Bruises | The Scorch Trials

Chapter 19

Pure chaos erupts. Explosions corrupt my view and the world tilts for a few seconds. I vaguely recognise Sonya's voice through all the chaos and blindly follow it until I can see her and a group of my friends situated on a Jeep. Vince spots me and tosses me a shotgun.

"Jess! Ten o'clock!" Minho yells from besides me.

I quickly spin around and fire off two rounds without hesitation. In the distance two soldiers falls. I gulp. There's no way to tell if I've killed them or not. The best thing to do right now would be to keep going.

Focus.

Easier said than done.

"Minho! Berg shooting at 6 o'clock!" I shout at Minho's ear. I don't know how- but he hears me and starts propping the gun up to shoot at the berg.

Caught up in shooting the berg, I don't realise until too late that a soldier has thrown a stun bomb at the jeep.

I go flying- my gun lost and that's when the pain hits.

My whole body is wracking with electric current and all I can focus on is the burning feeling coursing through it. Through hazy vision, I can just about make out WCKD soldiers picking up bodies that belong to my friends.

They, like me, have zaps of electricity sparking on their body.

Soon enough, I follow suit.

Roughly shoved down into a kneeling position besides Newt, I curse quietly at the unfortunate turn of events. But it's good that my paralysed state from the bomb shell is quickly wearing off.

"Hey, where's wonder boy who always seems to save our asses?" I murmur.

Newt doesn't reply.

I avert my gaze back to the scene unfolding in front of me.

Janson is stood in the centre of the cluster of WCKD subjects. A small smirk paints his face into a look of evil satisfaction. As though kids suffering made him happy.

Swallowing uncomfortably, I shift my focus onto a figure poking his head from behind a boulder. My eyes widen.

Wonder boy!

Discreetly drawing a smirk of my own, I subtly nudge Newts arm. He follows my line of sight. He gives me a triumphant look to which I respond a condensing look that telepathically says shut up and be more subtle.

Newt takes the hint.

Internally sighing, I resume my look of sadness and boredom.

Janson's voice recaptures my attention, " how many."

"All. Give or take."

"Give or take what?"

"Well they lost a few."

"Where Thomas?"

"Right here."

Heads turn to see the suicidal teenage that I thought would finally be sensible for once.

Ha.

No.

Thomas walks his way towards Janson- his face expressionless. Janson makes a move like going in for a hug before punching Thomas right in middle of the abdomen.

I flinch from looking at the sheer force of the punch.

And all I think in that moment is, well this should be good.

A/N: Happy September 7th aka Newt Day!! :)