Mended [Book Two] COMPLETED

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"My name is Janson, and welcome to phase two, the Scorch. In two hours, you will have to leave through that door and face what's ahead. If you don't leave within half an hour of when the door unlocks, you will be killed. So, I advise that you go. You will travel a hundred miles north of here within two weeks. There will be a series of challenges you must overcome, along with the heat. Once you reach your destination, the safe haven, you shall be rewarded with a cure. You all learned about the flare, and that you all have it. Once you obtain the cure, you all won't have the flare and will be safe and free."

"How do you expect us to believe you?" Minho hissed, anger lacing his dark eyes.

Charlotte took a subtle step back, not expecting Minho to explode like that. Anxiety pinched at her heart.

"I don't, but you are going to die if you don't do as I say. Think about it this way, if you do as I say then you have a chance and you don't if you do whatever you want. Have fun choosing."

"He looks like a rat," Newt whispered, looking down at her. She stifled a laugh and kept staring straight ahead. The mystery man did look like a rat, he just had the features. Graying short hair, black beady eyes, and his face complexion screamed rat. Or mole.

"And, would Charlotte please step forward."

Her body went ridged. Her eyes widened as her fists clenched. Then she was being pushed forward. A boy behind her had shoved her forward and she stumbled to the front.

"Charlotte, come over here." Janson said, motioning with his hand. She suddenly felt as if she was under a cast of stage freight. She just wanted someone to swoop her up and bring her away. Unfortunately, no one did that, they just stared at her.

She gazed at the rat looking man intently. "You need to come with me so we can restore your memories." He said, standing up from his chair. She took a step back. "I'm not going anywhere." She said, voice small. She was begging in her head for someone to help her.

Then she stopped.

A thought came to her. This isn't me.

She tried her absolute best to find a memory somewhere in her foggy head, but was out of luck. I need to prove to myself that this isn't me. Come on Charlotte, this isn't you.

Confidence flooded her veins and her gaze intensified. Anger rushed through her, and she felt as if she was on top of the world. Charlotte doesn't let people walk over her. Charlotte is strong and stands up for herself. I'm Charlotte and this guy is not taking me anywhere.

Janson took another step toward her. She remembered that she had knives lacing her belt and she got the ones that she'd thrown at the mystery boy back. Quickly, she whipped a knife out from behind her and hurled herself at the mystery man. She had him against the wall in an instant, overpowering him.

"You need to learn to control yourself, darling." Janson sneered. Then, he threw his arm out. It looked like a bracelet, and she kneed him where the sun doesn't shine and elbowed him in the face, making him drop the bracelet. It clattered to the floor and she kicked it back to the gladers.

Charlotte took a few steps back and pointed a knife fiercely at the rat looking man. "You aren't taking me anywhere." She said confidently, standing her ground. She felt proud of herself.

"You're gonna regret that, trust me, you glitch." Janson said, then in a blink of an eye, him and the desk were gone.

The girl took a distracted step back, believing that her eyes were playing tricks on her. But he really wasn't there anymore.

Meanwhile, Minho bent down and plucked the bracelet off the floor and examined it. It was black with blinking blue lights evenly distributed. There was a little metal block on it that said W.C.K.D. It clicked in his brain that it was a tracker.