THE SURVIVOR!
jorge and the hostages.

MARG!

   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄 as the Group walked across a vast desolated land. As the elements of the Scorch caused each one of the member to sweat due to the heat and every one of them was forced to find a way to ward their mouths and noses from the occasional sand that the wind threw their way, Margaret walked in front of them all, side by side with Thomas, with her green hood up.

The red-head kept squinting, the distance between them and their destination seemingly becoming bigger instead of smaller as thirst threatened to rob them all of their last supply of water.

While Marg was used to pushing her body to extremes, she couldn't say the same for the others, as, come nightfall, the rest of them were too tired to continue and this gave them no other choice but to camp out in the middle of nowhere.

The Group opted out to sleep huddled together as Marg refused, even after Newt had pleaded with her, to sleep. While the others snuggled and their soft snores surrounded the girl, the red-head sat with her axe on her side and her bō on her legs.

They all needed a place to stay, to rest and, preferably, a place to hide from WICKED. Her unspoken prayers seemed to be answered as Margaret squinted her eyes, noticing a vast array of lights in the distance.

She wasn't the only one who had seen the thing, as Thomas let out ragged breaths while trying to stand up, eyes glued on the same spot as Marg.

"Newt, wake up, wake up." The red-head shook the boy's body, successfully causing him to open his eyes as Thomas did the same with the rest of the group. The duo exchanged a quick look as Margaret extended her arm and helped the sandy-blonde haired boy to his feet.

"I see something." Thomas exclaimed, his voice laced with a mix of panic and excitement altogether as he stared at the cluster of lights in the distance. A round of questions were thrown at the brunette boy. Regardless of their recent findings, Marg couldn't help but to turn around, as something inside of her almost told her to do so. What the red-head saw was something unsettling as small black tornadoes started taking shape while a few lightning strikes hit the ground surrounding them. The red-head knew they had to get away from where they were currently standing, therefore she quickly grabbed her backpack and slung it across her back before securing her axe and grabbing her second weapon as she could hear the other talking.

"It's lights."

"We made it." Newt's disbelief was cut short as a loud thundering sound echoed all around them, causing each single teen to turn around only to see what Margaret had already noticed.

"Grab everything, now!" Margaret barked out. No one had to be told twice as each single member of the group quickly grabbed all their belongings. "It's coming this way, we have to run. Run as fast as we can!"

While she was used to run like her life depended on it, most of the others didn't, as some of them seemed to struggle as they picked up the pace, the storm behind them threatening to close in on them faster than anyone could have predicted.

While everything was painted in a myriad of different shades of yellow during the day, the place that surrounded them all and the precarious situation they found themselves in, caused everything around them to look like it had been engulfed by nothing but blue and black darkness. The contrast between the sound of their boots that could be heard while they walked through the Scorch and the eerie noises caused by surges of electricity hitting the ground while almost muffling all their voices, was unnerving to say the least.

They all kept screaming to each other as they neared what now Margaret could describe as a large building, the sound of lightening closing in on them and causing the redhead to check that Aris was keeping up the pace.

Her facial expression was void of any emotion other than determination. While everyone looked panicked, the red-head squinted her eyes in the direction of their destination as she pushed herself even harder. Out of nowhere, a bolt of lightning hit right behind her, yet, what scared her the most was the fact that, by turning around, she had noticed another one that would have hit Newt. She quickly thrusted her right hand toward the sandy-haired boy and pulled him towards her just in time as another lightening hit the spot he would have otherwise found himself in.

There was no time to talk, share glances or anything, for they kept on running with only one destination in mind, the only available one. It almost felt like the closer the Group was to the building in front of them, the highest was the number of lightening threatening to hit any of them. Marg managed to get Frypan out of the way of another one of the bolts of energy just as a loud noise caused her to snap her head back, only to notice that both Thomas and Minho were now laying on the ground after having been hit by a lightening.

