EUNEIROPHRENIA:
•the peaceful state of mind that comes after waking up from a pleasant dream.
after they finally found their way out, they were met with yet another danger: the scorch. will they survive and get to the safe place?
TMR, MINHO
-STATU...
"either way we're not alone i'll find a new place to be from"
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A FIST CONNECTED with the blonde's face, and a spray of blood shot across the room.
"I suggest you start talk, you son of a bitch!" Jorge roared, leading down another brutal punch that sent Marcus' head snapping sideways. Frypan flinched from the sidelines, wide-eyed, as he sat there helpless.
The man of the house straightened up across the room, and his voice was icily calm in all that chaos. " I'm sorry, you're going to have to leave my house,« he said, making Nick rise slowly from the chair he'd been slouched in. He approached with a casual menace, eyes locked on the speaker.
"Looks like you've been having fun," Newt observed dryly as Thomas joined the group, presence thick with unspoken questions.
Jorge had led us through the maze of the city to this place—Marcus' house—the same house where the so-called "party" had gone down last night. In no time, Teresa had spotted Thomas, and she darted towards him with a look of relief upon her face. Meanwhile, Alan stayed behind to help Brenda.
But there was no Cloe to be found. She'd somehow managed to sneak off on her own after drinking far too much. Eventually one of the Cranks had dragged her back here, saying she "belonged to Marcus now." The creep.
Jorge's voice was low and menacing as he repeated himself to Marcus. " Listen, I don't enjoy hurting you.«
Nick snorted and threw another punch, splitting Marcus' lip wide open. "Too bad I do."
Jorge yanked Nick back before things escalated further. "Calm it, hermano. We need him to talk," he warned, but Nick's eyes blazed with fury.
"If he doesn't spill in the next minute, I'll rip his teeth out one by one," Nick growled.
Jorge, ever the strategist, raised a hand to placate him. "Where's the Right Arm, Marcus?"
Thomas was still playing catch-up. "Wait, this is Marcus?
Rosa snickered from the back of the room, her grin sharp. "Well, good morning, genius. Thought you knew."
Marcus, his face bloody but his spirit unbroken, laughed through the pain. "The kid catches on quick. Are you the brains of operation?"
Another crack echoed as Nick's fist met Marcus' jaw.
"Are you stupid? What did I just tell you?« Jorge barked.
"He was asking for it!" Nick snapped.
Jorge clutched a handful of Marcus' hair and jerked his head back. "I know you know where they're hiding," he hissed. "So you tell me, and I'll make you a deal. You can come with us.«
Nick's head shot up, incredulous. "No way in hell he's coming with us!"
Jorge cut him off with one raised finger. "Enough."
