Warnings: violence, fighting, descriptions of blood and pain, death
Y/n's POV
Two weeks later (About three-four months after the Gladers escaped from the Wicked compound.)
Wicked's soldiers headed to and from the Berg out the front of their base, carrying supplies inside the compound. Unlike the two other buildings I had been to recently, this one had a giant fence around it complete with watchtowers which had made it difficult to get close.
The building itself was the ugly grey of concrete. Inside it there were at least a few prisoners inside, perhaps including Minho. Even the thought of being so close to him had me filled with nervous anticipation.
Alex gave me several orders. I was not to leave my group, especially if the Phoenix arrived. I was not to enter the building, only stick to the role of causing a distraction.
Unfortunately for my sanity my group included Newt. The other people only made the situation more awkward; Fry, Thomas, Brenda, Jorge and, (just shoot me, world) Ember.
"Hurry up," Ember snapped at me, causing all of them to glance back.
I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes and obediently quickened my pace as we snuck closer. Fry dropped back to talk to me.
"Got everything you need?" he asked, patting his sides to check his own equipment.
"Can't go anywhere without my hands," I replied, wiggling them at him.
"Remember that Vince said minimal casualties," Ember chimed in her annoying look-at-me-Newt-aren't-I-cute voice. "No murdering people for the fun of it."
"Damn it." Fry covered his mouth to hide the smile that spread with the heavy sarcasm rolling off my tone. I flashed him a smirk before continuing. "I really have a problem with that, don't I?"
Ember's dark eyes flared. "You sure enjoyed murdering your uncle."
"I did not." Lies, always lies.
"Liar."
"Actually, I sure enjoyed killing your brother," I snapped back, losing control yet again. After so many days of being in conflict with my twin, I was not in the mood to harness myself enough to not offend people. Especially when annoying Ember was one of my only sources of joy.
"Y/n!" Newt scolded sharply. The way he was looking at me, with horror at my behaviour and lack of care, drew more irritation from both the Wraith and I.
"Say that again, I dare you." Ember had entirely stopped, glaring at me like she could actually do anything to hurt me.
The rest of the group stopped walking, looking anxiously between us.
Slowly, I repeated, "I said, I enjoyed killing your brother."
Ember merely stared at me, disgust pulling at her mouth. Those ratty black eyes of hers unnervingly reminded me of Ratman. Thoughts of killing Ratman appeased me partly.
"What are you going to do?" I asked, leaning closer with the taunt. They were all nothing compared to me. I knew that. They knew that. More importantly, Ember knew that.
Ember didn't respond.
"Exactly." I shoved past her and kept walking.
"Don't be so horrible," Newt snapped, managing to catch up even with his leg. "What is wrong with you? We talked about this."
My hand wrenched away from him when he tried to stop me. Pain throbbed distantly and dully in my chest and throat. When I spoke, Newt flinched at my tone. "Save the lecture. I don't care."
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