The Scorch » Minho (On Hold)

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"Is it just me, or does it seem like all the blood is rushing to my brain?" I wondered aloud.

"No, it's not just you." Newt replied.

"What the hell is your relationship with Brenda?" Thomas asked.

"That's a long story." I said, vaguely.

"You and Jorge?" Teresa asked.

"An even longer story."

"Good plan Thomas. Just hear what he had to say. Really workin' out for us." Minho interjected.

"Oh shut up, Minho." Thomas bit back.

"Maybe if I can reach the rope..." Minho suggested, grunting as he tried to use his core to reach the rope that hung him from the ceiling. May I emphasize the word "tried."

"Enjoying the view?" Jorge asked as he walked in.

"What the hell do you want?" Thomas asked rudely.

"That...is the question isn't it. My men want to sell you back to W.I.C.K.E.D. Life has told them to live small. I'm not like that." He explained. "I'm guessing you're not either."

"Is it just the blood rushing to my head, or is this shank not making any sense?" Minho asked.

"Most likely both." I replied.

"Tell me, what you know about the Right Arm." Jorge demanded.

"I thought you said they were ghosts." Newt said.

"I happen to believe in ghosts. Especially when I hear them chatting on the airwaves." Jorge walked over to a lever and my breathing hitched. "You tell me what you know and maybe we can make a deal."

"We...we don't know much." Thomas lied.

He's so bad at lying it physically hurt to listen to him. Jorge sensed the lie and pulled the lever quickly before setting it back. We dropped a few inches, making us all scream. I looked down at the pit below and almost freaked out.

"Okay wait! Wait, wait! They're up in the mountains...and they attacked W.I.C.K.E.D. They got out a bunch of kids, okay that's all we know." Thomas replied.

Jorge was about to say something when one of his minions came in. "Yo Jorge...what's going on?"

"Me and my new friends were just getting acquainted. We're done now."

"Hey wait," Thomas spoke up. "You're not gonna help us?" He asked the minion.

"Don't even try, Thomas. It's no use." I said.

"She's right." Jorge smirked. "Don't worry amo...we'll get you back to where you belong. Hang tight." And then he was gone.

"Hang tight? Really? That's the best he could up with?" Frypan scoffed.

"Believe or not, that's one of his best jokes." I mumbled.

"Okay, Hannah, start talking. What the hell is going on?" Newt asked, as the minion left.

"As much excitement I have for this talk, which I really don't, we don't have time for this. Right now, we need to get out of here." I said, looking around.

"No kidding." Thomas said.

"Shut up and listen. Minho, I'm gonna swing to you and you gotta aim me towards the lever." I instructed.

"Are you sure this will work?" Teresa asked.

"Nope, but we have to try something." I tried my best to shrug but it felt too weird.