Little Survivor [ON HOLD]

Chapter 9

   The group looked at Brenda confused, as they were exhausted and had no clue what the hell- or where the hell- they managed to get themselves into.

"Now I know you must have questions so follow me" Brenda said approaching them at a safe distance. She walked close enough so they could see her before she turned around again to start walking. She glanced at them and raised a brow.

"Unless you would rather stay with them?" She motioned towards the gross and ugly things on chains. They decided it was best to follow her- and that's exactly what they did.

"She's really pretty" Newt whispered to Frypan and Fry agreed. Newt looked over at Erin who was glaring at Newt.

He cleared his throat and tried to wrap an arm around her. "I mean, no ones as pretty as you though" he said and Erin pushed his arm away, deciding to give him the silent treatment.

While this was going on, (Y/N)'s face was covered in worry as she helped one of the others with Minho.

"Are you sure you're okay?" She whispered looking at his face for a sign of anything other than pain, but that's all she saw.

You wouldn't blame him would you?

"(Y/N).. darling.." Minho croaked our and coughed a bit. "I'm okay. I can walk on my own can't I?" He asked and they both gently let go of him.

Sure enough he could walk by himself. Not very fast but it was still by himself so that was a start.

"I know but I'm just worried about you, you could have died out there then I would have been stuck with these shanks the rest of my life" She joked trying to make light of the situation.

Minho cracked a small smile at his girlfriends pathetic, yet admirable, attempt at cheering him up.

"You can't get rid of me that easily, besides we're stuck with them no matter what. Those stupid shanks are family" Minho said admiringly at the group of guys he called brothers and (Y/N) had to agree with him there.

As the group walked the halls and followed Brenda, they couldn't help but take in what shape this place was in.

It was ratty yet comforting, torn down yet pieced together at the same time. It was nothing yet it was as everything.

"This look like the next place to call home?" Newt spoke up in a hushed voice to (Y/N).

"Honestly Newt, home isn't a place anymore. I don't think it ever was" (Y/N) admitted as she turned to the blonde Brit.

He looked at her for a moment, with a look of confusion before a look of realization washes over him and he nodded in agreement.

"So it's just you three ladies with a group of guys?" Brenda asked semi-judgingly and Erin nodded.

"Yeah you got a problem with that balder?" Erin shot back defensively and Newt put a hand on her shoulder.

"What my beautiful lady here means is, would that be-or cause- a problem?" Newt inquired with a hint of challenge in his voice and Brenda shook her head.

"No way" Brenda said as they reached to wherever it was she was taking them.

"I mean I don't judge-" Brenda started but (Y/N) cut in a remark of her own.

"I mean you clearly do but please, beat around the bush" she muttered as Minho bit back a chuckle.

Minho leaned down slightly and mumbled in (Y/N)'s ear. "You don't have to be so feisty but I do kinda like it if you know what I mean"

This time, it was (Y/N)'S turn to chuckle. "Get your mind out of the gutter right now, we have business to take care of" she said and crossed her arms over her chest.

"But don't keep it out, I have a feeling I'm definitely going to need it- when you're not almost dead that is" (Y/N) sighed as Brenda lead them up a few stairs somewhere.

Brenda didn't even look at the group as she walked onto the dimly lit open floor. There, was a man with their back facing them, listening to static and sound waves.

"Jorge, they're here" Brenda announced and he hushed them as she plopped herself onto the leather couch beside the group.

The group got a good look at Jorge and he didn't look very menacing if you asked (Y/N).

He was on the taller side, not very much hair, darker skinned, looked fragile even though he more than likely wasn't if he survived whatever the hell was going on in the world.

"Do you ever have the feeling the whole worlds against you?" Jorge asked and (Y/N) practically had to stop herself from rolling her eyes.

Nobody answered and Jorge took it as a gateway to keep talking. "3 questions" he announced and grabbed a bottle of alcohol.

"Where are you from? Where are you going? And how could I profit?"

The group was silent yet again as Minho and Thomas exchanged looks with one another. "Well don't all answer at once" Jorge said sarcastically as (Y/N) spoke up.

"The mountains, we're looking for the Right Arm" she said and some people in the room laughed at what she said.

"You mean you're looking for ghosts" Jorge chuckled and walked closer. "Question 2, why are you here?"

(Y/N) was about to answer that herself, yet again but her idiot boyfriend spoke up for her. "That's our business"  Minho said trying to sound tough as Jorge just nodded to his men and sipped some of the liquid.

A couple men grabbed Minho and (Y/N), along with some of the others from the Glade. "What the fuck, don't fucking touch me you asshole" (Y/N) cursed as Brenda then scanned her neck.

"Let go of her right now or I'll-"

"-You were right" Brenda cut Minho off looking at Jorge as he now had a smile upon his face.

"Right about what?" Minho asked as they were let go and Minho's arm immediately went to (Y/N)'s waist.

"You're from WICKED" Jorge stated beamingly.

"That means you're very valuable"