"Minho!" The red-head completely discarded what had happened in the past between her and her twin, as the life of a member of the Group she escaped with was now in danger. Thomas was already moving on his own, his hearing probably tampered as he held his ears and showed clear signs of discomfort, but it was the other boy who she focused her attention on as she ran toward his unresponsive body. "Thomas, get inside! Go!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, the noise surrounding them almost muffling any sound, as the co-Leader seemed hell-bent on helping her to carry the other boy inside the building.

"Thomas, go, go!" The familiar voice of her best friend caused the red-head to smile for a second as Aris helped her to carry Minho by putting one of the arms of the unresponsive teen around his shoulders while she did the same on the other side. Newt seemed to have joined the group, yet one simple glance between Marg and the sandy-haired boy was all it took to tell him to take care of Thomas, making sure he got inside safe and sound.

While Teresa was the first one to enter the unfamiliar structure, Frypan stood outside, keeping the door open, motioning for all of them to get in. "Move, come on! Hurry up!". The remaining four quickly made their way inside and, as soon as they did, Frypan closed the door behind them, sheltering the Group from the lightning storm that was brewing on the outside.

The inside of the building was pitch black, causing Marg to quickly grab her pocket knife from her pocket and shove it inside the small opening inside her bra that she had created just in case she had to smuggle the weapon without being detected. Something inside the red-head screamed that they were not safe there, that they shouldn't have entered so carelessly, yet her first priority was to make sure that Minho hadn't suffered a major trauma due to what had just happened.

"Who's got a light?" Thomas' voice depicted his current state as the red-head didn't need to look at him to understand how scared he was. Someone managed to turn a flashlight on, yet Marg did not pay any attention to who currently held their only source of light, but focused on the boy laying on the ground, his eyes still closed. While Thomas started to shake his friend's body and the others kept calling his name, the red-head closed in on his face and slightly opened one of his eyes, turning on her own flashlight and pointing it towards the boy's face to check if his pupils were still responsive.

"Come on, man." The sandy-haired boy muttered as Margaret went to check his pulse and closed her eyes for a second to take in his pressure.

"Pressure's fine, his pupils are responsive. Wake up, Minho. I know you can do it." Margaret muttered while tightening her grip around the boy's wrist, her eyes glued onto his face as she begged for him to be okay. A small groan escaped the boy's mouth, causing the red-head to finally exhale.

"What happened?" Marg let out a silent laugh as she looked at the boy who was now staring at the rest of the group that had closed in on him.

"You were struck by lightning." Thomas quickly explained as Newt kept his torch pointed at the groggy boy, while Margaret had slowly lowered her own.

"Oh."

"Oh? You are unbelievable." Margaret shook her head, a smile on her face as she placed her arm behind his back to help him to sit up.

"Is it me, or is Marg smiling at me? Did I hit my head that hard?" The red-head gently shoved the injured boy as she helped the others to get him back to his feet.

"Come one, nice and slow." Newt encouraged his friend.

When Margaret lifted her head toward the boy, their eyes met one another and they both shared a small, yet sincere smile, causing the red-head to wish she could just hug the boy with the weird accent.

Once they all managed to get Minho to stand up, Marg noticed how Aris was quick to keep him from stumbling back down as he quickly grabbed the material of his jacket and steadied the boy on his feet. She was too busy looking at how her best friend was making his way out of his comfort zone to notice that Newt had made his way next to her, causing her to almost jump as his hand found hers and their fingers intertwined almost as if it was second nature. Margaret's eyes fell on their hands and she squeezed Newt's just as he did the same with hers, a small smile creeping up her face.

During all that, the red-head didn't realise that she was the only girl standing around Minho, signalling that Teresa had slightly walked away from the others.

"Hey, what's that smell?" The brunette's voice caused Marg to get closer to the girl she did not trust as she stared into the darkness, a foul stench hitting her as soon as she stepped forward. Margaret slowly lifted her already working torch that soon illuminated a crank. The creature immediately lunged forward causing Teresa to scream as Margaret outstretched her arm and pushed the girl behind her. Even if the red-head didn't like the brunette, she would have never let her go through what Winston did, therefore she quickly grabbed her axe, brought it up her head and swung it downwards, therefore splitting the crank's head in half and causing its body to fall to the ground with a loud thud.

