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The Fight

[Y/N P.O.V]

Shielding my eyes from the overpowering fire, I sprinted through the camp, looking desperately for my friends. People screamed, tents being engulfed in flames, the place a wreck. The helicopter came to a stop, Wicked guards swinging down, shooting instantly. Coughing from the billowing smoke, I caught sight of Thomas, heading towards the medical tent, the boy thinking I was still inside. Dashing over, I pushed past others, my only focus on the brunette that was heading straight towards a burning mess. Grabbing his shoulder, he spun around quickly, relieved to see me.

"Dumbass, are you trying to get yourself killed?", I remarked, eyes wide.

"Oh my- Y/N-", he stuttered out, grabbing my face softly and checking over me, "I thought you-".

"Thomas", I caught his gaze, gripping onto his hands with a light chuckle, "I'm okay".

Another explosion boomed, shaking us apart forcefully. Gaining my balance, I caught sight of the pack fighting, the wolves fully transformed. Allison fired her crossbow, never missing a shot. I dug my feet into the sand to go join her, preparing to run yet Brenda scarpered up to me, destroying my idea as she grabbed my arm. Jorge following and clutching Thomas, shoving us behind a large truck. Skidding down harshly, they turned to us, their faces displaying shock. 

"What's going on?!", Brenda yelled over the noise.

"Teresa, she contacted Wicked!", I replied, anger still fresh inside me as I grabbed an arrow. 

Thomas looked up at me, shaking his head, disbelief deep in his features at the news.

 "We have to get the others", he said, getting up yet only to be yanked back down by Jorge. 

"You can't go out there, look at them...", the man warned, my gaze following his to see Vince and the Gladers cornered by wicked members, the pack not doing so well either,  "the best bet we have right now... is to run". 

Continuing to watch them struggle, a guard threw a round object at them, an array of neon blue sparks erupted which sent them all dropping to the ground. Twitching, they were dragged off closer to the berg. 

"No!", I yelled, hitting the truck in anger. 

Twisting up on my feet, I pulled the arrow back on the string, hitting a guard and sending him plummeting to the ground. Brenda tugged me to the sand again, just as a shot soared above us, shaking her head.

"Stop, you're gonna get us caught!", she whispered piercingly, "I'm sorry... but there's nothing we can do".   

"There has to be something", I snapped, "we can't give up this easily!"

"Y/N-"

"She's right", Thomas interrupted us, "you guys go, get out of here, Wicked isn't looking for you".

 "But-"

"We can't leave without them", he spoke desperately, "we won't". 

After a few seconds of silence, Jorge heavily sighed, his features softened, "good luck, kids, we'll see you on the other side".

"Can't wait", I replied, earning a small chuckle.

 With much hesitation, the pair finally got to their feet and fled, leaving us alone to figure out our next steps.  

"So, genius, what's the plan?", I quirked a brow at the boy. 

He scoffed, looking down, "I don't know, just...", he focused on something, trailing off.

I looked behind me, a bag of explosives left by Jorge, making me smile. Flicking his eyes up at me, I knew instantly what Thomas and I were about to do. 

Jogging towards the helicopters and the main gathering of people, I felt my heart jolt, the way everything became so bad within a matter of seconds still shocked me. The sad part is... that it was all due to someone I used to call a friend. The Gladers and right arm kids were kneeling down at the front, being checked by Wicked guards, a small machine beeping and flashing violently. The pack was herded together, having been captured just after the Gladers, edged to a different place as they weren't any of Wickeds precious subjects. They may be immune but I'm hoping Wicked doesn't find that out. 

I could hear Ratmans gravelly voice shouting and demanding to knew where we were, having no answer off anyone which only made him angrier. Taking a deep breath, I gripped Thomas' hand as we stood by the small entrance created by a line of guards.  

"Looking for us", Thomas spoke, an eerie silence settling over the atmosphere. 

Janson twitched the corner of his mouth, moving his hand once and allowing the wicked members to grab us and bring us over. Allison clawed her hands out to me, as if she was trying to reach me yet it was no use, tears sparkling in her eyes. 

Shoved down in line next to Minho, I death glared Janson, his mouth twitching at me. Thomas was pushed over next, being stopped by the monster, hatred deep in his features. 

"Hello, Thomas", Janson greeted, lowering his voice, "or should I say Stiles", he paused before punching him in the stomach, the guard having to put up with my fighting as he was thrown down next to me.

"Why didn't you run?", Minho quizzed, brows furrowed. 

The brunette sighed deeply, dampening his crackled lips before turning to our friend, "I'm tired of running". 

 A guard took hold of me, making me squirm as machine beeped over my neck, the identification tag working. Whipping my arms free, the berg door popped open, the pristine Ava Paige being revealed. Walking down, guards never left her side, her smile filled with a sense of success yet behind her eyes, deep concern was evident. 

"How many are there?", she asked Janson, scanning over everyone. 

"Not many but it'll be enough", he answered.

With a stony expression, she nodded, "start loading them up".