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Journey through the scorch - Part 1 - Newt (Maze Runner)
Request by @tiagrindalen - Can you write an imagine that takes place in the scorch (the book) and its when Brenda and Thomas are separate from the group. The others are trying to find them but Jorge decides they need help to do that. So he goes to the reader who also lives in the city and knows every little corner of it better then anyone. She is an immune who used to work for WCKED but escaped because she thought what they did was wrong. She used to know all the gladers and seeing them, especially Newt brings back a lot of memories. She is a badass, a trained assassin. She used to be a soldier for WCKED.
A/N - This is a long request so I’m going to split it into a couple of parts.
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“ We need to go now, or we’re not going to find her in time.” Jorge said, turning to the exit. The group of boys cast a glance back and started following him.
“Find who in time?” Newt questioned, a look of confusion spread across his face. Jorge stopped abruptly and turned to face the group.
“The only person who can help us get our friends back and survive in the scorch.” With that he turned around and set off again, the boys following after exchanging a series of glances.
*** The small group spent the next few days journeying towards the city to find this mysterious character Jorge told them about. They arrived at an ‘abandoned’ warehouse, the floorboards creaking as the ventured inside. The boys started looking around for food or water but finding nothing.
When they gave up, Jorge lead them through the warehouse to a hidden set of stairs with light at the top of the passage. He took a step back and gestured for them to go up. The boys looked uneasy but after Minho went first, the rest shortly followed.
When they reached the top they found a living area with fresh clothes, food and water laid out on a table a short distance away. The group rushed forwards, with the exception of Jorge and Minho, the latter letting out a short yell of surprise as he found himself being held against a body with a knife pressed gently across his neck.
The others span around, a few of the starting forwards before abruptly stopping when the voice called out.
“Take one more step and your little friend here will be the newest addition to my stuffed bodies collection.”
“Come now hermana, is that any way to greet an old friend?” Jorge called out from behind the group. The girl let out a sigh and reluctantly pulled away the knife before pushing the now-pale boy into his friends.
“What do you want, Jorge?” The girl asked, moving behind a desk and falling down into a chair, allowing the boys to get a good look at her. They stared at the girl, taking in her appearance. Most of them felt a sense of awe or shock, but for the second-in-command it was something different, something he couldn’t quite place his finger on, like somewhere deep in his mind he knew this girl.
Jorge moved in front of the boys to talk to Y/N, putting his hands on the desk, blocking her view of the group. “We need your help. Some friends of ours were separated from us in our escape from WICKED and we want you to help us get them back.”
“Look, hermano, I’ve told you this before and I’m gonna tell you one more time. I don’t know everything that happens to everyone WICKED has, I only know a few of the subjects and have a connection with even fewer.” She leaned back in her chair, twirling a small knife around her fingers. “So either you give me a good enough reason as to why I should help you, or you get the hell out of my house.”
“That girl is as sassy as you are Minho.” The British boy muttered to his friend who rolled his eyes, muttering a quiet “is not” to himself. At the sound of the first boy, Y/N leaned forwards in her chair and glanced around Jorge, her gaze falling on the boys behind him. Her eyes locked with Newt’s and there was a quiet intake of breath before she leaned back to face Jorge.
“Fine, I’ll help you find your friends, but you all follow me and do everything I say. That way you might survive.” The boys exchange confused looks, wondering what changed the girl’s mind, a girl who seemingly couldn’t be reasoned with. The girl noticed them staring at her and she narrowed her eyes.
“Is there a problem?” The boys shook their heads vigorously, none of them wanting to be on the receiving end of her knife. “Good. Get some food and get some sleep. We leave in the morning.” And with that she spun her knife into its case, turned around and marched off.