However, what none of them had expected to see, was that there wasn't just one of those creatures lurking around, yet many of them surrounded the Group, each one of them chained at the neck. "Stay back, stay back, retreat in a small group!" Marg's voice boomed over the random cusses some of the others let out as they avoided yet another crank that seemed to be coming out of nowhere. While Margaret was confident when it came to using her axe, she also knew that she could have never taken down that many creatures ensuring the others' safety, therefore they all closed in together to stay away from the once-living beings that were viciously growling and trying to claw their skin.

"I see you met our guard dogs." A feminine voice caused the redhead to steady her weapon as she tried to adjust her vision to the dark, since she had already pushed her flashlight in the side-pocket of her backpack.

"The hell?" Marg muttered, only to be basically mimicked by Thomas who let out another question similar to hers.

"Who's that?" A girl with a very short haircut and brunette hair made her way towards the group, carelessly walking in between cranks like she owned the place and those beings were nothing more than wild animals. Her stride was confident as she got even closer to where her and Thomas had positioned themselves in front of the others. "Stay back. Stay back".

Thomas and Margaret quickly pushed everyone behind them, only Newt standing on the boy's other side as the unknown woman neared the Group. The confident look on the stranger's face met what Marg supposed to be rightfully scared ones, yet she couldn't bring but to stare at the woman, almost daring her to take a step forward so she could attack her herself.

"You guys look like shit." As the words left the woman's mouth, Margaret found herself taking a confident step forward, ignoring completely Thomas' attempts to stop her by grabbing her forearm.

"Should look at yourself before speaking. The hell are you?" The red-head tightened the grip on her axe, which she held loose on her side, just in case the need of using it presented itself.

"Ballsy, I see you're a fighter." The woman smirked at Margaret just before gesturing for the whole Group to follow her. "Come on, follow me. Unless you wanna stay here with them."

As soon as the short-haired woman started walking in the direction she came from, Margaret turned around to face Thomas and the others, her eyes briefly scanning Aris and Newt to make sure they were both okay. "I don't think we have much of a chance." As she placed her axe back in her holster the red-head took a look around. The place looked like it had been built for people like them, those running from the Scorch; each crank was placed in a strategic position, yet not good enough to keep out unwelcomed guests. As Marg took a few seconds to take in everything that surrounded them, the left side of her lips quirked up; whoever did this was clever, but they didn't take into consideration easier options, which meant they could always found a way out. "What do you say, Thomas?".

"Look out for each other." Everyone shared a quick nod just before Thomas and Margaret walked in front of the rest of the group, following the woman who had been waiting for them, probably thinking they would have shared something and she could have eavesdropped.

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   The place they entered seemed much smaller from the outside, but now that they walked its halls and climbed its stairs, Marg couldn't help but to let her eyes dart everywhere as whoever lived here must have done something else with the place, aside from filling its first floor with cranks. After a few minutes, the woman slid two doors open, leading them inside a big room filled with people standing by fires, others camping inside and eating what looked like canned food. Not many paid the Group any attention, while others looked too curious for Marg's liking.

"Come on, keep up. Jorge here wants to meet you." Even if she only met Thomas back at the compound, the red-head knew that the brunette boy wouldn't have managed not to ask any questions, therefore she simply let out a sigh as Thomas questioned the woman.

"Who's Jorge?"

"You'll see. No one has come out of the Scorch in a long time." The people they were passing by now were nothing like the previous ones, as these ones all eyed the Group with sadistic smiles plastered on their faces. "You just got him curious. And me too." Being completely surrounded, as some men now followed the rear of the Group, they all kept following the woman who was probably taking them all to her boss.

"Anyone else starting to get a bad feeling about this place?" Marg turned her head around and raised her left brow as she looked at the sandy-haired boy.

