Twisted

Chapter 12: Death Would be Better

"Ah, but it's true. Your mother was my sister." Janson sneered. 

"Gross! Thomas, your related to a Rat!" Minho snarked, "I guess your mom got all the good genetics, he just got the psycho ones." 

Janson didn't like that. And when he doesn't like something I'm the target. I instinctively curled up waiting for the blow. And it came. His foot connected hard with my ribs. I cried in pain, as best I could through the gag. 

"Minho shut up!" Thomas cried, his eyes never left my curled up form. 

Minho shut his mouth, wincing at the pain he had caused. All eyes were on me, curled up, dishevelled, dirty, bloody, bruised, tied up and gaged. I was a beaten down dog, 

"Charlie, I'm sorry!" Thomas cried. 

He finally threw off the guard and dove towards me. Janson, for some reason allowed it to happen. Thomas slid on his knees in front of me,  ripping the gag from my mouth. 

"Tommy!" I cried. 

"Charlie! I thought you were dead! I'm so sorry!" 

He wrapped his arms around me. I couldn't hug him back. My hands were still tied, but I leaned into him. I leaned into his chest, placing my forehead on his shoulder and cried. Thomas wrapped his arms around me tightly. I gasped in pain. 

"What? What did I hurt?" He gasped, letting go quickly. 

"Everything. Everything hurts." I whispered. 

He took my face gently in his hands and looked at me, fully and up close. I could see the heart break in his eyes. I knew I looked terrible. But to see his heart break meant I looked even worse. 

"As much as I love happy reunions, I have some business to take care of." Janson said, like he was bored. He pulled out his communication device. "Bring her in."

The Berg that had been houvering a little ways away came closer and then lowered down, and opened the ramp. Standing at the top of the ramp outlined in the light was Ava Paige. She marched down the stares, like she owned the world. She came to a stop beside Janson. Her nose slightly in the air, and she looked around at the rows of kids, and then to Thomas and myself at Jansons's feet. Thomas still had his arms protectively around me, but the rope around my neck was still held by Janson, like I was some kind of dog. 

"Is this all of them?" She asked disappointed, like finding about 100 immune kids was a disappointment.

"Most of them." Janson reasured her,  "It'll be enough."

She sighed, "Start loading them in." and she waved a dismisive hand.

"Yes, ma'am." Janson nodded eagerly. I could see the twisted glee glinting in his crazed eyes.

"Okay, you heard. Let's go!"

"Get 'em on!" A guard yelled from the back.

I turned my head and watched in horror as the grabbed a kid from the back and started pulling them towards the Berg.

"Hello, Thomas. I'm glad you're safe." 

My eyes flew back to Ava Paige. She was looking down at Thomas with mild interest. My eyes slid to the movement behind her, out stepped a dark haired girl. She looked slightly troubled and guilty. 

"What the hell?" Minho asked.

"Teresa?" Newt asked, hurt clear in his voice

"Wait, what's going on?" Frypan called

"She's with them." I rasped. My voice was so sore and dry I'm surprised they heard. But I saw all their eyes go wide in shock and then hurt from the betrayal.