The Scorch Girl// Book 2// Newt TMR Fanfic

Chapter 11

I really gotta spice up my story cover, but I feel like I'll miss the current ones that were made for me

Anyway, enjoy the chapter lovelies ❤️
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My eyes trailed the strange man, I couldn't understand why he called himself a crank.

Everyone else seemed utterly confused by his sudden appearance, I don't think anyone was expecting people to be in the run down city.

"You people forget how to talk?" The Jorge man spoke, his voice echoing slightly. "Or you just scared of cranks? Scared we'll pull you to the ground and eat your eyeballs out? Mm, tasty. I love a good eyeball when the grubs runnin' short. Tastes like undercooked eggs"

Thomas seemed tense as he watched the man just as carefully as I was. I stood back and grabbed Newts hand, partly out of fear and partly to stop me from saying something stupid.

I cringe at what the man was saying, "so you're telling us you're insane? You don't look it" I blurt out.

Newt gives me a look as if to say I should back down, but I don't.

Jorge's eyes snap to me, he sizes me up and saunters over. He sort of stank and I couldn't tell you the smell, but it was definitely there.

"You're smart for a pretty girl, my men would like ya" he smiles a devilish smile.

"No one touches her" Newt interjects, putting his arm between me and the man.

"So you admit you're a crank? That you're freaking crazy?" Minho speaks, his voice almost awakening the man as he looks away from me.

Newt took the chance to pull me behind him, much to my silent protest I wasn't about to go against Newt right now. I instead peak over his shoulder to see what was going on.

"Well he said he likes the taste of eyeballs, I think that means crazy" Frypan replies.

Jorge laughs and makes me jump, it sounded deep and menacing. It was like your typical villain laugh, right before the hero gives them an ass whooping.

"Come, come, my new friends" his choice of the word friend sent shivers up my spine, we weren't friends.

"I'd only eat your eyes if you were already dead. Course I might help you get that way if I needed to. Understand?" His face turned stern and his tone unwavering. There was a long pause that followed, I was trying to pick who would speak next.

"How many of you are here?" Newt asks, I look up at him as he continues to shield me.

Jorge turns to face him, condescendingly waving at me, a mischievous smirk on his face. I simply scowl in return, looking away.

"How many? How many cranks? We're all cranks around here, hermano"

I furrow my eyebrows, I'm pretty sure we don't count as cranks I thought to myself.

Jorge rambles on, informing us that about what would need to be understood about the city and how WICKED ruined it, leaving everyone to die.

His words put me on edge, did that mean we hadn't escaped WICKED at all? My stomach twists at the thought, things didn't seem right.

I watch Thomas as his eyes trail Jorge, Minho seemed annoyed and Aris seemed calm.

Why was Aris so calm?