Bad Dreams | Newt x Reader (Being Edited)

Chapter 32-This is Probably Thomas' Fault

TW: death, blood descriptions, self inflicted injury.

Soon we were dangling over a gap in the floor that would probably kill us if we fell. My ankles burned against the rope tied around them as I hung there. Unfortunately, they had taken my knife, so I couldn't cut us loose. My lightning ability had slipped away again.

"Good plan, Thomas. 'Just hear what the man has to say.' Really working out for us," Minho commented.

"Shut up, Minho," Thomas snapped back.

"Maybe I can reach the rope," Minho suggested and he and a couple others started trying.

"Enjoying the view?" Jorge entered the room with his cane and stopped a short distance away from the edge in front of me.

"What the hell do you want?" Thomas demanded.

"That is the question," Jorge answered, "My men want to sell you back to Wicked. Life has taught them to think small. I'm not like that. Something told me that you're not either."

"Is the blood rushing to my head or is this shank not making any sense?" Minho wondered aloud.

"Tell me what you know about the Right Arm."

I sighed and rolled my exhausted eyes. "Why couldn't you just have asked this earlier? I, for one, am far more cooperative when not hanging from my ankles."

"And I thought you said they were ghosts," Minho said.

"I happen to believe in ghosts," Jorge told us and wandered over to the lever on the other side of the room that controlled the ropes holding us. "Especially when I hear them chattering on the airwaves. Earlier, your friend Y/n even managed to talk to them." He paused by the lever. "Tell me what you know and maybe we can make a deal."

"We don't know much," Thomas admitted and Jorge moved the lever. We all fell a short distance before the rope went taut again. "Okay! Okay, alright! They're hiding in the mountains, and they attacked Wicked. They got out a bunch of kids—" Thomas began but I cut him off.

"It's led by someone called Vince and he has two sons, one being a boy called Alex who is an Enhanced. Vince is scared of spiders and Alex loves to eat strawberries. My parents helped found the Right Arm, they are dead. What else do you wanna know?"

"Where are they precisely?" Jorge asked.

"Haven't seen them for three years," I answered.

"Why?"

"The Phoenix murdered my parents, forcing my siblings and I to go on the run. Very hard to find someone when you're both running around in this stupid country."

"Can you find them?" Jorge asked.

"Probably, I got a vague direction over the radio." I latched onto the chance to buy us protection. "I'm your ticket to the Right Arm, but I'll only cooperate if you don't hurt my friends."

Jorge smirked at me. "Are you really in a position to bargain?"

"Jorge!" Another man entered the room, one of the ones who followed us earlier. "What's going on?"

"Me and my new friends were just getting acquainted. We're done now," Jorge turned around to leave.

"Hey wait! You're not going to help us?" Thomas asked him stupidly. The other man looked at Jorge and Jorge almost imperceptibly winced.

"Don't worry, hermano. We'll get you back to where you belong. Hang tight." Jorge turned and left.

Everyone's eyes instantly went to me.