Mended [Book Two] COMPLETED

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In an instant, Charlotte had the girl up against a cement wall, a knife to her throat.

The girl only smirked.

The mystery girl then tried to escape, kicking her shin and pushing her away. Charlotte stumbled back a few feet, enraged. This girl was not going to push her around.

Charlotte whipped the knives out of her belt and launched them at the girl. The knives embedded into her clothes and stuck her to the wall, not once even nicking her.

Though the girl right then and there instantly despised Charlotte and swore to end her at some point soon, she did have to admit that Charlotte was impressive. Her knife skills were on point and incredibly exact and she didn't even have to think twice about it. She would be a good fighter for the team, and for a moment the girl debated about not killing her.

The thought disintegrated into thin air when Charlotte snarled at her, "Who the hell even are you? Why did you take us here? Thomas, what did she make you do? Where are we? Where are the gladers? What's going on!" 

Thomas finally took this as his moment to step in. "Uh, Charlotte, this is Brenda. Brenda, Charlotte. And she's here to help us, Charlotte, so lighten up and apologize."

Where the hell did that come from? "So lighten up and apologize?" That was not the Thomas that she knew.

Meanwhile, Brenda snickered. "How does it feel to not be Tommy's side chick Char?"

Charlotte was fuming. Who the hell did this girl think that she is? "You seriously think that you can sound cocky or threatening to me right after I pin you to a wall? What the hell is going through your shuck head?"

She tilted her head slightly and smiled. "I can say whatever the hell I want because Thomas won't let you hurt me."

Charlotte turned her head to Thomas while pulling out another knife from her belt loop. "Sorry, Thomas, but we can't trust cranks."

Thomas stood in front of her, ripping the knife from her hand and throwing it to the floor. "Charlotte, seriously, don't. We need her to survive. She knows these tunnels like the back of her hand." He whispered so the girl, who was still pinned, couldn't hear.

Charlotte gazed into the boy's deep eyes. "We can survive on our own, I'm sure of it." "How are we gonna survive if I'm beyond exhausted and you have a concussion? It just doesn't make sense, Charlotte! We need her!" "You want her, Tommy. We need to survive. She's a crank, she could turn on us any minute now. And I feel fine."

The last part was a bit of a lie, her head hurt like hell, but she wasn't complaining, just happy to be alive.

"Charlotte, I made a deal with someone. He gets us to the safe haven, and they come along with us to get the cure. She's part of the deal, she needs to live. Just let her go or none of this will work."

Still angered with Thomas, she yanked the blades out of the wall and Brenda's shirt, occasionally pulling, earning a harsh, "Watch it." Every time she did it, the girl gave the other a glare that could cut like knives.

"This way," Brenda said, then began to walk down the tunnel. "Well, there's no other way to go." Charlotte muttered under her breath, following behind the two, who were walking side by side.

The light that they had, which was a lantern, went out after about five minutes into the walk. Brenda took out a flashlight and continued to lead the way.

Charlotte's mind began to wander as they walked. Where was Newt? Was he okay? Where was everyone else? Where were they? She needed answers.

"Thomas," Her voice bounced off the walls. "What happened while I was out?"