Scorch Trials: Crank Party
"Hurry! This way!" Jorge said, rushing Minho, Frypan, Newt, Theresa, Aris, and myself into the building. There were people everywhere here, loud thumping music played and lights twirled about. I opened my mouth in shock as I looked around. I was so distracted that I missed Jorge saying "Stay together!" I also missed them darting off. I spun around, completely lost. "Minho?! Newt?!" I yelled. I barely heard my own voice over the thumping music. "Dammit!" I shouted. I stood on the tips of my toes, trying to see over the heads of the crowd. "Dammit! Dammit, dammit, dammit!" I said again, trying to push past people. "Heyyy, have a drink!" A blonde man said, grabbing my chin and pouring the liquid down my throat. I swallowed it, coughing and almost chocking. I looked up to yell at him but he was already gone. I wiped my mouth. What was that? People eyed me as I moved past. The music echoed in my ears. Voices around me echoed. I pushed my way through the crowd, lost and now disoriented. People around me danced and drank. The lights, all different colors, showed brightly everywhere. I turned a corner around a pillar, witnessing something horrible. A crank. It was chained up and a man was running around in front of it, narrowly missing the overreaching hands. I saw first-hand what those hands could do to a person. People laughed and cheered as the man stopped and held a gun up. He pointed it at the crank. I turned away quickly. There was a loud pop! More cheering. I closed my eyes tightly. I opened them, hoping this was not real. What I saw there scared me more. Winston, his skin covered in black veins. His mouth turned dark black. "Win-... no. Please. No. Stop!" I said, backing away as he reached for me. No one paid any attention to me. Was I losing my mind? I back up, running into someone. I turned and saw Thomas staring down at me. "Thomas?" I asked, reaching out to touch is face. I turned behind me, Winston was gone. He wasn't real. He was dead. Thomas grabbed my face, turning me towards him. "Are you real?" He asked, just as dazed as myself. I nodded. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I took a sharp breath in surprise. But I didn't want to stop. I pulled him in closer, my hands sliding up his arms. "Theresa..." He breathed so quietly I questioned if I had heard him right. Thomas pulled back, looking at me again. This time he looked confused. "Y/N?... Your not- not Theresa." He said. I pushed him back. Theresa? What? What was I doing? I shook my head, pushing people away to make my way out of this place. I didn't hear the complaints of others as I rushed past. What had I just done? I kissed Thomas! Willingly! I couldn't tell Theresa. I just couldn't. I made my toward the exit, I had to find the others. We just had to leave this horrible place.
