"Speak Marcus!" Someone yells. My eyes flutter open and slowly adjust to the light. A man is standing over Marcus who is tied to a chair, blood dripping from his face. His eye is swollen and his lips are quivering. He is trying not to smile but I have no idea why. I look over across the room and see Teresa kneeling over Thomas who is slowly waking up. Sitting on the floor in front of them is Minho, Newt, another 2 boys and the girl Thomas was with. Everyone is silent as the man yells at Marcus again.
"Speak Marcus!" The man punches him but I don't really care. I don't make any moves, just watch everything play out.
"Wait, this is Marcus?" Thomas asks, standing up.
"Wow, someone catches on quickly." Marcus says and gets another punch from the man. Marcus's head drifts over to look at me. "Well, aren't you going to do something?" My eyes widen as everyone's heads turn to look at me. I try to stand up but my hands and feet are tied to the chair I am sitting in.
Minho stands up and walks over to me, Newt trailing slowly behind him. "How do you know this shank?" Minho says, jerking a thumb behind him to point at Newt.
"I know you too." I say and I see Minho falter a little before regaining his composure.
"Oh really? What's my name?" He says, a smile planted on his face. His fists are now on his hips and he looks certain that I won't know.
"Minho." I state plainly. His arms fall loosely at his side and his smile disappears. "And that's Thomas and Teresa." I jerk my head in their direction. "I don't know the others though."
"How do you know who we are." Newt asks, rubbing a hand under his chin.
"I really don't want to talk about it." I say. Minho rolls his eyes and raises his fist. It collides with my cheek and my head is jerked to the side.
"Tell us." I shake my head and I get another punch.
"Hey hermano!" The man that was beating up Marcus yells. "She could be useful if she knows things about you." Minho rubs his knuckles and eyes me before turning towards the Hispanic man. Well, I guess he is Hispanic because he said hermano which is Spanish for brother.
"Where is the Right Arm?" The Hispanic man says, pushing Marcus to the floor. My eyes widen. This is my ticket out of here. I can get them to the right arm and disappear after that.
"They have an outpost in the mountains." Marcus says. How did he know? "But that's about a week's walk. They will be gone before you get there."
"That's why we aren't traveling on foot." The Hispanic says. "Where's Bertha?" Bertha. Marcus's treasured car.
"Not Bertha." Marcus pleads but the Hispanic man takes his fist up and down onto Marcus's head, knocking him out.
"Grab the girl." The Hispanic says, pointing to me. Minho and one of the other boys come to me. I don't fight back when they drag me along with them.
"His car is over there." I yell out and the group stops. "You're going the wrong way. It's that way."
Minho, the boy holding me on his shoulder now, drops me to the floor. I grunt as all the oxygen is taken from me.
"Why are you helping us?" He asks, kneeling down in front of me.
"Because 1). I don't like Marcus. 2). I have been working with the Right Arm for 2 years now. Getting kids out of Marcus's house and away from WICKED. Why do you think I was dragging Thomas out of the room?" Minho lets out a deep breath before cutting the ropes that restrained me. Minho grabs my forearm and pulls me up.
"Where's the car?" He asks sternly. If only they had their memories. Honestly, I didn't even think they would be alive. I'm still wrapping my head around this but trying to stay as calm as possible.
"That way." I point past Marcus's house and we start walking. Minho finally lets go of my arm and I rub it, trying to soothe the pain.
"I'll meet you guys back over here, I just need to grab something." The group stops walking and looks at me.
"Well, you aren't going alone, that's for sure." Newt says, walking to my side. "You could easily run away or get back up. I'm coming with you."
"Why do you guys even need me?" I ask, curious, even though I want to go with them to get away from this place.
"Because you know us. If WICKED comes back through here, you could easily tell them where we went." Thomas says, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Why don't you just kill me? Eliminate your threat?" I ask again, really hoping that I didn't just give them the idea.
"We don't do that." Thomas says turning back around. "Newt, go with her and meet us back here. Yell for help if she tries anything. Or just knock her out with something." Newt takes my forearm as the rest walk away. I start making my way to the shed. I open the door and walk inside. Newt lets go of me and stands in front of the door after we walked in. I shove all sorts of supplies into my bag, including the bag of the Bliss and Sonya's note which fell out when I came to get a gun. I put more bullets in my pistol and shove the rest into the bag.
"How do you know us?" Newt asks. I stop what I'm doing and look up at him. I really want to tell him but if I told him that I am Ava's daughter, they sure as hell wouldn't hesitate to kill me. I would do the same if I was in their shoes.
"I'll tell you all later, when we get to the Right Arm. I don't feel like repeating myself. Plus," I take a deep breath, "you aren't going to like what I have to say." I throw my bag over my shoulder and push past Newt to open the door. "Just wait until we get there, please." I say and walk out the door, heading back over to the car. I haven't looked in any of their eyes yet, I can't. If I did, all I would see would be confusion, hate. It would just increase the fact that they don't remember me.
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