The Scorch Trials (Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

(Chloe's POV)

We were handed out new clothes and given hot pizza to eat as they treated our wounds. I was rather reluctant to let them mess with my injuries, but the pain from my ankle soon dominated any worries I had about them doing anything to me.

'You're lucky to still be conscious after all the blood you lost.' One of them said as they gently wrapped up my ankle properly.

'She's a very stubborn person when it comes to injuries.' Clint piped up.

I felt my cheeks heat up and scowled at him as the people who were treating our injuries laughed. After that, the boys were taken to a room full of bunk-beds; but Teresa and I were taken to a separate room with only two bunk-beds.

'Umm, why?' I asked.

'You and Teresa are girls, so you two have your own room that's separate from the boys.' They'd explained.

Before any of us could protest, Teresa and I were whisked away to a separate room. I chose bottom bunk, and Teresa chose top bunk.

'You know what?' I said when we were just lying in bed.

'Mmm?'

'I'm honestly surprised they didn't take my weapons away. I mean, I've still got my knife throwers and knives.' I said.

'Just don't stab yourself in the night.' She murmured.

Three seconds later she was fast asleep.

'Typical.' I muttered.

It turns out that because I didn't go to sleep, I wasn't caught by surprise when the strangers entered. Looking at my watch (that I'd been allowed to keep), I noticed it was around midnight when I saw the doorhandle move. Instantly alert, I rolled off the bed (landing on my fingertips and toes, rather than palms and knees, as it was the quieter way), dropped onto my front (by bending my elbows and tucking them against my chest), and rolled under the bed. All the while I kept my eyes on the door. When it opened wide enough to admit four people, I reached up and planted my feet against the bottom of the bedframe while pressing my palms against the top of the bedframe, so I was off the ground. I heard Teresa wake up with a muffled scream; like someone had covered her mouth with their hand. Sorry Teresa, I couldn't warn you I thought.

'Where's the other girl? There's meant to be two.' One of them said.

'Dunno. Checked under the bed?' Another replied.

Fear gripped my heart as one bent down and looked under the bunks. Thankfully they hadn't turned on the light, so they were just looking for a tell-tale shadow, but they were looking for someone who was on the ground. I wasn't on the ground; I was a good six inches off the ground.

'She's not here.' The first person said.

'Didn't they say one of them had been an assassin? By the looks of things, this one's not an assassin. I don't think even an assassin can get through a locked door, much less a blind assassin. Turn the lights on and check again.' The other replied.

By now my muscled were beginning to burn from remaining tensed for so long, especially after the long day I'd had. The light clicked on and my vision vanished immediately.

'Darn.' I muttered.

'What was that?' one of them asked. Oops. Was I really that loud? I thought. My arms and legs were about to give way, but I willed them to hold on for a bit longer.

'We'll just take this one and tell them we couldn't find the assassin.' One eventually said.

That made me snap. If I couldn't warn Teresa in time, I'd at least make sure they didn't take her. I dropped to the ground and rolled out from under the bed, springing to my feet and drawing my knives at the same time.

'Whoa! What the - ?!'

'Leave her alone.' I growled.

'I thought you checked under the beds?!' someone yelled.

'I did! I didn't see her!'

'It doesn't matter if you didn't see me, leave Teresa alone.' I repeated.

'We've got orders to take you two to Headquarters.'

'Sorry to disappoint you; none of us are going anywhere.' I spat.

I heard something hit the ground, most likely Teresa (She's gonna have a nice bruise in the morning. I thought), while two pairs of footsteps approached me. I ducked the hook one threw at me and retaliated by kicking them in the chest. Person Number One flew across the room, but I was already attacking Person Number Two. I swung my feet around in an arc, deftly getting them on the ground. I brought the hilt of my left knife down on their head, knocking them out, before I sprang over them to deal with the other two. Person Number Three went down the quickest; I just had to sink my knife into their heart. Before I could take down Person Number Four however, Person Number One grabbed my wrists and twisted them painfully. I cried out as I dropped my weapons, but Person Number Four was already tying my ankles together. My wrists were tied behind my back to Teresa's wrists, and we were (very ungracefully) dragged out of the room and into another. I felt Teresa beginning to stir against my back, but I remained still.

'Ahh, good. You have retrieved Subject A1 and A4. Excellent, excellent. Please put Subject A1 over there, and leave Subject A4 here for the moment.' A female voice ordered.

I felt them drag Teresa away while I was left on the ground. The lady started rambling on about stuff I couldn't care less about, while I discreetly began easing a knife out of the thrower on my left arm. As she was talking (and talking and talking and talking), it covered the slight rustling noise that the knife made when I slid it out. Concealing my movements, I began sawing at the bonds on my wrists. Sharp as my knife was, my captors sure knew how to tie a decent knot. As I continued to persist, I could gradually feel the ropes weakening. Just as I was about to saw through the whole rope, the knife was taken out of my grip.

'I'd appreciate if you paid attention to what I was saying, and not trying to cut through your bonds.' The lady said. 'Hmm,' I guessed she was inspecting the crude knife. 'A blade from a Beetleblade. Ingenious how you managed to work one into the mechanisms on your knife-throwers.' She said, walking away (I could tell, as her voice grew fainter), but thankfully not taking my knife-throwers off.

That left me to try snapping the badly-weakened rope while waiting for her to return. Unfortunately, she returned after a very short time, tutting as she realised what I was trying to do.

'I'm sorry to have to do this, but as you won't keep still. . . . . . ' her voice trailed off and I felt a sharp pinch in my neck.

The last thing I managed to do before passing out was whisper Voi̱thós's name.