Girl runner Sequel  (The maze runner, Newt Fan fiction)

Chapter 2.5

As we were walking past the hundreds of cranks trying to reach us Newt never let me out of his gentle grasp. I tried to ignore him but he made it impossible as every time his deep brown eyes met mine I couldn't look away, the only thing I was able to do was to roll my eyes just to end up looking at him again.

We followed the girl to an abandoned company building filled with people staring at us, "no-ones come out the scorch in a long time... you've just got them curious and me to" the girl says whilst some other guys start to follow us; "who else has got a bad feeling about this place?" Newt says looking behind at the other people whilst grabbing onto my hand with a tighter grip. I could tell that he was keeping me close to him as there weren't any females insight just men which I guess made him uncomfortable? We walk up metal stair way that leads into an office, "Jorge they are here" the girl says to a man who is trying to get signal from his radio.

The girl leans onto a wall examining each one of us, I noticed that she has a specific eye on Thomas which I could tell made Teresa paranoid. The man finally turns around to face us and sighed "do ever get the feeling the whole world is against you?" he places his hands on his hips, I knitted my eyebrows at him.
"Three questions: where did you come from? Where are you going? How can I profit?" He stares right at Thomas as if he is trying to enter his soul, whilst smiling at him.

Thomas turns to face Newt then Teresa. Newt knitted his eyes at Jorge as if to say 'what the hell is he talking about?'. "Don't all answer at once" Jorge proceeds to say whilst pouring a drink, I examine the drink to figure out whether it is alcohol or water. This man could be drunk? He is acting like it that's for sure! "We are from the mountains" Thomas said quietly, he continues: "looking for the right arm". We hear faint chuckles, "you're looking for ghosts you mean?" Jorge says taking a sip from the drink "question number two: where did you come from" he said while coming closer to us, I could feel Newts grip tightening around my hand but not enough to hurt me. Minho quickly replied with "none of your business" before anyone could even open their mouths, I saw Jorge look at the other men in the room as if to tell them something. Suddenly they grabbed us with heavy hands, they separated me from Newt as I desperately grasped onto his arm. "What were they gonna do to us?" I thought to myself. I managed to calm myself down and let them do whatever they needed to do, yet as I did calm down they didn't actually end up doing anything apart from hold my arms together. I was slightly relieved.

"Get the hell of me" I heard Thomas yell. As they bent his neck forward as Brenda scanned his neck with some sort of machine. "Shut up you big baby" I heard Brenda say, as she scanned him.
"What is that" he yelled. I watched in terror not knowing if they were hurting him or not, "you were right" says Brenda looking at Jorge with a worrying sigh as she handed him the scanning devise.
They finally let go of Thomas, as he stares at them in disbelief of what they just did to him. "Right about what? What is she talking about?" Thomas asked, meanwhile they still had a tight grip around my arms and if I tried to get them off again I knew they would tighten their hands even more; it already felt like they were digging the nails into my skin.
Jorge chuckled and looked up at Thomas, "I'm sorry... it looks like your tagged" he paused before continuing: "you came from wicked" his smile faded quickly from his face as he raised his eyebrows like someone would do if you did something wrong.

I started to get nervous for the lack of knowledge I had as to whether they were going to harm us or not. Every one glared at us, Jorge finally said "which means you are very valuable". What could that mean? The men started coming closer to Thomas and grabbed him. I didn't see much after that has all I can remember is being whacked on the back of my head with full force and hearing fading yells of Newt.

I wake up to find that we were all hanging upside down by rope attached to our ankles I turn around to see Newt already looking at me, unfortunately we weren't close enough to reach each other as Minho was in the way. I could feel the blood rushing towards my head and was starting to give me a headache, I try to acknowledge the surroundings as my vision slowly returns. I felt the back of my head and felt warm liquid escaping it and dripping into my messy hair. I hear Minho saying something sarcastic and Thomas replying with "shut up Minho" but that's about it as there was a loud ringing in my ear. Finally it gradually started to become quieter and quieter until gradually coming to a stop, I sighed in relief as I could finally hear again. I see Thomas and Minho testing to see if they could reach for the rope that grips hold of their ankles, I look down and notice that if we fall we will for sure get killed. My heartbeat started racing as I try to find away out of this situation we have gotten ourselves into.

