No Ones POV
"Good plan, Thomas. Just hear what the man has to say. Really working out for us." Minho comments sarcastically.
They were all strung up by their feet- hanging upside down above a hole which Carina could barely see the bottom of- she didn't know if that was because 1) it was dark 2) It was very deep or 3) the blood had gotten to her head and clouded her vision.
"Shut up Minho" Thomas breathed
"Maybe I can reach the rope" Carina says as she pulls herself up with all her strength
"woo!" She cheers quietly
"Did you reach it?" Thomas asks her- trying to spin himself so that he could see her.
"uh of course I did" She responds in a 'duh' tone; closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of blood rushing away from her head.
"Can you get down?" He asks her again
"Enjoying the view?" Jorge's voice echoes through the room.
Carina loses her grip from jumping and falls down releasing a small scream- causing the rope to bob up and down
"oh my god" she says as she grew queasy.
"What the hell do you want?" Minho questions bitterly as Thomas makes sure Carina was okay.
"That is the question. My men want to sell you back to WICKED. Life has taught them to think small. I'm not like that. Something tells me that you're not either."
"Is the blood rushing to my head or is this shank not making any sense?" Minho says.
"A bit of both I'd say" Carina answers him
"Tell me what you know about the Right Arm." Jorge ignores them
"I thought you said they were ghosts." Newt butts in- attempting to catch him out
"I happen to believe in ghosts. Especially when I hear them chattering on the airwaves. You tell me what you know, and maybe we can make a deal." Jorge says as he caresses a lever with his hand
"We don't know much." Thomas starts
Jorge's face contorts into frustration as he pushed the leaver- dropping the group a few feet
"Okay! Okay, all right." Thomas shouts
"They're hiding in the mountains. And they attacked WICKED. They got out a bunch of kids. That's it. That's all we know." Thomas pleads
Carina notices the look of shock on Jorge's face "Hey Jorge what's going on?" the man that Carina punched in the nose earlier says as he emerges from the shadows. Carina lets out a laugh when she sees the plaster over his nose and dried blood on his chin.
"Shut it girl before I make you" He growls- coming closer and grabbing Carina's hair then letting go to look at Jorge for an answer.
"Me and my new friends were just getting acquainted. We're done now." Jorge lies smoothly
"Hey, wait. You're not gonna help us?" Thomas asks causing Carina and Newt to internally groan
"Don't worry, hermano. We'll get you back to where you belong. Hang tight." He says and walks away- leaving the other man to angrily watch Carina and finally walk away.
"We need to get out of here" Carina says urgently- "Minho, Thomas- try push Teresa towards the lever" She carries on- leaving the boys to work out how as she pulls herself up again- secretly thanking WICKED for all the training they'd given her. Once she had grabbed the rope she began to pull herself up- not having her feet making it 10X harder. She'd managed to get about ten meters up when she noticed a ledge crossing on side to the other and she smiles victoriously. Hauling herself up onto the bar- she unwrapped her feet and wiggled them around "yay" she quietly congratulated herself- she looked down to see that the boys and Teresa had finally found a method of pushing Teresa.
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Dream; Thomas- The Scorch Trials
FanfictionDream [driːm] NOUN A series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep: Carina had dreams of a boy with dark brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. Thomas had dreams of a girl with brown hair and mesmerising blue ey...