One and Only? // y/n x Newt Maze Runner [Scorch Trails]

Chapter 1 ~ Prisoners

I was laying on an old dusty sofa playing with a pocket knife that Jorge had given me.

I had been there for a while. A storm had struck outside, and Brenda said she had seen something, maybe a group of people seeking shelter from the storm.

I had tried to warn her not to let them in at any cost. We didn't know if they were from wicked or spies. On that, we didn't even know that they were people.

"Hey y/n?" Brenda said out of running into the room.

I sat up sharply to give her the hint to continue, I knew something was up.

"We have visitors.." Brenda said, looking back, signalling someone of something to enter the room.

All of a sudden, a group of boys and 1 girl entered the room.

"You have to be kidding me, you let them in?!" I said, getting up and walking over to Brenda.

"Sorry! But get this, they are wicked property." Brenda whispered to me while taking a step back.

I suddenly caught the Hazel eyes of one of the boys looking in direction, I glared at him, hoping he would take the hint to keep to himself.

"Jorge is gonna love this.." I said, shaking my head and placing myself back in the dusty sofa.

"Speak of the devil," Brenda then called as Jorge entered the room.

"You're in for it." I added

"Who are these people? Are they infected? Please, god, save me if they are." Jorge said, taking off his jacket and laying his leather gloves on his desk next to the sofa i was sitting on, not giving a second glance to our guests.

"We aren't infected." A blonde boy with a thick accent replied, the same boy that was looking at me a few minutes before.

"And how do we know that?" Jorge said, stepping closer to the group of teens.

"Well, how do we know you don't work for wicked." One of the other boys piped up. He seemed to be the leader of the group, shielding everyone back.

"Hm... tie them up downstairs, Brenda, and please make sure to tie the knots properly this time." Jorge said, walking away to his desk.

Brenda took them away, and the kids didn't even put up a fight. They were probably exhausted, poor things.

"And don't think you're getting out of this y/n, as soon as I get word, they are tied up, you are going to be the one watching them around the clock." Jorge said, not even looking at me.

"What did I do? It wasn't me that let them inside, it was Brenda!" I said, trying to protest.

"In that case, Brenda and I will talk, but that doesn't change my mind about you, miss." He said, holding his pointing finger up to gesture that he couldn't care less what I had to say.

"That's them tied up." Brenda said, slumping herself on the couch beside me.

"Y/n, leave." Jorge started.
"Think of this as your punishment for stealing that gun without my permission last week, hm?."

I was going to protest, but I didn't want any other punishments onto if this one.

I left the room and walked down a large stone stair case the twisted round and round until I reached the basement where we usually tied up
prisoners.

I took a peek inside the room to see the group of boys, and the girl tried by a leg upside down over what I liked to call the pit.

It was a rather humorous sight, and I couldn't help but laugh as they were squirming around.

"WHO...IS..THERE..??" The leader of the group shouted as i quickly poked my head back around the corner so they wouldn't see me.

"Shuck this.." An unfamiliar voice boomed from one of  the other boys.

Shuck? What kind of word is that?

I slowly revelled myself from around the corner so that the prisoners could see me.

"Why are you here?" The leader if the group groaned.

"I got forced down here to watch you guys..." I said, walking around, trying to study each one if there faces.

"What? Why? So we won't escape?" The blonde boy said.

I walked over to the edge of the pit to get a good look at him, and all I got was an angry face in return.

"You shouldn't jump to conclusions, blondie. How are you meant to escape?" I said, tipping my head to the side to try to read any sort of expression coming from the boys face.

"That's what I thought." I said, taking a seat at the far end of the room fidgeting with my pocket knife once more.