Emily

Sand blows into my eyes and my face is covered in sweat. I wipe my forehead and decide to sit down on a chunk of cement. I slide my backpack off of my back and look through it since I didn't have time before I...

No. I can't think about that. Not now.

A few seconds later, my stuff is laid out on the ground in front of me. I frown at the limited supplies which are a half eaten bag of nuts, a squishy apple, a roll of gauze bandage, a plastic bag and a hair tie. My stomach growls and I decide to finish off the apple. As I eat, I look at the ruined city.

Bits of concrete have made its way to the ground, leaving the remains of the buildings with a highway of cracks, missing pieces and steel rods sticking out. The glass of the windows are shattered and everything is covered in sand. The broken metal of abandoned cars screech as the wind blows and I look behind me and notice something moving behind a red truck that's a few feet away. I shake my head. I'm probably just imagining things.

Once the apple was finished, I toss the remains over my shoulder and I hear a small "Yuck!" then a panicked shush. My body stiffens and I slowly turn my head and my green eyes meet a little boy's... familiar... brown ones. He yelps and then ducks behind the truck. I shift my body and to face the vehicle and listen closely to the hushed bickering voices of what sounds like two young children, a girl and a boy.

"You've blown our cover!"

"It's not my fault! She threw the yucky apple!"

"You eat bugs yet you're grossed out by an apple core landing on your head?!"

"It's different!"

"It's not!"

"Is too!

"Is not!"

"Aww! Is... is Mrs. Gabrielle gonna get mad at me?"

"Probably! Geez, why did I ever think that bringing you along wa--"

Mrs. Gabrielle? Hold up, my name is Emily Gabrielle! As the girl complains to her companion about bringing him along, I walk up to the side of the truck they're on and the girl's gaze moves from the boy to me. Her eyes are momentarily alarmed before they turn into one of the most threatening looks ever given to me.

At that moment, I realize I made a huge mistake.

The girl shoots up and pulls out a gun from the holster on her belt then points it at me. I stay still with my hands out in front of me.

The shuck...? This Asian child looks at least 12 years old. What is she doing here?  I think to myself.

She speaks to me with a surprisingly loud and familiarly bossy tone. "Okay, ugly. Who are you? What are you doing here?"

I'm baffled by her behaviour then my eyes shift to the little boy in front of her who is now bearing a small dagger. I accidentally snort and the girl doesn't take it too kindly. She fires a bullet and I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for the impact. It doesn't come because I feel it graze the side of my forehead instead. I touch the small wound and blood seeps onto my fingers. I look to the girl and give her a "what the heck was that for?!" face. Her expression remains as it was when she pulled the gun out and she asks me the questions again, coming closer to me this time.

I put my hands in front of me to try to stop her from coming closer. "Whoa. Okay, princess, put the gun down!"

"Don't call me that and I will not put the gun down until you answer my questions!" she huffs.

"Yeah!" the boy squeaks.

"Alright, alright." I purse my lips and then words come out of my mouth before I could stop them. "I'm Emily Gabrielle and I'm looking for the Right Arm." I wince. I don't even know if these kids are part of this organization.

The girl's features soften and her gun points to the ground. "Wh-what did you say your name was again?"

"Emily Gabrielle."

Her jaw drops. "No freaking way! We found you! We found you!"

"Found who?" the boy asks.

"Emily Gabrielle! Victoria's daughter!" the girl whoops and then puts out her hand for me to shake. "I'm Clary Park."

I take her hand and shake it. She lets go and the pushes the boy so he is in front of her. "This is my brother, Tobias."

Tobias waves and then retracts his hand back to his pocket. Clary rolls her eyes and then pushes him out of her way. She reaches for my arm then she stops herself. Her arms cross and she looks at me, her eyes moving up and down.

"Wait." Her hand reaches for the holster. "How do I know you're the real Emily Gabrielle?"

"Well I, uh, --" I stutter. Clary takes out the gun and cocks it. I gulp.

"Ten seconds or I'll shoot." Clary threatens. "Ten. Nine. Eight..."

And the countdown continues. I panic and then show her the writing on my neck. "Uh, Clary. See this?" I point to the area at the start of my neck. "It... it was there before the rest of those words. Oliver Agnes and Victoria Gabrielle put it there before I was taken by WICKED."

I swivel my head to face hers and she just smirks. "Okay. I believe you. You're not as dumb as you look."

"Excuse me?"

Clary ignores me and starts to walk. Tobias sprints to meet up with her and I trail behind him.

"Where are you going?" I question.

"To Mrs. Gabrielle!" Tobias exclaims.

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The Boys

The gladers watched helplessly as Thomas walked away with Jorge. Thomas had convinced the man to give him ten minutes to explain everything. The gladers remained silent for a while, trying to process everything. Newt walked over to Minho, who was sitting down.

"That shank better convince that shucking old man." Minho scowled as he clutched the area on his leg that Jorge kicked. "If we die, I'm gonna kill Thomas."

Newt just shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "You really shouldn't've done that, shank. You've done some bloody stupid stuff in the past but this was probably one of the stupidest things yet."

"Sorry, man." Minho rubbed his head. "I really don't know what got into me. Honest. I was so full of rage... it was really weird."

"It's alright... I think." Newt pursed his lips and paused. "Let's just hope that the Jorge shank doesn't kill you."

Minho nodded and then went back to focus on his leg. Newt looked up and saw a long haired girl looking through the gladers. She looked pretty confident and stoic when Jorge was here, maybe she was, but all of that seemed to have drained out and replaced with worry and vulnerability. Newt hobbled over and tapped her shoulder. "Can I help you?"

The girl's attention went to Newt. "No. I'm just... looking for someone."

Newt raised his eyebrow. "Well none of us are from around here. If ya lost someone in the city or wherever you came from, they're not with us."

"Okay. Thanks." The girl bit her lip.

Hesitantly, Newt told her his name and he put out his hand.

"The name's Brenda." She introduced as she took his hand.

Suddenly, Jorge and Thomas were back.

"All right, everybody listen up!" Jorge boomed.

The man started to blab and once he was nearing the end of his speech, Thomas looked over at Minho with an evil smirk. Confused, Newt leaned over to Minho's ear and whispered, "Why is Tommy giving ya that look? Jorge said he'd spare your life, did he not?"

Minho started to reply, "I --"

"Ah ah ah!" Jorge interrupted. "No speaking when I'm speaking. Got it hermano? Don't want to make your punishment worse, now do we?"

Minho rolled his eyes and the gladers to stiffened at his dumb action. "Yeah? Well what is this punishment, old man? Listening to your boring ass voice blab on is painful enough to my ears." Frypan slapped him and the Asian boy turned to Fry and gave him an angry stare. Fry whimpered and then moved behind Aris.

Jorge stared at Minho before speaking. "You better watch your mouth, hermano. Be grateful I'm not adding anything more to your punishment."

"Why don't you just stop stalling and get to your point? Let's just get this over with." Minho retorted. Seconds after, he clutched his head.

"Well... since you punched me with both fists, I'm cutting of one finger from each hand."

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Author's Note:

Hello Hello!

Thanks so much for 1.3k reads, guys! It means a lot! I'm sorry that I didn't update last week. Maybe you'll get another chapter this weekend? :)

Hehe can you guess where I got the Park siblings' names from?

-Rach(: