TW: violence
Newt's POV
The events of the past half hour, replayed over and over through my mind. Y/n kissing me, then using her hypnotic ability to make me hold onto the rope as she pushed me over the edge. Y/n slicing the rope. The girl who'd appeared out of nowhereâ€"the Snake. The building exploding. The others pulling me with them as I tried to run to Y/n.
Jorge led us through some old city buildings. We walked for hours until we reached another populated area. I was too numb to care much about paying attention as we moved through the streets.
Jorge had said that Brenda would lead Thomas and Y/n to Marcus, some guy who might know where the Right Arm was.
I clung to that hope, even though a voice in my head whispered the Snake might have captured or killed them. Minho gave me a sad look that I ignored as we approached one of the buildingsâ€"made of pale stone and almost ten stories tall. Arched balconies stretched along the length of each floor, giving sight to people hanging over the railing. None of them were Y/n.
Music pulsed from within, loud even from outside. There was a man standing out the front, looking rather smug.
"Is that him?" Fry asked and Jorge nodded.
He had been quiet on the way here, worrying about Brenda even as he assured us they were fine.
"Hello, Marcus." Jorge eyed him carefully.
He wasn't a nice man to look at. His jaw seemed disproportionately wider than the top of his head. His skin seemed to take on a yellow sheen, matching his teeth. He twitched as we watched, eyes wandering hazily upwards before they turned to Jorge.
Marcus took a long swig of some green liquid before he spoke. "Jorge! Old friend! How've you been?" His words slurred as he hit Jorge awkwardly on the shoulder.
"You seen three kids come here recently? Black haired boy, dark brown haired girl and a h/c girl?"
"I don't think so," Marcus's face twitched violently.
"Marcus, where are they?" Jorge demanded, pushing aside his coat to reveal his gun.
Marcus forced a smile. "How could I forget? They're inside."
Jorge grabbed the back of his maroon jacket, hauling him through the many curtains that led into the building.
The stench of alcohol stung my nose as I pushed the final one aside. Blue lights washed over the room, creating a hazy atmosphere. Music throbbed through the air and many people swayed to it. They didn't seem to be actively dancing, only rocking along dreamily to the beat.
"Split up, we'll find them quicker," Jorge ordered, pulling Marcus with him.
"I'll go with Newt and Teresa," Minho said, leaving Fry to go off with Aris. He caught my worried look as we turned to the crowd. "We'll find them, Newt."
The three of us weaved through the crowd. A flash of h/c hair caught my eye and hope filled me but the girl who turned around wasn't Y/n.
I bumped into someone and an apology rose to my lips.
The boy who frowned at me was familiar. Black hair tumbled over his brow, as dark as the leather jacket he was wearing. His eyes were a shock of blue, near identical to the sky.
"You," I said instead, remembering him from last night.
He was the one Teresa had called hot and Y/n had not denied. With his sharp jawline and oddly intense gaze, I oddly found myself inclined to agree with them.
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