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Inside of the seemingly empty building was a whole community. People were scattered everywhere, each having their own hammocks or tents.
"I'm Brenda. Jorge will be dying to meet you." She said, walking infront of us. "There haven't been anyone from the Scorch for a long time, so they're just curious." She explained, motioning to a small crowd of people gathering around us as we walk.
"Stupid shanks." Minho whispered under his breath. I gently elbowed him. "Shut up." I whispered. He scoffed before rolling his eyes at me. I shook my head, focusing my attention back at Brenda. "You really should watch your tone." She told Minho, who still didn't seem to care.
Brenda led us to a flight of stairs that leads to Jorge, eyeing Minho once more. "Shut your mouth." She hissed. My eyebrows started to furrow at her actions. I don't know why, but I don't like it.
"Jorge." Brenda called, making a slightly dark skinned man with gray hair turn around. "Oh, who do we have here?" He asked, not being very friendly. We kept quiet, not one word escaping our lips.
"What do you need?" He grumpily asked. "We need help." Thomas inquired. "We need help to find the Right Arm." He finished. The crowd who followed us here started to laugh, along with Brenda and Jorge. "I'm afraid you're trying to find ghosts."
I took a small glance at Minho, noticing that his jaw was clenching. "Where are you from?" Jorge asked again. Minho cringed from beside me. "Why do you keep asking the questions?!" He exploded, approaching the middle-aged man. "We came here for answers!" He shouted. "Minho!" I whispered, but he acted like he didn't hear. "You're the ones at a disadvantage here, so I get to ask the questions." Jorge simply answered, not backing away from Minho.
Minho's jaw clenched again, and in a split second, his fist came in contact with Jorge's face. We all ran towards Minho, pulling him away from the man. "Calm down, please." I pleaded, holding him by the arm. He looked down at me, his face softening. "We didn't walk all the way here to be asked stupid questions, Nicole." He reasoned, shaking off my hand.
Once the man recovered, a smug expression covered his face. "Apologize. Now." Jorge commanded, wiping of the blood from his lips. Minho stayed quiet. "10 seconds, kid. Apologize." He repeated, but Minho still said nothing.
Thomas started to look around, his eyes roaming the place. I did the same, noticing that the people around us were holding guns and looked like they could kill us anytime.
"Minho, just apologize." Thomas said, pushing him forward. Minho stayed put. staring daggers at Thomas. "5..." Jorge counted. "Minho," I grasped his hand, catching him a bit off guard. "We didn't come all the way here to get killed so just apologize, please." I cried, desperate to just make him say sorry. He tightened his grip on my hand, sending that familiar feeling to my stomach once again.
He let me go and walked towards the man. "I'm sorry." Minho shrugged, looking straight at Jorge. "I don't believe you." He argued before kicking Minho hard on the leg, making him drop to the floor. A gasp escaped my lips as he kicked him again, a groan of discomfort escaping from Minho.
A smirk settled on Jorge's face as he stepped on Minho's leg, making him shut his eyes out of pain, before kicking it back down again. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Minho pleaded, crawling against the floor to get away from the man's feet. Jorge raised his foot once more, but I quickly ran towards him, Newt's hands that were attempting to stop me just missing my arm by an inch.
"Stop, please!" I exclaimed, getting between the two of them. "He said he's sorry!" I accidentally shouted at the man's face out of anger. I instantly felt a hand slap my face so hard that I got deaf for a moment, before falling to the hard floor. "Nicole!" I heard Newt scream.
Before I knew it, Minho has already tackled Jorge to the ground, throwing punches anywhere he can manage to. I scramble to push myself off of the floor, and tried to pry Minho off the man. The people who were with Jorge started to charge towards us, hitting and kicking everywhere.
A small shriek escaped my lips when a guy's foot hit my hip. Another foot hit me on the back, making me groan in pain. Another one on the leg. It's like these people are just having fun stepping on me!
"Minho, stop." I managed to croak out, making him look at me. His eyes widened, as if he realized that I was there in the fight with him.
Thomas came to the rescue, finally pulling Minho off Jorge. Newt ran towards me, helping me stand up after the brutal stampede I've been through. "Where does it hurt?" He instantly asked, touching my face, arms and checking for bruises. I gently pushed his hand down. "It doesn't hurt." I lied. "I saw what happened, Nicole!" He hissed.
A certain silence shut us up. I looked back at Jorge.
His face contorted in a way that made me cower. We were outnumbered, and we're really at a disadvantage here.
"Kill them all!"
Fuck.
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