The group of seven are on the run again. Except this time it's not in the maze. The scorch trials begin. Malia and her friends escape from the place they were brought to after finding out information they weren't supposed to know.
(Book 2 out of 3)...
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Thomas was still passed out, Theresa was with him, his head on her lap as she brushed her fingers through his hair. Brenda had woken up, but hadn't said a word.
I was currently in the bathroom that linked to the room, cleaning Minho's knuckles up. He sat on the counter as I ran a cloth under the tap before applying it to Minho's knuckles. I gently washed the blood away. I looked up to see him smiling down at me.
"What?" I asked with a smile.
"Can I not look at my beautiful girlfriend?" He asked with a smile.
I rolled my eyes at him with a smile as I finished up. "All done." I said before he hopped down from the counter and kissed the side of my head. "Thank you gorgeous." He said before we walked back out into the room hand in hand.
Jorge was currently beating up Marcus, while everyone was watching with wide eyes apart from Brenda who simply just stared as if she were used to seeing this.
We walked over towards Thomas who's eyes fluttered opened, he groaned before slowly sitting up. "Hey, you" Theresa said as Thomas sat up. "Welcome back, ya ugly shank." Minho said peering over Theresa's shoulder, I chuckled at him, shaking my head. Thomas laughed before turning his head to me, "Are you okay?" Thomas asked. "I should be asking you that, sorry for leaving you, I tried finding you." Thomas shook his head. "It's okay it's not your fault," he said before his gaze went from me to Brenda, she looked at him before looking away. Did someone happen between them?
"You son of a bitch!" Jorge spat harshly in the face of the man. But he just laughed in return.
"I'm sorry but you're gonna have to leave my house," he stated, weirdly calm as blood was trickling down his face from his nose, and his right eye was swollen and bruised.
"Where is the Right Arm, Marcus?"
Thomas stood up and strolled over to Newt who was sitting on the chair, "Looks like you've been having fun," he commented.
"This is Marcus?" Thomas asked confused as Marcus just chuckled in return.
"Your catching up quick. Are you the brains of the operation?" He asked rhetorically. Jorge grabbed a hold of Marcus's hair roughly and pulled his head back.
"I know you know where they're hiding. You tell me... and I'll make you a deal. I don't like hurting you." He said before letting go. Marcus chuckled again. "You can come with us."
"I burned that bridge a long time ago. Besides, I made my own deal. You're the one who taught me to never miss an opportunity." He laughed.
"What is he talking about?" Newt spoke up, standing up.
"I'm talking about supply and demand, Wicked 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 later, Wicked comes in. They separate the weak from others." He finishes with laughing again.
I pull a face of disgust while he told us, "And that's where I lied, hermano, I do enjoy hurting you." Jorge spoke as he kicked Marcus in the stomach, causing the chair he was tied to to fall backwards, he landed on his back with a grunt.
Marcus continues giggling, while Jorge pulls out his gun, and held it up underneath Marcus's chin. "Talk!" He yelled.
"Okay, okay, jesus, but I'm not making any promises. These guys like to move around."
Jorge pulled the chair back up, waiting for Marcus to talk. "They have an outpost in the mountains. It's a long way away. With Wicked on your heals, your never going to make it." Marcus finished off with a deep chuckle.
"Not on foot," Jorge grinned, He leaned forward and placed both of his hands on Marcus's shoulders. "Where's Bertha?"
Marcus's face dropped, "Not Bertha." He whimpered. Whilst, I looked around to see if anyone was as confused as me.
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Bertha turned out to be a pick-up truck, not a person. Anyways we are currently on our way to hopefully, the Right Arm. There wasn't much room so I had to sit on Minho's lap, Brenda and Jorge were at the front, Newt and Frypan were at either side of me and Minho. Thomas, Theresa and Aris were opposite us.
Minho's hands were wrapped around my waist while I had my head resting in his neck with his head on top of mine.
The road was bumpy as we sat and waited to get there. Nobody really said anything, it wasn't a awkward silence, it was a comfortable silence, everyone happy that we were finally going to the Right Arm.
Although something definitely happened between Brenda and Thomas because they haven't talked since the party. I left them for like 2 minutes, Theresa has also been a bit weird, I don't know but I'll be sure to ask them both about it when we get there.
Suddenly the car stopped, I looked out the window to see other cars blocking the road. "Looks like our road ends here." Jorge spoke up. I huffed and got out the car, as did everyone else.
Minho held my hand as we walked through the cars, they looked like they had been here for years. As we passed the cars I noticed the windows. I traced my fingers over the holes in the windows. Bullet holes?
Before I could say anything out loud, multiple bullets were shot. Minho didn't give it a second thought before he threw his body over mine, protecting me from the bullets.
"Are you okay? They didn't get you did they?" Minho said as he started checking to see if I had been hit. I shook my head and grabbed his arm pulling him down behind the car, Newt also sat behind the car with us.
We heard Thomas telling us to get ready, to run back to the truck, before someone yelled "drop it!" "Okay on your feet stand up." They yelled and we all stood up, and crowded around Thomas as they held up their guns.
We were all stood next to each other, scared of what might happen, we've came so far, just to be shot.
"Aris?" My eyes averted over to Aris who was standing next to Frypan. Aris looked confused until the girl pulled her fabric that was covering her face down. "Oh my god Harriet?!" They tightly hugged as the rest of us glanced at each other looking confused.
The other girl next to Harriet then pulled her fabric down, "Sonya!" Aris exclaimed as he ran over to hug her as well.
"Your lucky we didn't shoot you, dumbass," Sonya chuckled.
Who are you?" Thomas asked.
"We were in the maze together," Aris answered as Harriet placed her fingers on her lips, letting out a high whistle, which seemed to be a signal to not shoot as everyone appeared, putting there guns away.
