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

Chapter 12

Double update! I finished the chapter so I thought why not. I keep getting confused with a few points in the storyline after not writing in so long

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We'd been left with the words ten minutes, and that if Jorge gave the word then our blood would spilled across the dirt.

The man holding us at gun point pushes me to the ground. He moves back into their little pack and points their weapons back at us.

"What's that shank gotten himself into?" Minho mutters.

"Slim it" Newt spoke, you could tell he was agitated by the fact Minho got us in this mess in the first place.

Newt pulled me gently by the arm, using his hand to pull my face to look at his. He checks if I was hurt.

"I'm fine Newt, really" I looked down the hallway, where Jorge had taken Thomas, "do you think he'll be ok?"

"Tommy? He'll be fine, he was the one to get us out of that bloody Maze"

How could I forget, the horrible Maze.

My eyes shift to the pack of all sorts, women, men, teenagers, and all of them staring us down like we were food.

Newt takes my hand, holding a firm grip.

"Do you think we'll get out?" Michael blurts,

"Don't bloody question our survival you shank" Minho snaps,

"You did the same" I reply, defending Michael.

"Can we all please calm down. We need to focus" AJ points out,

"Shut up! All of you!" A woman screeches, pointing a gun at us as if she were ready to spray us with bullets if it came down to it.

I just wanted to find a way out before they kill us, My eyes frantically scanning the warehouse sized metal structure. I don't even know how the lightning didn't hit this building, it was mostly metal.

I search for an escape, my only possible safe-ish escape would be to jump through and break a window, which wasn't about to happen.

The other option was make a run for the dark hallway and hope there was a way out without getting killed by a crank first. Also not happening.

"Keep your eyes straight" the woman growls at me, her eyes dark and filled with lunacy.

I lower my head, Stay calm I repeat.

"Rose" Newt whispers, "don't bloody try anything"

I look up at him, his eyes pleading with mine. "I can't lose you" he mutters,

I glance back at the hallways again, the Thomas boy was in there,

"He's fine you shank" Minho butts in, already knowing what I wanted to do.

"Look" a voice starts, It was Michaels voice, he began to rise from his crouching position,

"Michael what are you doing?" I hiss,

"Sit your shuck butt down" Newt adds.

Michael ignores us and continues,

"We just need to get through here and we'll be out of your way, tell your leader to let Thomas go-"

"You better sit down, I don't want want to have to shoot you" a man says stepping forward, Michael doesn't budge, his hands raised in the air and his neck hung lower.

"Michael sit down, please" I beg him.

Michael moves two steps forward and the whole gang of cranks jerk their weapons to face him, moving a step forward as well.

"Sit down if you want us all to bloody live!" Newt finally yells, his voice echoes. It brought silence to the whole situation, Minho and I both sat confused at Newts sudden outburst, we had never witnessed him like this.

He had to be stressed as well I thought.

I give his hand a squeeze gently, he stares me in the eyes for a second before looking down,

"Sorry" he mumbles.

"Between the both of you shanks, I'd think you were related" Minho says to me, glancing at Michael.

I shrug my shoulders, my eyes fixed on the gang of cranks who were currently staring us down.

"Is Thomas even coming back?" Frypan whispers to no one.

"He'll be back" Newt reassures.

We lean against the wall and wait quietly now, the tension could be felt from both sides.

Both Jorge and Thomas emerge from the hallway,

"Alright everybody! Listen up!" Jorge calls, the packs faces turning to as they both walk back into the warehouse space.

Jorge's eyes move through our group, settling on Minho for longer,

"Me and bird-face here have come to an agreement" Jorge states.

Thomas seemed taken aback by the use of the mans words, yet he remained quiet despite looking like he wanted to protest.

Just go with it ok? You hear Thomas in your head.

"What's the agreement?" You speak up.

"Well firstly we're
gonna feed you all"

I furrow my eyebrows, a second ago he wanted us dead.

I watched as Thomas listened carefully to what the man was saying,

"Secondly, I'm not going to kill the one who attacked me"

Groans of disappointment broke out amongst the group of cranks.

There was however a girl who seemed annoyed at the groups display of disappointment. She rolled her eyes, folding her arms.

She stuck out like a sore thumb, she was a pretty girl and didn't look much older than us, her hair was long and tied in a ponytail. She was shorter than Thomas yet a similar height to me.

To no ones surprise Minho smiles and waves at the gang of armed cranks, he seemed too confident for his own good at the moment and it was going to get us in bigger trouble later on.

"You look happy don't you" Jorge smirks,
"That means you'll take the news well"

Minho looks at him and stops waving, "What news?"

Jorge continues, "once we get you all fed you get your punishment"

"What's it's gonna be?" Minho remarks,

"You punched me with both fists which means my men here get to cut off a finger from each hand"

Minho turns pale and Thomas looks utterly confused and scared.

What have you agreed too? I Question Thomas in my head.

It wasn't supposed to be like this! Thomas replies, shooting me a look of distress

The cranks cheer, utterly excited to cut off a limb.

Minho gets up and is ready to charge at Jorge, yet the same pretty girl I had been observing moments before steps in front of him.

The girl places her blade under Minho's chin, drawing a small trickle of blood that trails down the blade and slips off.

"Here's the plan" Jorge continued to talk as if unaffected by Minho's rage.