell me and I'll make you a deal." Jorge pauses, thinking of something. "You can come with us."

"I burned that bridge a long time ago." Marcus replies. "Besides, I make my own deal. You're the one who taught me, 'don't miss an opportunity'."

"What's he talking about?" I ask, looking at Jorge.

"I'm talking about supply and demand." Marcus answers for Jorge. "WICKED wants all the immunes they can get. I provide that for them. So, I lure the kids in, they get drunk, have a good time, and then later, WICKED comes in. They separate the weak from the chaff."

Jorge scoffs, turning back to Marcus."I changed my mind hermano. I do like hurting you." Jorge uses his foot to push the chair Marcus' tied to, to the floor. "Talk!" He yells, pulling his gun out of his pocket and pointing it towards Marcus' head. "Talk!" Jorge repeats. 

"Fine, but I'm not making any promises." Marcus says after a second. Fry helps Jorge pick the chair up. "They like to move around a lot. They have an outpost in the mountains, but it's a long way away and you got half of WICKED on your ass, you're not going to make it."

Jorge stays quiet for a second. "Not on foot." He leans forward, getting close to Marcus. He smirks. "Where's Bertha?"

Marcus looks at Jorge pleadingly. "No, please. Not Bertha." He pleads.

Jorge nods. "Yes, Bertha."

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"You're telling me, Bertha's a...truck?" I ask in disbelief, looking at the almost broken down truck sitting in front of me. There's is a set of horns on the front which I guess is cool.

"Isn't she a beauty?!" Jorge asks, putting a hand on her. He looks her up and down like it's a prize possession, which I guess it is.

"Shotgun!" Newt and I yell at the same time.

I look at Newt. "Race you!" I yell, starting towards the front seat. I get to the truck, throwing open the front seat door and jumping in.

Newt stops when I get in the seat. "Too bad, I'm coming in too." He pushes my legs out of the way and gets in.

Jorge gets in the driver seat. "Kids." He mumbles, starting the car as the rest of the boys get in the back two rows of the truck.

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I feel the car stop and I look up. Jorge gets out and I follow Newt out. The rest of the boys also get out and we gather in front of the truck. The road has a bunch of abandoned cars in the way.

"Looks like we're on foot." Jorge says, glancing back at us.

We walk through the cars, looking in some of the cars maybe for something we could use. Shots ring out through the mountains. I feel a pain in my leg as the boys yell to get down. I fall to the ground out of pain before grabbing my leg.

"Spencer!" Newt rushes to me, staying close to the ground.

"Get behind cover." I say, trying to push him behind one of the cars.

Instead of letting me push him, he resists me and grabs my hand, pulling me behind the car. He unties the bandanna from around his neck and wraps it around my leg where it's now bleeding.

"Is everybody okay out there?!" Thomas yells from behind one of the cars.

"We're fine!" Teresa yells from another car.

"Spencer got shot, but other then that, we're good!" Newt yells. "But does anybody know where those bloody shots came from?!"

There's a silence where Jorge tells Thomas something. "Everybody!" Jorge yells, getting our attention. "Get set to sprint back to the truck!" He yells. "And hold your ears!"

I glance at Newt and Minho who are both hiding behind this car. "Hold our ears?" I ask, a little worriedly. 

"Let's just do what he says, he's gotten us this far." Minho says, getting ready to stand up and run.

Newt looks at me. "How can I help?" He asks, glancing at my leg.

"Just help me so I can stand." I say. He grabs my hand, ready to pull me up.

There's a cock of a gun. "Drop it!"