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Sam
I quickly lace up my combat boots, ignoring the slight shake in my hands. Newt nods reassuringly at me, his eyes glinting with unshed tears as he continues to mourn the fact that I had the flare.
It was late at night, and Gally was willing to take us through the walls once again where we would carry out the first parts of our plan.
Newt helps me to my feet, as we both slowly walk to the drain cover in the corner of the room. Gally waits for us, propping up the cover on the wall and gently dropping himself into the darkness below.
Thomas follows, then Newt, and before I know it, my feet hit the damp floor of the tunnels below the complex. Gally switches on some lights, illuminating the darkness surrounding us.
We walk for around 30 minutes, before Gally and Thomas clamber up a ladder and are lost from sight momentarily.
Gally leaps through the hole again, turning to Newt and I, "the plan's in action, all we need to do now is head over to a church where we'll meet with Thomas soon."
We both nod, following after Gally in anticipation of the risky plan ahead of us.
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"This is a long way from the Glade." Newt mutters as him, Gally and I make our way through businessmen and women, disembarking their trains.
We clamber up the steps, the view taking my breath away. Tears spring to my eyes, Minho was only hundreds of yards away from me, tucked away in the vast corridors of the WCKD complex, but I couldn't yet see him.
"Look, I know it's hard, but try to act like you've seen this all before." Gally says, as we make our way to a dilapidated church behind the train station.
It was completely abandoned, no trace of life evident in the rickety walls.
Gally opens up the wooden doors, helping us inside and switching on a couple of lights.
My throat burns and I cough shakily, my mouth filling with black liquid that spews all over the floor. I drop to my knees, coughing and spluttering several times.
Gally and Newt rush to my sides as I begin to shake violently, clutching onto their hands as my eyes roll back into my head.
"Sam!" They shout, but their voices were far away, and everything had begun to get darker and quieter.
Thomas
I tug my hood over my short, brown hair, wrapping my jacket further around my muscled body.
My breath hitches in my throat as my eyes fall onto my once best friends, and she returns the confused glance from across the traintracks. Her brown hair falling over her thin pale face.
A train breaks my stare away from the woman who betrayed us, and a frown forms on my features, as I turn and walk away from the station.
This was part of the plan, and it had to work.
"Thomas!" She calls out, her heels clicking against the marble floors as she quickly followed after me.
I walk faster, ahead of her, and around several corners, before stopping. My back was facing towards her, and we were in a dark alleyway, no cameras in sight.
"Thomas?"
"Do you regret it?" I say, my voice not wavering for a second, "what you did to us?"
She gulps, "I-" but she never answers, as she stares up at me with hundreds of emotions swirling in her brown eyes.
I glance behind her, to see Gally, who tugs a sack over her head. Teresa passes out in shock, confusion, and many other emotions that were filling her head.
Sam
"Woah, take it easy!" Newt orders as I begin to shuffle to my feet.
"What happened?" I croak, my throat dry and sore.
"You don't remember?" He asks, raising a brow and glancing at me with confusion lacing his tone, "you almost went full crank, and ya started turning." He gulps.
My gaze falls to the ground, "I'm sorry if I hurt anyone."
"No, no you didn't." He reassures me, as the door swings open with an unconscious Teresa hanging limp from Thomas's grasp.
"Let's go shanks." Gally calls out, making my head pound violently.
I wince, nodding as Newt comes to my side, helping me to my aching legs and out of the church and back to the tunnel once again, and then into the car parking complex where we were now.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Thomas asks for the hundreth time.
I smile weakly, "yes, Tom. I just passed out because I haven't had enough sleep in the past couple of days."
"Off to bed then-" Jorge begins as he enters the room, but he's rudely interrupted as Teresa starts to awaken.
She scrambles around, letting out a couple of frustrated sighs as she pulls off the sack from her head. She glances up at us in shock and horror as Teresa sees all of us staring down at her.
"Where am I?" She mutters, brushing a dark brown lock of hair from her face.
"That doesn't matter." Gally comes forwards, spinning around a chair and slamming it down infront of her.
She jumps, startled by his outburst, "Gally, how are you alive?"
He ignores this, and relays her part of the plan to the dark haired teen as she continuously glances over at Thomas, who shows her no notice. "Don't look at him, he aint going to help you." Gally barks out, as Teresa tears her gaze away from Thomas and onto Gally, once again.
"We have these chips in our necks, you can get them out." Thomas speaks up, prompted by Newt who nudges his bicep.
Gally went first, then Newt and I, Thomas was last.
Newt winces, dabbing the bloodied area where she sliced into our necks to take out the trackers. Gally groans, rubbing his neck too, "I swear she messed mine up worse than yours."
Newt mutters, "I don't think she likes us very much." I chuckle, holding the tissue to the bleeding cut on my skin.
"I was a stranger once too." Brenda says, replying to Jorge's previous comment, wrapping her arms around Jorge and bringing him in for a hug. "Just don't leave us hanging."
"No, never." Jorge mutters back, embracing her as if she was his own child.
A/N: Imma update again tonight if I get the chance. These chapters will compensate for the days that I didn't write :)
