𝙂𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙯𝙞𝙥 𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚 lets out a sigh as her green orbs watch the boys struggle to try and get free.

"Not going to work," Blake sings as she sways and spins, keeping her arms crossed over her chest.

"Minho ready?" Thomas asks as he shifts his body.

Minho grunts as he raises his arms out. "Yeah. Gotcha. Okay. One, two—three." Minho breathes out as he pushes Thomas.

The boy swings close by the lever, but not close enough as he reaches a hand out.

"My saviors" Blake sings again as she rolls her eyes at the boy's attempts.

"Ah!" Minho screams in frustration.

Blake sighs before she moves her body to create momentum, swaying back and forth.

"Ah!" Teresa grunts out in frustration as she misses the lever again.

"Try me." Blake urges as she tries to swing herself closer. "Min, push me."

Minho shrugs before creating his own momentum and placing his hands on Blake's lower back—pushing off as it sends the girl swaying. Blake reaches an arm out to try and pull the lever but barely misses.

"I almost got it." Blake's voice raises as she swings back into the boys.

"Come on, Minho. Push her again." Newt urges

"One—two—three." Minho counts before pushing Blake harder.

Hands slip to the girl's ass as she takes off into the air—swinging. Heat rises to the ex-keeper's cheeks as he turns his gaze to Thomas—whose gaze hardens into a glare as the two boys look at each other. The brunette boy's jaw clenches before turning his attention back to Blake as she manages to grip onto the metal.

"Hey! I got it!" Blake shouts as she hangs onto the railing.

"Yes! Yes!" A chorus of cheers erupts from behind her as she tries to grip the metal with both hands—wincing and hissing at the pain in her wrist.

Blake reaches forward and grabs onto the lever—pulling it down far enough to where she can sit upright.

Once it is at her level, she pulls the lever to stop her friends from falling and leans against the metal.

A laugh escapes the brunette's lips as she hears the yelps and grunts escaping her friend's lips. "Don't worry, I'm hurrying, shanks." Blake shakes her head before untying the rope around her feet.

Just as Blake helps Thomas untie his feet— an irritating voice comes over a loud intercom from outside, making Blake's eyebrows furrow together in confusion and heart pound against her chest.

"Good evening! This is the World Catastrophe Killzone department. We have your compound completely surrounded. You find yourselves, through no fault of your own, in possession of WCKD property. Return them to us unharmed, and we'll consider this a simple misunderstanding."

Blake rolls her eyes at Janson's voice. "Of course, the dickhead is here!" The girl sighs as she pushes her hands against her thighs to stand.

"Hang on, guys." Thomas tells the group as Blake looks around for anything to help—spotting a long metal pole leaning against the wall.

The small girl's feet carry her quickly, and her small hands grip the metal as she raises it to rush back to the group.

Lowering the metal, Blake calls out for her best friend. "Min, come on."

Pulling Fry up to stand, the group now rushes around to the opposing side of the lever. Frypan pushes the girl in front of him, incasing the girl between the rest of the group as they move faster towards the door.

"Let's go!" Blake shouts as she pushes through to the front of the group—only to halt in her path when her ears pick up the sound of a click.

Lifting her gaze to the doorway, the same bald guy blocks their path with a gun trained on the teens. Two hands immediately fly in front of Blake to push her back as the group stares down the man in front of them.

"We're not trying to cause any trouble, okay." Thomas says as he raises a hand up in surrender while keeping the other in front of Blake to keep her back.

"We just gotta get out of here." He continues as his heart hammers against his chest.

"Is that so?" The man asks as he flashes the teens a smile. Blake scrunches her face at the number of teeth missing and the creepy expression the man offers.

The man then raises his radio to his lips as he keeps the same smirk. "Janson, I got 'em for ya. I'm bringing them down. Don't shoot us. Come on."

"Like hell we are." Blake seethes as she tries to push past Thomas' arm.

Thomas keeps his arm out and holds Blake in place as the man stalks forward. "Let's go.—𝙄 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙇𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤." The man urges as he grits what's left of his teeth.

Thomas waits till the man stalks close enough and then suddenly jumps forward, knocking the guy's hand to pull the trigger accidentally.

The bullet flies through the ceiling as Thomas fights against the guy's grip—grunting at his attempts to pry the boy off.

Thomas eventually gets the upper hand and punches the guy backward, making the man stumble back as he raises the gun to Thomas' frame.

"You little bastard." The guy grunts

Green orbs widen into the size of saucers as she realizes what is about to happen. Not even thinking twice—the girl jumps to stand in between Thomas and the gun, covering his body with hers.

A gunshot makes the group flinch as Blake's heart rate flies through the roof. The small girl blinks rapidly as she glides her hand down to her stomach to feel—𝘕𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯?

Shock crosses all of the teen's faces as they then watch the man fall to the ground with blood oozing out of his torso. Blake blinks again in disbelief before catching sight of a figure standing in the doorway with a gun.

