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9. We're Valuable

'Sup shanks?

I also saw 'The Scorch Trials' on the 9th, and I must say, that it was amazing! No joke, it's actually better than 'The Maze Runner'!
Don't shoot the messenger until you've seen it, but I can promise you, you wont be disappointed!

So, enjoy the chapter!
Love you guys!

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"Let go of me, shuckfaces!" Lori screams at her captors. She manages to pull one lose, just enough to punch him in the side of the head.

Spinning on her heel she gets a good look at the people holding her. Both male, and both Cranks by the looks of it. The one she punched - who now lays huddled on the floor - is bald, with blistered skin and at least one layer of blood coating most of his visible skin.
The one holding her - also male - looks much worse for wear. He has hair, but most of it has been ripped from his skull by the looks of it, leaving oozing wounds across his blistered head. His face is an angry red, burnt from the sun. His eyes have a crazed look to them, and he wears a torn smirk. Literally, the left side of his mouth is torn nearly to his ear, revealing that whole row of teeth when he smiles.

"Not so soon, princess. We may be crazy, but we have our orders," he states with a small cackle. "Who else is here with you? Pretty girl like yourself would never travel alone."
She narrows her eyes and attempts to fight again, the man she assaulted rises from the ground, and another Crank from the group rushes over to help hold her still.

She goes to scream, and the men realize that she isn't going to answer them. With this in mind, they gag her with a rag - which made her feel sick at the thought of where it had recently been - , and bound her hands together with similar fabric. The leader of the small group prodded her back, and Lori obeyed, walking forward. They made her stop at the window to the building where the Gladers reside.

A man stands in the centre of the room, captivating them all as he speaks. "Lot of things people need to understand about how thinks work in this city. ABout the Cranks and WICKED, about the government, about why they left us here to rot in our disease, kill each other, go completely and utterly insane. About how there's different levels of the Flare. About how it's too late for you - the ill is gonna catch ya if you don't already have it."

That man seems very cheerful, Lori thinks to herself. She desperately wants to call to the boys, let them know she's there, but she's afraid of what the men holding her might do.
The man walks around the room, before stopping to stand before Minho.

"But that's not the way it's gonna work, comprende? Those who are at a disadvantage are those who speak first. I want to know everything about you. Where you came from, why you're here, what in God's name your purpose could be. Now."

Minho appeared to be chuckling at the man in front of him, "We're the one's at a disadvantage? Unless that lightning storm fried my retinas, I'd say there are thirteen of us and one of you. Maybe you should start talking."

The man was taken aback by Minho's statement, and said something in a low tone which Lori could not quite hear. Next think she knew, the stranger was counting upwards.
What has Minho gotten himself into?

Just when the man reaches the number nine, Minho quickly spit out a weak, "I'm sorry."

"I don't think you mean that," the man states, just before he kicks Minho in the leg. Lori cries out, trying to escape once again so that she could help Minho. They dig their fingers harder into her arms, and she stops, not wanting to provoke worse.

"Say it with meaning, hermano."
Who does this guy think he is?
The man kicks Minho again, putting more swing into it this time round.

The man smiles, and Lori can only assume that Minho did as he was told. Lori lets out a sigh of relief, satisfied that Minho is safe.
That is, until he punches the man in the leg, causing him to tumble to the ground in pain and shock. Minho is on him within in seconds, throwing punches left and right, all hitting home on the man's face.