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❝Were not monsters if were just trying to survive.❞ ____________________________
Brenda had waken up from her unconscious state before Thomas had. She was sitting against the couch, her head on her hand as she blinked furiously to keep herself awake. Teresa was hovering over Thomas, and watching as he groaned tiredly. He had prominent eye bags underneath his eyes, and his hair was slightly messy.
When Thomas' eyes fluttered open, he immediately saw Teresa, who was smiling down at him. The others were standing further back, keeping an eye on Marcus, who was already awake, and resting their legs. They decided to continue with the questioning.
"Hi," Teresa spoke softly as she released a sigh, the right corner of her lip tugged into a small grin, "We have to stop meeting like this."
Thomas let out a startled gasp, and his eyes widened In shock.
Minho then stood up from his rusted seat, leaning over Thomas' body and placing his hands on his knees, "Welcome back, you ugly shank." The Korean boy said teasingly.
Thomas slowly sat up, glancing around the room. He caught sight of Aris, who was sitting on a worn down couch, and Frypan, Who was sitting on the arm. Axel and Newt were at a slightly further distance, and Aife was standing next to Jorge, watching as he punched the living daylights out of him.
"Talk," Jorge spat harshly, and when receiving no answer, he threw his right fist forward as he shouted, "You son of a--" The sound of his fist colliding with Marcus' cheek bone echoed through out the room.
Aife couldn't exactly hide the amusement that danced in her eyes as she stood straight, and listened to the cries of pain that came from the alcoholic.
"I am sorry, you are going to have to leave my house," Marcus joked, although, his tone was flat. Aife rolled her eyes and glanced at the room they were in, it was rather nice. It had a couple of lamps, and multiple chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. There were torn tarps and blankets everywhere, though, it had a beautiful fireplace.
It was the nicest place that Aife had seen.
Thomas scrambled to stand up as he watched the scene before him.
"Looks like you've been having fun," Newt deadpanned, his lips pursing themselves as he looked up at Thomas, whose shoulders were slightly hunched as the glisten on his skin became even more visible.
Jorge took his turn again, holding his arms out in defense as he panted heavily, "Listen, I don't enjoy hurting you, okay?" He questioned, Marcus released a whine in response. He could barely see out of his right eye, seeing as it was swollen shut.
"Where is the right arm, Marcus."
Aife took note of Thomas' confused state as he spoke, "W-wait, this is Marcus?" His tone was agitated as he furrowed his eyebrows while he awaited for a response. Aife gave him a curt nod and watched as Marcus released a delighted chuckle.
"The kid catches on quick, Hah, Are you the brains? Of the operation?"
Jorge quickly grabbed a fistful of whatever hair Marcus had left and lifted his head that was hung, "I know I said I don't want to hurt you," He paused hesitantly before he continued, having heard Aife stand up and slowly step behind him.
"But she does." Jorge stepped to the side.
"Hey," Aife said curtly, her tone was lazy as she tilted her head and narrowed her eyes.
Everyone watched as Aife, who had a rather exited expression, oddly enough, threw her fist forward, landing a hard hit on the older man. Marcus' head flung to the side as a satisfying crack filled the room. Axel grimaced as he watched, absentmindedly scrunching his nose uncomfortably as Aife stepped away once more.
Brenda watched Aife for a moment, she rather envied her. She knows she shouldn't, due to what she's been through, but she has experience. Lots of it. And she was strong.
"I know you know where they're hiding. . . And i'll make you a deal." The hispanic man offered, holding his arms out as he shrugged.
Marcus released a delirious chuckle at that.
"You can come with us," Before Jorge could continue, Marcus spoke bitterly to the man who had him tied to a chair.
"I burned that bridge a long time ago. And besides, I make my own deal," He inhaled a breath, which sounded more like a snort, "You're the one who taught me, 'Never miss an opportunity'," Marcus cackled as blood dripped down his chin.
"Jorge," Aife tried warningly as she redirected her gaze to him, her eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Whats he talking about?" Newt questioned, lifting his head as he now decided to join the conversation. He brought his fingers away from his mouth, due to the fact that he had been gnawing on his finger nails.
Jorge turned around to answer, but Marcus cut him off once again. Aife was getting angry, this Wastoid, was using up their time. If they needed to keep themselves hidden from WCKED, then this obviously wasn't the way to go.
He better have a good plan, The Red Queen thought.
"I am talking about supply, and man." Marcus spoke loudly, Teresa pulled a face at that.
"WCKED wants all of the immunes they can get, I help provide that for them. So I lure the kids in, they get drunk, they have a good Time and then, later, WCKED comes in, they strip the wheat from the chaff."
Aife felt sick at his words.
Brenda glanced away from the scene as she released a heavy sigh, already knowing the reaction that Marcus was going to receive from her father figure.
Jorge clenched his jaw out of anger before pulling an old rag off of his shoulder that he had, and slapping it onto Marcus' chest, "Ive changed my mind, hermano," His voice was deep and gravely as he slowly pulled his lips into a scowl and stood up tall.
"I do enjoy hurting you."
And with that, he brought his right leg up to kick Marcus in the chest, causing his chair to fly back. The alcoholic let out a yelp of surprise as he waved his wrists around and squeezed his eyes shut, tensing as Jorge pulled a hand gun out of his waistband and kneeled over his body, putting the barrel of the gun directly underneath his chin.
He was ready to blow his brains out at any moment.
No one said anything, only taking a single step forward as they waited anxiously.
"Talk!"
"Ah, Okay, okay! Jesus!" Marcus began to ramble nervously, "Alright, Im not making any promises. These guys, they move around," As he was talking, Axel and Jorge both gripped onto the ropes that held him down, and pulled him up from the ground.
"Hmm," Marcus whined, resting his head on the top of the chair tiredly as his chest visibly rose and fell, "They have an outpost, in the mountains." He revealed.
"But, Its a long way away, you've gotta have a wigged on you or else you're never gonna make it, Mmmmh" He chuckled toward the ends of his words as he teased the group of people who were desperately looking for a way out in front of him.
Aife inhaled a sharp breath and turned her head around as she clenched her fist.
"Not on foot," A smirk tugged on Jorges lips as he crouched down, dramatically placing both of his hands on Marcus' shoulders, "Wheres Bertha?"
Marcus' eyes widened as he quickly shook his head in protest, his bottom lip quivered.
"N-not Bertha,"
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