𝗠𝗬 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗪𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 hundreds of dimension, thinking what will the Gladers would react and do if they found out the skeletons inside my closet, as I stare into the man.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I confidently replied, which surprised me.
Jorge raised his eyebrows suspiciously, clearly not biting what I'd just said. "Anyway, I have three questions: where did you come from? Where are you going?" He poured some water on the glass, "How can I profit?"
I and Gladers stared at each other, wondering if we should tell this Hispanic man about our plans.
"Don't answer all at once," he said, having a sip from his glass. I felt jealously rushed inside me as he drank his water. I want water, my very dried throat pleaded.
"We're heading for the mountains," Thomas answered, which made me broke from my hungered thoughts. "We are looking for Right Arm."
The girl looked up from the book she's reading and raised her eyebrows, as if saying 'Are you serious?', while the big thugs snickered.
"You're looking for ghost, you mean?" Jorge smirked.
"What does he mean?" Newt whispered to me and I shrugged.
"Question number two: where did you come from?" He pointed his index finger and walked in front of us.
"That's our business." Minho replied cockily. Jorge stared at him up and down, and jerked his head to convey a message I really hate.
The men got ahold of us and pinned our hands in the back. A couple of protests escaped from our mouths and the girl placed something on Thomas's nape—an indentifier. We're really shucked up, I thought.
"You were right," the girl mumbled.
"Right about what?" Thomas asked. "What is she talking about?"
Jorge put his glasses on and took the indentifier from the girl and smirked to himself. "I'm sorry, hermano," he took his glasses off, "looks like you're tagged. You came from WICKED. Which means..." he paused dramatically, "You are very valuable."
Jorge's men eyed us with cocky grins which sent chills all throughout my body that made me hold onto Newt's hand. It sent me a weird feeling at first but fear quickly ate it again. He looked at me and I let him see how afraid I am.
"Alright, tie them up but leave the girl with (h/c) hair." Jorge ordered.
The man who caught me earlier pulled Newt away from me and tied his wrists. "(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" Newt yelled.
"NEWT!" I screamed as the other man stopped me from running to him.
I saw the others being pulled out of the room with their hands tied. They were all struggling to fight as they were pushed away from me, taken to I don't know. "GUYS! MINHO! FRY!" I screamed.
"What are going to do with them? Where are you taking them? Why am I separated from them?!" I screamed as I punched the man's chest and I felt hot tears flowed from my eyes.
"Don, have her sit on the couch," Jorge ordered the man holding me.
He carried me on his right shoulder but I tried to wriggle away by continuously punching his back. He dropped me on the couch roughly and slapped my face. That made me stop from protesting and my eyes started to water more as I felt the hot pain stung from his hand spread across my right cheek.
"Why did you do that?!" the girl exclaimed.
"She keeps on shouting and punching me. She pisses me off," Don simply replied, as if slapping a girl isn't a big thing.
"So? You shouldn't slapped her, idiot!" she yelled at Don.
They continued to argue, and honestly, I didn't hear anything they said. Everything blurred as I felt the tears continuously streaming down from my eyes, and the pain of Don's slap, and of course, the biggest pain—the pain of loss and being alone.
"STOP!" Jorge yelled which caused Don and the girl to stop and me to jolt away from my emptiness. "Rest with the others Don and give the girl something to drink, Brenda." Don nodded and walked out from the room while Brenda stared daggers at him.
Jorge closed the door and pulled a chair in front on me. I could tell that he's observing me while I am nervously fidgeting with my fingers and staring on the ground to avoid his gaze.
Brenda gave me a glass of water which I gladly took and drank it in one breath. "Woah, want more?" She asked and I nod.
Spending days in Scorch with only a limited amount of water wasn't really easy as what you have seen in those movies back in the past (they stopped doing entertainment films when the Flare struck). Every drop of water counts and even though these persons are bad, I would never hesitate to accept it.
Jorge cleared his throat before speaking, "You are working for WICKED, right?"
I ran my fingers on the mouth of the glass, an anxious mannerism. "N-no," I stuttered, "but I was working there."
Jorge leaned on his back and crossed his arms, "You're Janson's daughter, right? I remember you calling him daddy when you were little."
That fully snapped me from my thoughts, and I heard the glass shattered on the floor.
"Don't let go and break things, hermana." Jorge said and I realized that I dropped the glass.
"S-sorry and how did you know that? A-are you a spy or psychic?" I replied confusedly.
"Let's just say I made a bad decision for working there," he chuckled.
"Please don't tell the Gladers about it. I don't want them to hate me for being that madman's offspring, please," I plead to him. Letting them know that I'm Janson's kid is the last thing I wanna do.
"I can do that if..." Jorge leaned forward, "You'll tell all that you know about the Right Arm."
What I really know about the Right Arm? I just kinda over-heard about them from my former colleagues. "T-they're some kind of group that threatens the WICKED. I heard some of the guards said that they're tracking them down as far in the mountains but they are never been caught because they are always moving."
Jorge nod, "Keep going."
I sighed, "They also want the Immunes and they attacked two installations of WICKED. I guess that's the main reason why WICKED is tracking them down."
"That's it?" he asked.
"Yes, that's all I know."
Jorge stood up, "Very well, kid. Very well. You know, I keep on listening to their conversations on the radio waves. They seemed to be in a rush now and you know what I want?"
"What?" I questioned.
"I want to go with them wherever they're going, and I'm going to tell you a secret," he said and walked in front of me, his face five inches away from mine. "I'm going to take you and the others with us," he gestured to Brenda who was silently reading her book. "You and your friends are our free pass and I don't want the others to know it. My men are money-hungry and I bet that they already called your padre, so we need to go earlier before they come here. So just keep your mouth shut, understand?"
I nod. "Capiche."
He clapped and started to walk to the door. "Where are you going?" Brenda asked.
"I'm just going to have a small talk with the other kids and Brenda, prepare the supplies," he replied.
"What did you do to them?" I asked.
"Let's just say, we really love to play Hangman," he smirked and walked away from us.
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𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 | newt x reader (ON HOLD)
Fiksi Penggemar(Y/n) was a scientist in WICKED. She was working there with her father, Janson. But her life changed when the Maze trials ended. She finally met her friends again, Thomas and Teresa and the Gladers. She knew that they didn't remember her anymore an...