"Okay, come on." The woman nods to the door as she ushers the group to follow. The teens all stand around, hesitating before the woman calls out again. "Come on! Let's go!" She ushers louder as she walks out of the doorway.

The teens rush after the woman, but as soon as Blake takes a step, a hand grabs her arm—stopping her in place.

Blake's eyebrows furrow as she meets Thomas' panicked and angry brown orbs.

"Don't 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 do that again." Is all the boy said before pulling the girl with him to catch up with the others.

As Thomas and Blake leave the room, Teresa quickly follows behind them, stuffing a device into her pocket.

Blake's eyebrows furrow in confusion as music starts playing on the speakers. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭?

"Brenda! Hurry!" Jorge shouts as the teens come to the top of the steps. "Hurry, we don't have much time! Let's go, let's go, let's go!" The man urges as he walks quickly down a hallway.

Two large gray doors swing open as Jorge turns to the group behind him. "let's go!"

Blake's eyes widen at the line trailing from the top of the facility to the bottom of a building nearby as Fry shakes his head in disbelief. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."

"Plan B, hermano," Jorge says as he reaches up to grab a hold of a rope. "You kids want to get to the right arm? I'll lead you to them. You're gonna owe me." The man finishes before he tugs on a sling. "Follow me." He shouts as he slides out the doors, gliding on the rope above him.

"Alright. Let's go!" Brenda yells as she yanks another rope down.

The group's mouths hang open as they hesitate on who goes first—not liking the plan.

"Go, go, go!" Thomas ushers after a second as Minho grips onto the rope and slides out the window.

Newt, Fry, Teresa, and Aris are the next ones to go as Blake paces behind Thomas and Brenda.

"Blake, you're next. Come on." Thomas urges as he turns back around to see Blake pacing.

"I can't—" Blake whispers as she starts to shake her head—panic rising to her chest. "My wrist won't be able to hold me." She says as her body starts to tremble in fear.

Thomas rushes up to the girl and grabs her hand to pull her closer to the edge. "It's okay, we'll go together. I won't let you fall. I promise." He says as he offers the girl a quick smile before his eyes catch Brenda sprinting away.

"Brenda! Hey! What are you doing?" The boy calls out before he turns to Blake—not knowing what to do.

"Go. I think I can hold on." Blake says as she straightens her shoulders—trying to push through the fear as her hands reach up to take the rope between her hands.

"Don't let go. I'll be right behind you, okay? You got this." Thomas assures the girl as their gaze meets.

"I-" Thomas opens his mouth to say something else but shuts it before anything can come out. "Hurry, I'll be right behind you." The boy assures as Blake tightens her grip on the rope.

Flashing the boy with a soft smile, Blake breathes in to calm her nerves before pushing herself off the building.

The rope digs into the girl's hand as she holds on for dear life. Blake screws her eyes shut tightly as the wind blows her strands of hair around her face.

Halfway through the zip line, pain surges through the girl's wrist—making her scream out in agony.

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 Blake tells herself as she feels the throbbing and stabbing of her wrist.

Suddenly, her injured hand slips out of the rope—not being able to hold on any longer as the small brunette cries out in panic and pain as her other hand grips onto the rope above her tightly.

Grunts and cries escape from the brunette's lips as she clings to the rope for dear life.

Just as Blake feels her other hand starting to give out, the line comes to an end, and throws the girl into a pair of arms. Relief fills Blake's body as she sits down with the pair of arms encasing her.

"You made it, Blake. You're okay." Minho comforts the girl as a tear slips out. Pants and ragged breaths escape the girl as she tries to catch her breath and calm herself down.

"You okay, Blake?" Newt asks as he kneels in front of the girl.

Fry hovers over the blond to check on his friend as the girl dares to pry her eyes open.

Green orbs slowly crack open as she settles down, hissing at the pain throbbing in her wrist.

Blake cradles her injured arm as she slowly sits up. "Do you see Thomas?" The girl questions as Minho helps her to stand.

The small girl walks over to the edge of the building and looks for any sign of the boy—craning her neck to try and look above and into the building.

Suddenly, the music stops, making the group raise their eyebrows as Jorge whispers, "Come on, Bren."

In a split second, the line is cut as a huge explosion blows the building up. Blake flinches violently and stumbles back with tears in her eyes as she watches the flashes of orange and yellow.

"oh—my" Blake's voice cracks as she stumbles back, feeling her knees about to give out on her.

A pang shoots through the girl's chest as tears break through and flow out of her lashes. Arms catch under Blake's to stop her from hitting the ground as more tears flow from her eyes.

"𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨!" Blake screams out, voice raspy and dry as she feels an invisible force pressing down on her windpipe.

"We should get going. If he's with Brenda, I know where they'll be—if they're alive" Jorge's voice softly ushers as he motions for the group to follow.

Blake lets out a strangled cry as Newt pulls the girl to her feet, letting her lean into his chest. Warm hands wrap around the girl's frame as he leads her to follow the rest of the group.

"He'll be okay," Newt whispers softly. "He'll make it."