"Well, if the welcome wagon was anything to go by..." She slightly cocked her head referring to the cranks and now to the men behind them all.

"Let's just hear him out, see what he has to say." Margaret sent a quick pointed look towards Thomas, silently telling him to choose his words carefully as they didn't know if these people worked for WICKED or not. As far as the red-head knew, anyone could have been working for the organization she loathed so much and she would have never given them the satisfaction to get their hands on her once again.

"Jorge, they're here." The woman addressed a man who was sitting in front of a big desk covered by different pieces of technology, some of which seemed to be older than Margaret herself. As the man turned around, after he had finished to listen to some kind of conversation, he looked at each one of them, hands propped on his hips.

"Do you ever get the feeling the whole world is against you?" Marg, who was standing on Thomas' right side, turned around for a second and shared a confused look with Newt, who seemed to be trying to hold in a sarcastic remark just as much as she was. "Three questions. Where did you come from, where are you going, how can I profit?" Nobody spoke a word as, just like Margaret, they all knew they couldn't trust someone by telling them the truth. "Don't all answer at once." As the man didn't seem the type who would have taken a 'no' for an answer, Margaret got ready to lie to his face, but stopped in her tracks when Thomas decided to speak instead.

"We're headed for the mountains, looking for the Right Arm." In any other scenario, Marg would have at least pinched her nose, yet she was left with no other choice but to try and beat Thomas to the next question, trying to get the Group out of their current mess. Everyone seemed to find his answer entertaining as most people laughed as Jorge let out a half chuckle.

"You're looking for ghosts, you mean." His actions seemed almost calculated as the dark-skinned man drank from his glass of water, almost taunting the teens whose reserve of water was long gone. "Question number two." As he took a few steps forward, the red-head following each of his movements with her eyes. "Where did you come from?"

"And what would we gain if we told you everything?" A few gasps could be heard all around them as Margaret spoke confidently, arms crossed and a half-fake smile on her face.

"Now, this is the spirit I like!" As Jorge clapped his hands twice, all the men around them started to nod as if they had been programmed to do so. "What about your friends?"

"As she said, that's our business." Minho quickly answered.

All of a sudden, a man double her size, grabbed Margret and pushed her towards the ground, just like another two did with Thomas. Regardless of all the commotion and the fact that the red-head was putting up a fight to avoid getting shoved onto the ground, Marg still managed to hear Newt's voice as he yelled at the men, trying to reach for her.

"Get away from her!" One simple sentence, yet coming from someone who had started to make her feel things she had never felt before, gave her enough strength to shove her head back, hitting her captor in the face with enough force to break his nose. Even if she knew her action wouldn't have changed their current situation, at least it showed the rest of the men that she wasn't to be taken lightly. Two other men joined the one with a bleeding nose to push her on her knees.

"Get your fucking hands off me, you filthy perverts!" She tried to hit them, but one of the men had managed to pin her hands against her back.

"Will you two just stop?" The brunette with short hair addressed both her and Thomas before shoving Thomas head forward and scanning his neck, just to do the same to her.

"What is that?" Thomas asked as soon as he noticed the woman staring at the piece of unknown technology. Just like that, the men who were holding Thomas down let him go, while the ones who held on Margaret shoved her backwards where she was quickly caught by a pair of arms that helped her to steady her footing. The red-head didn't need to look back to know who had caught her. All their weapons had quickly been taken by two large men who followed the woman's orders, the only thing in their possession now being the pocket-knife Margaret had managed to hide in her bra.

"You were right." The woman almost whispered, shock clearly written across her face as she stared at the machine.

"Right about what? What is she talking about?" Thomas asked only to be followed by Margaret as no one answered to the brunette.

"What the hell do you mean? Answer to us." As Marg tried to take a step toward Jorge who was staring at the piece of technology, but Newt pulled her back, successfully stopping her from storming towards the man.

