WCKD 57 → Newt [1]

19 → I'd Rather Do It the Right Way

Vera awoke with a start, gasping for breath.

"Hey, she's awake!" Teresa's voice called.

Vera didn't respond and stared at the floor, trying to remember what happened before her nightmare.

Teresa rushed over and bent down in front of Vera, frowning as she examined Vera's face.

"You're as pale as a ghost." She whispered, beckoning the others to come look.

Thomas, Newt, and Minho hurried over.

"What do you want?" Minho asked.

"Look at her. Doesn't she look like she's dead?" Teresa commented.

"What happened?" Thomas muttered.

Vera said nothing and leaned back against the wall, holding her injured arm in front of her.

"Bloody hell. It got worst." Vera felt Newt gently turn her arm over.

"Hey, Brenda," Thomas called.

The brown-haired girl walked over. "What's u-Damn, what the hell?" She began, but her voice immediately changed after spotting Vera's arm.

"Can you guys chill? Some bitch scratched me, that's it." Vera groaned.

There was a hoarse laugh that came from the other end of the room. "Ha! That's just the beginning! She ain't a softie, that's what I'll tell ya. She sees somethin' she likes, she'll get it."

Everyone turned around to see a short man tied in a wooden chair, his face bruised and swollen.

Jorge stood near him, his fist raised as if he was going to punch him. And that's what he did.

Vera stared at the man. "Oh, so you know where she is?" She said, struggling to stand up. "I'm not going to lie, I do like a little bit of revenge."

"Let it go, it's fine," Newt said, holding her steady.

Vera tried to move around but wasn't able to. Instead, she stared straight into the man's eyes and said slowly, "Fuck you." before flipping him off.

The man chuckled. "That won't get you anywhere."

"Shut up!" Jorge shouted before punching him again. "I'm going to ask you this again, Marcus. Where is the Right Arm?"

"Well, it's only fair that the little girl knows the information about WCKD. After all, she does work for them." The man said.

"What information?" Vera asked.

"See, she's curious. I betcha you don't go out here to the Scorch, so I doubt you would know. WCKD has secrets. They have people working for them everywhere. And I just so happen to be one of them. We lure innocent subjects into our land and drug them. Then WCKD comes and separates the normals for the immunes."

Vera wasn't shocked. "You drugged me." She repeated flatly.

"It's all for the good. Don't you want a cure too?"

Vera glanced down at her arm, which was a hideous black, blue, red, and pink. She tried not to barf as she looked away.

She remembered what her older brother said. She remembered what WCKD did to her boyfriend.

"Yes," Vera answered in a whisper. "But I'd rather do it the right way."

Jorge had enough. "Tell us where the Right Arm is or you'll get more than just a beating." He threatened.

"Fine! Fine!" The man spluttered, coughing hard. "They're in the mountains! That's all I know, I swear."

Brenda looked at Jorge. "And how are going to get there in time?"

Jorge smirked. "I got a way."

"Can this thing go any slower?" Vera yelled as she clutched onto the sides of her seat.

"No can do, hermana." Jorge replied from the front wheel. "Just try your best to hold on!"

Vera groaned as she leaned back in her seat.

She felt comforting arms around her and looked up to see Newt.

"Hold on for a little while, 'kay?"

Vera's infection was getting worse, the colors spreading farther up her arm. She started to feel dizzy and irritated at the slightest of things.

"I swear I will shucking throw up if you do not stop." Minho made a gagging sound.

Teresa laughed. "Aw, but they're kind of cute if you think about it."

"If you don't shut up, I will throw up on you." Vera threatened.

Suddenly the car stopped abruptly.

"What the hell?" Vera shouted, her back hitting the seat with overwhelming force.

"Shh," Brenda whispered from the front seat.

There was a loud sound and Vera gasped as she saw a tiny bullet fly through the window.

"Come out with your hands up!" They heard a female voice shout.

Oh my god guys! 200 votes? Y'all are aMAZEing! (See what I did there?)

I'm currently sweating to death. It's like a million degrees out here.

Also, I'm going to try fake nails for the first time in forever! Mostly 'cause I'm tired of painting my own nails and having people think they're acrylics. Shit, my nail art ain't even that good.

For the question of the update:

What would you rather be?

A WCKD scientist, a Crank, or a Griever?

I would be a Griever tbh. It would be funny to chase the Gladers around. Idk, I have a sick and twisted mind.

Thanks for reading!

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