ᵀᵉᵉⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ || ˢᵗⁱˡᵉˢ/ᵀʰᵒᵐᵃˢ || ᵀᵂ ˣ ᵀᴹᴿ

𝟬𝟮𝟰. 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦?

We were barely holding up, the heat burning through our skin, our water empty and eventually, there wasn't even shelter. Our energy was burning up like a fire, only we didn't have the sources anymore to recharge them.

We had to sleep on the ground that night. It was hot, the ground was hot at night. How is that even possible.

There was a storm coming up and I saw thunder flashing here and there.

I look to my left, feeling wind blow. I frown, suddenly seeing lights. "Hey, hey," I say, and look at the rest. "Get up." I say.

My heart froze when I heard an all too familair sound. "Oh fuck." I say. I heard horses. "Guys, get up!" I yell and they all slowly get up. "Guys we have to go now!" I yell and point at the lights.

"There are lights right there. And the other side? Ghost riders." I say, the seriousness in my voice making them stand up.

"Fuck." Stiles says and I shake my head. "Run. Run, run! Now!" I yell and the thunder slowly comes our way, Horses neighing behind us.

I realise that the boys have never seen ghost Riders before. I doubt they were here for them.

I look back, seeing the ghost Riders appear. Why are they here now?! We run like hell, and the thunder starts hitting right next to us.

It was very intense- Stiles yelling at us to run and you can see some have been runners in the maze... some of us weren't, like me.

We almost made it, and then, Minho gets hit with thunder. "Minho!" I yell, looking at Stiles. "Grab him!" I yell and I see smoke coming off of him. Stiles had fell down too because of the blow, and me and Stiles help Minho up, Newt helping too. We run again and this time we are really close.

Fry holds the door open for us. "Come on! Move!" He yells and finally, we get inside.
They put Minho on the ground while I listen if there were any more ghost Riders, but they were gone.

Why?

Why did they leave?

"Minho! Come on man!" Newt says and it stays awfully quiet on Minho's part. I look at him, seeing the looks of the boys. "Ughh," Minho said, well, he groaned.

"Thank God," I whisper, ignoring the feeling I just felt for a split second. You can't care.

"You okay?" Fry asks and he looks at his hands. "What happened?" Minho asks and I let out a long sigh. "You got struck by lighting." Stiles says and he sighs. "Oh," he says and we help him up.

I turn around, seeing nothing but darkness. "Hey, what's that smell?" I ask, taking a step further. I hear a click, and then before I know it one of those creatures lashes out to me, I scream, falling back, getting caught by the boys.

"He's chained." I whisper, but then, there are more coming, and coming again, but none actually get far enough to actually hurting us.

"I see you've met our guard dogs." A female voice says, and a light turns on behind her. She walks through confidently, not getting scared one single time.

"Stay back, stay back!" Stiles yells and she smiles. "You guys look like shit." She says and I frown. "Come on, stick with me." She starts walking, but none of us moves.

"Unless you wanna stick with them?" She says without turning around and we slowly shuffle behind her.

We get into another building, seeing a bunch of other people and decoration lights. "Come on, keep up. Jorge wants to meet you." The girl says and we get up a stairs.

"Who's Jorge?" Stiles asks and I can see the girl smiling. "You'll see." She says and I roll my eyes at her answer.

"No one's come out of the scorch in a long time, you've just got him curious." She says, glancing at Thomas. "And me too." Did she just seriously check him out?

I look back, seeing a bunch of men following us, blocking our way out. "Is anyone else starting to get a bad feeling about this place?" Newt asks and I nod. "Let's hear him out, see what he has to say." That would be the dumbest answer, but I let it go.

We can't leave now anyways.

We get up on another stairs, seeing a 50 year old man. "Jorge, they're here." The girl says and he shushes them. I hear statics rustling, and then I hear voices.

Train noises.

I look at Stiles, then, rush over to the radio before anyone can stop me.

"Hello?" My heart drops. "Hello?" I hear the voice, of Lydia Martin.

"Lydia? Lydia can you hear me?!" I say, but I don't get a reply. "Lydia?" Stiles whispers and I look back. "How do I answer?" I demand and he doesn't reply.

He presses a button, and I repeat my words. It stays silent for a while. "Lynn?" I hear Lydia say and I let out a relieved sigh. "Lydia, it's Stiles here too." Stiles says and I hear her laugh. "Stiles, where are you? We'll find you." Scott says and I am relieved to hear his voice as well.

"Scott, you can't. But go find a town named Caanan. You'll find your answers there okay? We are-" before I can take anything further, Jorge has turned off the communication button, switched it to another channel.

"What the hell!" I yell, and one of the guards shove me back. I look at Stiles. "Damn it." He says when he loses radio signal.

He turns off the radio, looking at me. "That was quite rude of you." He says and I don't answer. "Those were my friends. They had to know we were alive." He says and Jorge nods.

"Cutting us off was rude. You could have had some valuable partners. But I guess..." I trial off, looking at the girl.

Jorge exhales sharply, turning around. "Do you ever get the feeling the whole world's against you?" He asks. Always. I didn't respond, and neither did the rest.

"Three questions, where did you come from? Where are you going? How can I profit?" He asks and I glance at the girl, then back at Jorge.

"Don't answer all at once." he says, grabbing something to drink. "We're headed for the mountains." I say, and Stiles nods. "Looking for the right arm." I give him a side eye, seriously?

"You're looking for ghosts, you mean." He says and I raise my eyebrows. "It doesn't matter to you, anyways." I answer and he doesn't respond.

"Question number two, where did you come from?" Jorge asks and I know no ones gonna answer that honestly. "That's our business." Minho replies, and Jorge nods. Then, the guards yank Stiles down, and the girl grabs a device and I hear it whirring.

"Hey get off of him!" I yell and try to fight him, but he's stronger than me. "Shut up you big baby." She says to Stiles and scans something in his head. "You were right," she says and hands the device to Jorge.

"What? Right about what?" Stiles asks and he just looks at us. "I'm sorry hermano, looks like your tagged. You came from WCKD." He says and I take a step back, hearing a gun clock.

"Which means, you're very valuable."

The men starts to grab us and I let out a gasp. "Wait stop!" I yell, but they're starting to drag us out.

"I know where the right arm is, I can lead you to them!" I yell and Jorge signs for them to stop. "How can we trust you?" He asks and I look around. "We're in no position to lie. All we wanna do is head there." Something in his eyes flicker, and I look at Stiles.

"Unfortunately for you, I don't believe in ghosts,"

~1331 words~

I can't stop listening to creep (glee version)
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