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"I don't judge people on theirworst mistake." ___________________________________
And so here they are. Their feet bound together by a thick rope and the blood rushing to their head. Aife's arms swung lazily above her head as she huffed and poked her tongue to the inside of her cheek to refrain from speaking. She was majorly pissed off, and she was getting a migraine from hanging upside down. They were nearly six floors up.
Axel was the same, he was annoyed, though he found it rather peaceful. With everything that's went down, this is the most quiet he's gotten in a while.
"Great plan, Thomas," Axel deadpanned, his jaw clenching as he pursed his lips with an exasperated glint in his eyes, "Seriously, I would have never thought of this."
"Yup, lets just hear what the man has to say, really working out for us. You too, Aife." Minho added, a small smirk rested upon his lips at the teasing glare that he received from the said girl. He then watched as she spoke, and the way her face hardened, one that often scared him in the glade.
"Shut up, you Shuck--face. It wasn't my fault." Aife snapped, her rope slowly spun her around, so she was now facing Newt, she sent the boy a look and crinkled her nose, to which he playfully rolled his eyes at. They couldn't help but feel rather pathetic, due to their current situation.
"Maybe I can, r-reach the rope." Thomas grunted, flinging his body forward like a fish out of water as he struggled with his useless plan.
"Enjoying the view," A voice mused, Aife rolled her eyes as she patiently waited for her body to face the man.
"What the hell do you want?" Thomas deadpanned.
Jorge wore a smirk on his face as he released a half hearted chuckle, "That is the question."
"My men, want to sell you back to WCKED," Jorge informed, Axel frowned at his words, unable to refrain from making a sarcastic remark.
"Well, come on. What are we, merchandise?" Axel joked, despite his humor, he was quite nervous. And beginning to feel nauseous.
Aife didn't say anything, she only continued to glare at the man.
Jorge ignored the former guards and continued to inform them, "Life has taught them to think small, but i'm lot like that." He faked a frown as he shook his head at the group, "Something tells me that you're not like that either."
It was quiet, until Minho spoke.
"Is the blood rushing to my head or is this shank not makin' any sense." The asian deadpanned as he narrowed his eyes in suspicion at Jorge.
"Okay," Axel mumbled, trying to dismiss the stupid comment that his new found friend had just made.
Jorge turned towards Aife, pointing his finger at her as he spoke clearly, "Tell me, what you know about the right arm."
