I flattened myself against the wall, all my fears and panic came soaring back. My breathing was shallow and sharp. My hands were numb and shaking. I held my head in my hands.
"No. No. No. You can't fall apart now! Tommy needs you! Stay together! Keep it together!" I whispered.
With a massive effort I took a deep breath and peeked around the corner.
A panel had opened on the side of the cop machine's side, revealing a screen from which Janson's face stared back at him.
Relief flooded me. It was him, but he wasn't in the cop machine—there was just a video feed of his image. I assumed that he could see everything as well.
"What happened?" Thomas asked, his voice was slightly higher than it normally was.
My eyes went back to the man now lying on the ground.
"How'd you find me?" Thomas asked.
I could only see a small section of Janson on the screen from my hiding spot but he had his fake concerned frown. Don't fall for it Tommy! He's lying whatever comes out of his mouth is lies and poison!
"It took a considerable amount of effort and luck, trust me, my dear nephew. And you're welcome. I just saved you from this bounty hunter."
Thomas let out a laugh. "You're the ones paying them anyway. What do you want?"
At least he's not fully trusting him...I guess having a building blow up in you and when he showed up at that camp killing a whole bunch of people...he also took Minho. Okay, Tommy is smart, he won't fall for it.
"This was our safest means of contacting you. I'm urging you to bring yourself in and complete the testing. We've been using our data to select a Final Candidate, and you're the one. We need you, Thomas. It all rests on your shoulders. Your sister did a wonderful job in continuing in your absence, though he data was incomplete when her transport was ambushed and killed. However we aren't getting nearly enough from your friend, Subject A7-"
"His name is Minho!" I spat quietly.
"What? Charlie is dead?!"
"Yes dear boy, she was on her way here when she was attacked by horrible savages! They-"
"I thought she was dead before and you had her leashed like a shuck dog!"
I had enough. My hands had stopped shaking, the fear was replaced by anger, white hot burning anger. I slowly stood up, and pulled the gun from my hidden holster under my hoodie and jacket. Pulling my hat down a bit more, I pulled the hood up as well, my pink hair hiding the sides of my face.
I held the gun in both hands, one to hold the gun and pull the trigger, the other to balance- just like Magnus had taught me. I took a deep breath. I knew as soon as I shot I'd have to book it. Sprint back, to the Resistance building avoiding all the other cop machines and hopefully find Gally, Zayn, Sophie and Magnus.
Closing my eyes I counted to 3 quickly. I spun around the corner and raised my gun.
"Hey!" I screamed.
Thomas twisted around, the machine spun towards me and I pulled the trigger. Once, twice, three times. The cop machine sparked and started to smoke. The thing spun a few times and then crashed into the car. Which caused a small explosion, sending Thomas to the ground. He was like a bouncy ball, he was back back in his feet the second he hit the ground.
I wish I could have stayed. I wanted to run towards him, but I heard the sound of more cop machines.
"Go! Run!" I screamed at him. I spun around and sprinted away.
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FanfictionTwisted, (Complicated Part 2: Scorch and Death Cure) Charlie was believed dead; bleeding out on the W.I.C.K.E.D floor. Gally was left behind with a spear in his chest. Only a handful of Gladers escaped with their lives. But we're they? Are they dea...