"I am sorry hermano, hermana, looks like you are tagged. You came from WICKED. Which means you're very valuable." As Jorge mentioned WICKED, Marg felt Newt's hand let her go as all the men that were surrounding the Group had started to block any escape way. Margaret quickly pushed Aris behind her by using her left hand, almost to shield him, as her right hand quickly found its way into Newt's left.

The red-head and the sandy-blonde haired laced their fingers together and squeezed each other's hand, as if to reassure each other that everything would have been fine.

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NEWT!

   The Group was dragged, each one of them tied around their ankles by ropes and left hanging upside down what could only be described as an endless pit. Newt looked around himself, only to notice how defied each single one of them looked; each one of them but Margaret. The girl's eyes were shut close, almost as if she was pondering as her face was void of any emotion whatsoever. He didn't know why, but the more he looked at the girl, the more he started to feel his nerves loosen up as he knew she'd be able to come up with something to get them out of there.

"Good plan, Thomas." The sandy-haired boy's attention was brought on one of his best friends, Minho, as he looked at Thomas with the most annoyed expression ever. "'Just hear what the man has to say'. Really working out for us."

"Shut up, Minho." Thomas bit back. "Maybe I can reach the rope."

"You want to fall down the pit?" Margaret, who had been silent until then, brought everyone's attention onto her, causing Newt to spin around, his arms dangling. "I don't think so. Play along, guys." They all exchanged a nervous look before noticing that the girl was smirking, sending a quick wink to them all. Newt stopped moving as he recalled her words in the Scorch.

"If we ever run into trouble, don't talk. If one of us has a plan just wink to everyone else, but keep your mouth shut."

Back then the boy thought she was just kidding, yet, in the precarious situation they all found themselves in, he realised that the red-head survived her Maze for a reason: whatever came at her didn't have any chance, she would always find a backup plan.

"Enjoying the view?" The loud noise of multiple ropes turning around, along with Jorge's steps as he walked toward the Group, filled the otherwise silent place.

"The hell do you want?" Thomas voiced everyone's thoughts.

"Came here to chit chat? Maybe have some - Oh, right. You strung us upside-down. Would be awkward to have a drink in this position." Newt's eyes found Margaret's figure. The red-head had been tied right next to Thomas as they had realised that the two were their Leaders. They even took their time in tying their ropes around them almost to prove a point to the rest of the members of the Group. The memory of the men laughing at the red-head as they tied her up made his blood boil, yet he also remembered how she spat on the face of the one who was laughing the most, causing him to grunt as they had been ordered not to harm any of them.

"See, I like your courage..." The dark-skinned man started while staring at the girl he had found himself growing rather attached to. Newt couldn't do anything but glare at the man who had captured them.

"You want to know my name? See, that requires trust. You are lacking in that department." No one else spoke as they listened to the girl who had survived a Maze that sounded like Hell on Earth. A small smirk appeared on Newt's face as he noticed that her voice was deadly calm, yet she spoke each word as if it was laced with poisonous venom.

"I'll answer your friend's question then." Jorge replied, stopping right in between Thomas and Margaret. The first one had both his hands dangling just like the rest of them, while the latter seemed to have folded her arms against her chest. "My men want to sell you back to WICKED. Life has taught them to think small. I'm not like that, something tells me that you." The man nodded in Thomas' direction. "Just like your nameless friend, are not like that either."

"Is the blood rushing through my head or is this shank not making any sense?" Minho's voice caught Jorge's attention for a split second, yet it didn't linger there as he quickly pointed at Newt.

"Tell me what you know about the Right Arm." Newt couldn't help himself but to scrunch his brows as he stared at the man upside-down. The question made no sense to him as he had clearly stated his beliefs just before he found out who they were.

"I thought you said they were ghosts."

"I happen to believe in ghosts." The man neared Margaret with a cane-like object, yet the girl didn't seem to be very fond of him as she quickly turned her body around causing the cane to fall out of Jorge's hand and hit the ground due to her body clashing against it. "Resilient, fitting. As I was saying, I happen to believe in them, especially when I hear them chattering on the airwaves." The dark-skinned man made his way toward a lever, his left hand clutching it as he held the cane he had picked up from the ground in the other. "You tell me what you know." He continued as he pointed at Thomas. "And maybe we can make a deal."

