Mended [Book Two] COMPLETED

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Newt was up in an instant, in the middle of running to Charlotte. Thomas threw his arms around the boy and yanked him back and to the floor in a heap of limbs.

"Wait!" Thomas cried, holding down a struggling Newt. "Please, wait!"

Jorge flicked his finger up, and every single crank advancing to Charlotte stopped in their tracks, awaiting further instructions while casting the gladers dangerous looks that sent shivers down everyone's spines.

"Listen, we're valuable. She's valuable," Thomas said, taking the leader role now. "We're alive, not dead, and in an experiment. She's the most valuable one here, you can't kill her."

Jorge actually seemed to be considering the new information. "Me and you. Ten minutes. Alone. That's all I ask. Bring all the weapons you need."

"Sorry to burst your bubble, kid, but I don't think I'll need any." He then paused. "Ten minutes. The rest of you stay here, watch these punks. If I give the word, let the death games begin."

Just as fast as Jorge arrived, he was gone, and now with Thomas.

Newt now sat next to Minho, and the duo were staring at Charlotte protectively. It took all of Newt to not jump up and run over to her, to take her away from the surrounding cranks and into his safe arms.

"We pounce on three?" Minho suggested, leaning closer to Newt. "What? No!" Newt gasped, giving his friend a ridiculous look. "What the hell is wrong with you, shank? You have a death wish?" "The only wish I have is to get out of here." "It would cost Charlotte's life and more, slinthead. Now zip it, you've made enough bad decisions today." Newt snapped, then went back to staring intently at Charlotte.

The blonde boy felt so utterly helpless. He was just watching her there, praying to God that none of the cranks will do anything bad to her. Shouldn't he be thinking of ways to save her right now? No, it would mean risking her life. But isn't her life already being risked? Isn't she already on the brink of death? No one knows if she'll even wake up. Only time will tell.

He hated time. He just wanted to desperately know if she was going to wake up or not, he just wanted a flat answer and nothing more.

The Creators were slowly driving him crazy. First, they put Charlotte in the picture. Then, they take her out. Then they put her back in but with no memories. Then they take her out. The boy felt frustrated, to say the least. A tinge of heartbreak was also there.

His heart desperately cried out for Charlotte, trying to claw its way out of his body to get to her. Why did he have to be so attached to her?

Oh, if he had known that this would be their fate, he wouldn't have done it. As selfish as it sounds, he would rather go with barely even meeting her in the first place then be in the position he was in now.

Well, love makes you do crazy things.

"Listen up, hermanos." The hispanic man Jorge said, strutting down the hallway and into view. "We'll help you guys out, me and Brenda will bring you to the food storage and we all meet in the tower in an hour. Got that?"

"Hey! Why do only you two get to go?" An old but rough man hissed.

"Because, Berkeley, they're weak with hunger, they can't try anything even if they wanted to." Jorge snapped, irritated that a follower was daring to disobey the leader. He nodded, seemingly satisfied with his answer.

Then, Jorge led the group down a hallway. Newt quickly ran over and picked up Charlotte, carrying her bridal style past all of the angered cranks. He kept his head low and pushed on, keeping up with the rest.