The Scorch Trials (Fanfiction)

Chapter 10

(Time-skip: Two days later)

Jorge and Brenda were at the front of the long procession. Everywhere I looked, I was greeted with tired and dispirited faces. I let my gaze rest on Chloe and her sister for a moment before I jogged to catch up with the two in front.

'We might need to take a break soon; Chloe looks exhausted.' I said quietly.

Jorge nodded while Brenda hung back to wait for the other two girls. Once most of the stragglers had caught up, Jorge ordered a break. Groans and sighs rang out as the Gladers flopped onto the floor. A loud curse in Latin caused me to look up.

'It's fine!' Chloe was protesting loudly as Ivy tried to check her wound.

'Chloe, I don't want it to get infected. Now move your hand!'

(Chloe's POV)

For another three days, Jorge kept us going at the brutal pace he'd set. Normally I enjoy running, but currently, every step was jarring my shoulder and sending pain shooting through me. Despite the fact that I was injured, Poison and I were in front of nearly everyone else.

'You know, you really shouldn't be straining yourself.' Newt panted from behind me.

I ignored him and sped up until I was level with Jorge and Brenda.

'Have you two noticed that over there?' I asked, pointing out the unusually-large dust-cloud I'd spotted a while back.

They looked at what I was pointing at and shook their heads.

'I'm not entirely sure, but I have a hunch I know what that is.' I continued.

'Really? Well you might want to share your idea, as it's getting very close.' Jorge said.

'It's Group B.' Ivy said quietly; voicing my thoughts.

'What are they doing? Shouldn't they be going towards the Safe Haven too?' Brenda asked; confusion on her face.

Suddenly remembering the tattoos on all the Gladers necks, cold fear settled in the pit of my stomach as I replied. 'Because they're here to kill one of us.'

They all stopped and looked at me. I nodded before yelling for Thomas. He jogged up to us before doubling over and panting.

'Show them your tattoo.' I ordered.

He looked confused, but did so. We all read;

Property of WICKED Group A Subject A2 To be killed by Group B

'See?' I said.

'Well what are we going do? We're not going to hand him over to them.' Jorge said.

I thought about before asking Poison for her hatchet and dagger. Moving as fast as I could, I disassembled them and made them back into the axe and sword.

'You're gonna have to use your bow Poison.' I said, standing up with a weapon in each hand.

She nodded before dropping her pack and assembling and stringing her bow (she took them apart when running so they wouldn't get damaged or in the way), knocking an arrow as well. Ivy and I took up positions at the front of the group while the others bunched up around Thomas. Soon the two of us could pick out the individual shapes of figures.

'Okay, I think they've got the advantage in numbers.' I said as I tried to count the moving forms.

A few minutes later we were all surrounded. A tall, slim figure wielding a spear walked forwards; her long black hair swaying with each step. I moved to intercept her, controlling my surprise while the boys gasped.

'Hello Teresa. How nice to see you.' I said calmly.

I thought I saw a flicker of recognition in her eyes, but it was gone almost immediately. Her eyes were cold blue orbs as she replied.

'Thomas! Come out here you coward!' she yelled, ignoring me. 'And you,' she said, turning her attention to me. 'Move.'

Her voice was cold and barely recognisable. My lips twisted into a thin, cruel smile and I definitely saw recognition spark in her eyes. I didn't do as she asked, but instead idly swung my axe around in a circle.

'Make me.'

She raised her spear to smash it into my face, but instead cried out as an arrow slammed into the shaft; jerking the weapon horribly in her grasp.

'Don't touch my sister.' Ivy said coldly, her next arrow aimed directly at Teresa's heart.

'Don't hurt her!' Thomas yelled, forcing his way through the crowd. 'If you leave the others alone, I'll go with you.' He said to Teresa.

'Not a chance Tom.' I said, holding him back with the flat of my axe. 'If you want him, you'll have to go through me.' I said to the furious girl in front of me.

'Fine.'

She gestured with her fingers and immediately four arrows were streaking towards me. I grinned wolfishly as I batted the first two away with my sword, but the other two bounced harmlessly on either side of me; having been shot clean in half by my sister. Teresa's expression darkened and she charged forwards. Even in the state she was in, I still didn't want to hurt her: she was still my friend. Instead of stabbing her through the gut like I would do with any other attacker, I simple pushed her back with the flat of my sword blade. She stumbled back, clutching her mid-section. Looking down, she looked shocked that I actually hadn't hurt her. Changing tactics, she tried stabbing me instead, but I dropped my sword and grabbed the shaft, just under the spear-head, and twisted it. The other girl lost her grip on the weapon, and automatically tried to grab it again, but stopped when she felt cold metal under her chin.

'Even if you beat me black and blue, I still won't hurt you. You are, and always will be Teresa.' I whispered in her ear.

'What a shame you think that.' She hissed.

Searing pain suddenly exploded between my shoulder blades. I cried out as I let Teresa go and stumbled forwards.

'Chloe!' I heard Newt and Poison yell at the same time.

The last thing I remember before passing out from a blow to the head was Teresa mouthing the words I'm so sorry. After that, blackness claimed me.