"We don't know much." Newt's friend answered, yet that proved to be the wrong thing to say as Jorge pressed on the lever and sent them falling down slightly, causing Newt to let out a disgruntled sound out of sheer fear. The man didn't seem to care for their lives and that was what unnerved him the most. "Okay, okay. All right!" Thomas spoke loudly as soon as the man had stopped the rope from falling any further.

"Thomas." Newt turned his head around, noticing the girl beside him glaring at his best friend as her red hair almost surrounded her whole face.

"They're hiding in the mountains, and they attacked WICKED. They got out a bunch of kids, that's it. That's all we know." Something must have struck a chord in the man as he took a step forward, ready to talk. The action didn't go unnoticed, as Newt found Margaret sending him a questioning glance, to which he simply replied by shaking his head, being as confused as she was.

"Yo, Jorge." The voice of the man, whose nose had been broken by the red-head, caused Newt to move his legs so he could take a look at him. The man's nose was a downright mess, as the bleeding must have stopped not long ago, having started to swell at least half its natural size since he last saw him. "What's going on?"

"Me and my new friends were just getting acquainted. We're done now."

"Hey, wait. You're not gonna help us?" Thomas questioned.

"Don't worry, hermano. We'll get you back to where you belong." And just like that, Jorge turned around and started walking away from them all. "Hang tight."

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   A few minutes had passed since both Jorge and the man had left them there, hanging. No one spoke a single word, until, finally, Margaret broke the silence.

"The lever. Jorge pulled it to get us down. We need to get someone over there to pull it down enough so they can get onto the ground and help the others." What the red-head said must have sounded like the easiest thing in the world to her, yet Newt and the others couldn't help but share a confused look.

"How could one of us reach that?" Frypan spoke for the rest of them.

"Easy." The girl with flaming red hair answered as she spun around, an action Newt thought must have taken a lot of energy, yet her face was as calm as ever, a bright smile on her face as she looked at his friend. "We push each other's body in the correct way and Teresa, who is the closest." The sandy-haired boy, who had noticed the annoyed looks the girl reserved only for the brunette, followed the other girl's gaze and noticed Teresa worried expression. "And I bet Teresa will do her best to get us all out here and away from WICKED." The way that simple word left her mouth, almost challenging the brunette, caught Newt's attention. The boy quickly stretched his hand and grabbed the red-haired girl's wrist, causing her to turn around. Margaret must have understood the reason behind such a simple action, as she simply nodded toward the other girl, the action being almost unperceivable. The red-haired shook her head ever so slightly and something inside of him immediately clicked. Marg didn't trust Teresa from the very start. Every action he had decided to brush under the carpet so far, every look of disdain or talk between the two started to make sense as his eyes were locked with the red-haired. If it had been Gally there, he would have probably scoffed at the mere idea of Teresa not being trust-worthy, yet he trusted Margaret, hell, he was sure he was starting to feel things friends didn't normally feel for each other, so he simply nodded once to let her know he understood.

"What makes you think we can do it?" The words of the brunette girl caused the two of them to break eye-contact as the flaming red-head turned her back to him, probably sending silent-daggers towards her.

"Oh, come on." Minho started to swing his body, probably trying to see how further he could reach. "We're dangling upside down and she is as calm as Frypan while baking." Newt almost snorted at his best friend's statement, yet he decided it was time to remind them all of what the red-head had done for them so far.

"Minho is right, we all know it. If she says it can work, then I believe it will. How many times did she save our lives so far?" No one spoke as realization dawned upon each one of the other members of the Group. "Because I've lost count."

"I say we do it." Thomas quickly spoke up, sending Newt a quick and awkward nod as they were still dangling upside down, before looking at Margaret, who was tied up between the two of them. "Tell us what to do."

