The Memoriam Files: Hearts ✔

| Chapter 12, Fight for freedom

|They can take my heart, they can take my breath when they pry it from my cold, dead chest

|Song: The Resistance, Skillet

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Lisa's P.O.V.

I felt anger surge through me at the mere mention of Teresa's name but didn't respond. The idea of her escaping with the others while leaving us behind set my body on fire and made me wanna put a bullet in her head. But I took a deep breath, knowing that violent thoughts only made it easier for Wicked to take over again, and that was something I had to prevent at all costs.

Newt and Minho were firing questions at Jorge while Dawn was helping Thomas who seemed to be losing all the color on his face.
Newt took the hispanic man his hand and pulled him up although he grimaced by every movement. 'You better start explaining what bloody happened. From the beginning.'
'And be quick about it,' Minho added.
Jorge sat down on a wooden box, Brenda supporting him. 'Look, hermano, I already told you I don't know much. What I said happened is what happened. My head feels like-'
'Yeah we get it,' Minho snapped, 'you have a headache. Just tell us what you know and I'll find you an aspirin.'
Jorge let out a little laugh. 'Brave words, boy. If I remember right, you're the one who had to apologize and beg for you life back in the Scorch.'
Minho's face scrunched up and reddened. 'Well, it's easy to be tough when you have a bunch of lunatics with knives protecting you. Things are a little different now.'

'Would you stop!' I snapped, getting tired from the endless childish behaviour. 'We're all on the same side here.'

Before anyone could respond to that a whisper came from Thomas his direction. Frowning I turned to him.
'Huh?' Minho said.
'Speak up Tommy,' Newt added.
'They left us behind. They left us here for Wicked to do whatever they wanted with us.' Realisation struck me and I felt like a sudden hammer was thrown in my stomach. I knew the Gladers never liked or trusted me but they did trust Newt, Minho, Thomas and even Dawn. It just didn't make sense for them to leave without us.
'I don't get it,' I said. 'Why would Teresa try to escape? She's been acting like Wicked's number one fan lately.'
The others could only shrug in defeat. 'There's no time to bloody figure it out,' Newt said, 'we have to get out of here.' He pointed at the Berg.
Thomas nodded and turned to Jorge. 'You're really a pilot?'
Jorge grinned. 'Damn straight, muchacho. One of the best.'
'Why did they send you to the Scorch then? Aren't you too valuable?' Dawn asked, real curiousity sounding in her voice.
'Where Brenda goes, I go. And I hate to say it, but heading for the Scorch sounded better than staying here. I looked at it like a vacation. Turned out a little rougher than I-' He was cut off by an alarm going off.
The noise echoed through the huge space, bounching of the walls and ceiling. And in a reflex my hands covered my ears as I turned in a little circle, wondering what had caused this.
A sudden movement by the doors caught my attention and immediately I dropped my hands from my ears and raised my Launcher. At least a dozen of guards were running inside, weapons raised and they started firing without hesitation.

I ran towards Thomas, who stood frozen and threw him against the ground. We shared a panicked glare before crawling on our hands and knees to the wooden boxes Jorge and the others were hiding behind.
'Who let 'em loose!' Minho yelled.
'Hardly think that bloody matters now,' Newt snapped back.
Somehow in all the choas I noticed he had been saying bloody a lot more ever since he started getting more sick. I couldn't tell if I found that amusing or concerning.
'They'll flank us any moment,' Jorge yelled, calling me back to reality. 'We need to start shooting back!'

'Okay, I'll fire right, Newt fires left. Thomas, Brenda and Lisa you fire over the box. Jorge and Dawn scout a way for us to get to your shuck Berg. Shoot anything that moves or wears black. Get ready.' This time it was Minho shouting orders and we all listened without a doubt.
I nodded and shared a glare with the others. Brenda, who was sitting next to me took two guns instead of a Launcher. Her eyes were on fire.
'Planning to kill somebody?' Thomas asked. 'Nah. I'll aim for their legs. But you never know, maybe I'll hit high by accident,' she flashed Thomas a smile and I smirked at the boy who was turning a slight shade of pink.