"Enjoying the view" I heard someone say and to my dismay it was Jorge, everyone stopped wriggling and stayed still, I for one did not dare to move as I was unsure what he was capable of; however I did know that he could potentially have the power to make us fall to our death. He walked towards us revealing himself to the dim light that just about lighting up where we were hanging, "the hell do you want" Thomas said. I knew in other words he was telling him to go away, "that is the question" Jorge said chuckling as he swings around what appears to be a stick. "My men want to sell you back to W.I.C.K.E.D.... Life has taught them to think small. I'm not like that, and I can tell your not either" he said coming right up to Thomas.
"Is the blood rushing through my head? Or is this shank not making any sense?" Minho says closing his eyes.
"Tell me what you know about the right arm" Jorge said while pointing the stick at Thomas's face,
"Thought you said that they were ghosts" Newt spoke up twisting his head to face Jorge, I start to feel sick as I am the type of person that hates being on a rollercoaster or anything like that and being upside down felt like I was some sort of coaster, however I am stuck on it, I hated every second of this.

"I happen to believe in ghosts" Jorges' voice got a bit higher as he said this, "especially when I hear them chattering on among the airwaves" he brushes the stick against Thomas's chest as he walks over to a lever which appears to be where the rope was tied to, that our lives depended on, I gulped as he placed his hand on the lever. I had a gut feeling that if he pulled it we would fall to our deaths, I looked back at Thomas pleading in my head that he says the right thing. Our lives depend on it. "You tell me what you know and maybe we can make a deal" he says shrugging his shoulders.
"We- we don't know much" Thomas spits out, I looked at Jorges face an it was frightening how fast the smile that once covered half of his face was gone.

Jorge immediately pulled the lever and the ropes violently dropped us down 5 centimetres or so, everyone let out a short scream. Tears started rolling into my hair as Thomas yelled "OKAY!... okay they are hiding in the mountains. And they attacked wicked and got out a bunch of kids... that's it! That's all we know"
Jorge started walking towards him when another guy came in looking for him, "what's going on?" He asks looking at him.
"Me and my new friends were just getting acquainted.. we are done now" he replied looking down at Thomas as if he was a useless insect.

"What? Your not going to help us?" Thomas said in disbelief, as he said that the guy looked at Jorge suspiciously. "Don't worry.... We'll get you back where you belong" Jorge said before walking off.
"Hang tight" he yells back at us, "the nerve of him"  I think to myself frowning. "Great now we are stuck here" I say out loud in an annoyed tone, I could feel everyone's eyes looking at me. An idea suddenly came to my head as my body started to spin, so I was facing the lever, there was a metal bar that was meant to stop people from going near the rope that was just out of my reach.

"Hey guys!" I say in excitement as my body starts to spin in circles slowly "someone needs to push me towards the metal bar" I say trying to point towards it; I would've preferred if Newt were to do it but he was to far away so it had to be Minho.
"Good idea" Minho said as he grabbed onto my cardigan, "three... two... one...!" Minho yells as he pushes me with all his might towards the bar. I try my hardest to grab it but, unfortunately, I miss but he tried again and I gripped onto it with dear life as I didn't want my sweaty hands to let go of it. I pulled my self towards the lever and pulled it so we were dropped a few more Centimetres, I manage to untie myself from the ropes and run over to Thomas to help him.
"Yes" I heard Minho say in relief.
It felt so righteous to not be hanging from my feet again, I grabbed Thomas's hands and pulled him to the ground he just about managed to sit up and untie himself. I next grabbed Newt and helped him get free, it felt so awarding to be in his arms once more.

In the background we could hear a voice that I feared we would have to hear again, it was Janson. He was speaking through a microphone but I couldn't hear the exact words that came out of his mouth as I was to busy helping the others get free; what ever he was saying obviously didn't sound right. Eventually everyone was free and we were just about to make a run for it when another guy came up to us and held a gun towards us, I felt a hand grasp my wrist and I knew it was Newt as he stepped in front of me, protecting me. "We're not trying to cause any trouble okay?" Thomas stuttered extending his arms in attempt to calm the guy down. I could see the fire in his eyes. The anger. That scared me the most. "Is that so?" He replied as he reached for his walkie-talkie. "Janson I got 'em for you. Don't shoot." He says and places the walkie-talkie in his side pocket before saying "come on" .
I knew for a fact that this could be the end of us,
I closed my eyes awaiting the sound of a gun. Preparing myself for the worst.