They all listened closely as Marg pointed out each move, pointing to every single one of them as she devised the right sequence to make sure that the last push would have been the strongest so Teresa would have reached the lever without any troubles. As soon as she finished, each one of them got to work. Newt couldn't help but to imagine how their action must have looked like a well-rehearsed choreography from the outside.

The task wasn't easy at all, as each time they seemed to struggle one way or another, whether it was a push that wasn't strong enough or the cord being too short for Teresa to reach her target, causing each one of them to cuss as they had to start all over again and they didn't exactly have all the time in the world.

"Come on Minho, push her harder." Newt tried to encourage his friend, as he was sure this time they would have managed to get Teresa to grab the small railing.

"This is it."

"One, two, three..." Minho's push managed to get Teresa to grip the railing with both hands, causing Newt to let out a celebratory 'Yes'.

"Teresa hurry." Thomas tried to encourage the brunette as she flipped around letting out a grunt just before pushing the handle of the lever and managing to get onto the ground while sending the rest of them further down.

One by one they all helped each other to reach the ground. Teresa helped Thomas first and then, to Newt's surprise, reached for Margaret.

"Margaret, grab the pole." The brunette told the red-head, who quickly grabbed the object with both hands and swung hard enough to reach the ground. As soon as Margaret stood up, she sent a quick nod toward Newt and Teresa acted quickly, stretching the pole in his direction and giving him the chance to grab it and reach the ground. From inside the building, they could all hear Janson's voice as he spoke to those who lived inside the place as noises of helicopters surrounded the place. The man Margaret always referred to as 'Rat Man' wanted all of them. The fact he referred to their Group as 'WICKED property' caused Newt's blood to boil even more.

"Let's go, let's go." Thomas darted forward, running toward what was the exit, with Margaret right beside him, only to stop dead in his tracks as they all noticed that the man that the red-head had managed to maim was standing in front of them holding a gun. Newt quickly placed his right hand onto Marg's side, half trying to convince her to avoid anything reckless and half trying to convince himself to do the same.

"We're not trying to cause any trouble, okay? We just got to get out of here." Thomas raised his arms to show the man they were all unarmed. Newt knew that the brunette was aware of the fact that, had they not been all held at gun point by a vicious man, Margaret would have probably already jumped to the opportunity to beat him unconscious in order to save their lives.

"Is that so?" The man taunted before speaking into a walkie-talkie. "Janson, I got 'em for ya. I'm bringing 'em down. Don't shoot us." He lowered the device and pointed the gun in their general direction once again "Come on. Let's go." The bald man took a few steps forward, his gun aimed at Thomas' chest. "I said let's go."

It took a split second, yet Thomas immediately grabbed the weapon, pointing upwards and releasing a gun shot by mistake. While the bald man struggled with Thomas for the weapon, Margaret was quick on her feet and grabbed his other arm twisting it around with so much strength that the sound of bones breaking was all that could be heard. Thomas head-butted the man, who staggered backwards due to the pain of his now broken arm, while Margaret grabbed his rifle, twisted it around so it wasn't pointing towards any of them, and kicked the grown men in the stomach, successfully causing him to fall on the ground.

No one expected the man to be carrying a second weapon as he quickly took out a smaller gun and pointed it at Thomas, whose body was quickly blocked by Marg's."You little bastard." Newt felt his heart drop for a split second, as the sound of a gun-shot echoed around them. He darted towards the red-haired girl, fearing the worse, only to find her staring at the woman who had originally brought them in. His hands were shaking, as he had almost lost her, and it was in that moment that the boy fully realised what he had started to feel towards the girl.

It was love.

Newt was starting to fall in love with Margaret. 

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

 Newt has finally realised what his feelings for Marg really mean!

I guess can be established that Margaret is a badass.

Finally the Group has met Jorge and Brenda! Margaret doesn't know Brenda's name yet, that's why I never used it.

Any brotp that you'd want/like to see? Heads up: don't say Teresa because our girl, Marg, really doesn't trust her lol.