THE SURVIVOR!
reunions time.

MARG!

    𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 the rest of the Group as she walked side by side with Jorge; the man had insisted on them leaving late in the morning in order to avoid any prying eyes. The scorching sun caused the air to become even harder to breathe than in the desert, something that the red-head didn't even believe to be possible. They all walked among the shadows of the run-down buildings, rubble underneath their feet as they pretended to belong to the rest of the people who lived in the city.

They found themselves in a dark alley when Jorge's hand shoot out, successively bringing everyone to halt in their tracks while Margaret took a few steps forward in order to check out what had caused the dark-skinned man to act that way.

A few blocks away stood a rather large compound, loud music blasting from within its walls and psychedelic lights bouncing even against the neighbouring buildings. The place looked anything but a safe place, anything but a place where someone would have hidden teens on the run from WICKED. If anything, Margaret found herself thinking that the place screamed for the organization's attention.

"What the fuck is that?" Marg quickly ran her hands through her hair, a look of pure shock mixed with disbelief etched on her face as she took in the scene in front of her. They were told that Marcus was a 'peculiar person', yet there were no words that would have prepared the red-head to the scene that was unfolding in front of them all. In a split second, Margaret turned around to face the dark-skinned man, all her self-control slowly leaving her body and causing her to jerk forward in order to try and get hold of the man. Suddenly, two sets of hands grabbed the red-head, successfully holding her back. Marg didn't even turn around, as she knew that one of the people that was currently keeping her from attacking Jorge was the sandy-haired boy, while the other was none other than Frypan. "That place is nowhere near safe!" The redhead hissed as, without even noticing, she tried to lunge forward once again. "Do you think we're stupid? It screams 'trap' even from here!".

"Calm down, her-" Jorge raised his hands in defeat, yet his choice of words couldn't have been more wrong, as Margaret successfully freed herself from the boys' hold and rammed the man's body into the concrete.

"You shut up, now." Her tone of voice was strict and stern. Gone was any resemblance to a teen; instead, right there and then, an unwillingly-trained soldier stood her ground. "You got us here. I don't care what your plan was, what you hoped to get out of it. Now you listen to me; if Thomas is in there, he is clearly in danger. We're going in there. We're going to bring him out alive and well and we're getting the information from Marcus, willingly or not. If you don't have the stomach to do it, I will. None of us went through hell for nothing, now we want to get to safety and I'll be damned if I don't get us all there." The red-head forearm was pressed against Jorge's throat, yet she held herself back from applying too much pressure as she didn't want to harm the man, at least not yet, not if he held his end of the bargain.

"Okay, okay. I understand." The grown-up in front of Margaret was almost shaking. It was like he had never met anyone like her and she couldn't blame him for that. After weeks spent in the compound, she had come to the conclusion that her Maze got the short end of the stick; they were the only ones forced to grow up so quickly, to abandon every resemblance of a normal life as teenagers, only to switch it with something that was more akin to a military life. "We need to get everyone to leave first. Does any of you, niños, have an idea?"

"What about getting rid of the music and lights?" Margaret smirked as she looked at Minho's pondering expression. "I mean, if one of us managed to get it all to stop, a couple of us could scare people off in the dark. No one would see us and we'd get them all out, everyone aside from Thomas, Brenda, if they're even there, and Marcus, of course."

"That's not a bad plan at all." Marg let go of Jorge, taking a few steps back to face everyone, while still making sure to remain engulfed in the darkness of the shadows. "Do you know how to shut it down?" She slightly raised her right brow in Jorge's direction and the man didn't waste any time in replying with a simple nod.

"There is a panel at the back of the building. It's on the first floor, though. Whoever goes there has to be quick and make sure not to be spotted as it's on the outside." The dark-skinned man quickly pointed toward a distant grey box that rested against one of the building's walls.

"No need. No one is going alone. Minho, you're fast. You are going to shut the place down, while Fry is going to cover your back." Margaret crossed her arms against her chest as she eyed the two boys. "You have a good aim, I'd trust you to cover me, it's a no brainer." The two teens exchanged a quick glance as Marg examined their body language, looking for any sign of discomfort due to their roles, yet found none. "Newt, Aris, you're gonna watch mine and Jorge's back as we get in and unload a few rounds in the air. Everyone's gonna leave as fast as possible, but we can't allow ourselves to be cocky, someone might have a weapon of their own. Minho and Fry are gonna join us once the last of them has left."

"What about me?" Teresa, who had been silent the whole time, took a step forward causing the red-heard to silently groan. "What am I supposed to do?"

Truth to be told, Margaret didn't trust the brunette with any weapon whatsoever. There was something about her, something that unnerved the red-head to no end as she couldn't quite figure it out. What Marg knew, however, was that she wouldn't have given Teresa the chance to jeopardise their rescue mission. "You're gonna hold the flashlight." The red-head simply shrugged before throwing the brunette the object that she almost failed to catch. "Try not to shine it in our faces, okay? Would hate to shoot you, instead of the ceiling, by mistake." A small chuckle escaped Aris' lips, yet he quickly covered it with a fake-caught that Marg easily noticed. The others might have not known the boy for long, but she knew that his shy persona existed just because of one of the many walls he had erected around himself.

"Well, you heard her." Newt's lips were quirked upwards in a small grin. Margaret couldn't help herself but to look at the sandy-haired boy, briefly lost in his eyes as they both stared at each other with the hint of a smile.

"Let's get going." The chuckle coming from Minho caused Margaret to snap out of her brief daze and roll her eyes in amusement. The red-head playfully elbowed the dark-haired teen who wiggled his brows in response, only earning a scoff from the girl.

Marg made her way to the front of the group, focusing all her attention on the drunk people leaving the establishment not too far away from where they stood. Once the coast was clear, she raised her left hand and motioned for Minho and Frypan to move. Her weapon rested in her hand, eyes scanning the area; once she was sure it was safe for the rest of them to dart in the direction of the massive building, her outstretched hand flicked forward, letting everyone know that they were meant to follow her and Jorge. It was as if the red-head floated above the ground, as her feet made no noise whatsoever while the remaining members of the Group jogged towards the east entrance of the establishment. All that Marg could focus on was her weapon, how the cold metal felt against her warm body as a few drops of sweat trailed down her back due to the constant movement and her weariness.

As Margaret flattened her body against the wall on the right side of the door, Newt did the same right beside her sending a quick nod her way. When the lights inside the compound went out, music suddenly stopping mid-track, Marg silently motioned to Jorge to follow her lead. As soon as the two complete strangers entered the building, the red-head pointed the gun toward the ceiling and squeezed her finger on the trigger. The sound of shots echoed inside the wide room, quickly followed by panicked screams and pleas of people who didn't waste any time in leaving the premises. The string of courses coming from Margaret's right hand side caused the teen to smirk, as there was only one person who would have been mad they interrupted the party; Marcus.

"Teresa, on my right." Margaret's voice was barely audible, yet the sudden movement of the torch right behind her confirmed that the brunette had heard her request. As soon as the light coming from the flashlight reached the man they were looking for, Marcus tried to dart in the opposite direction, only to be stopped by Margaret who had sprinted in his direction and jumped on his back, sending the grown-up face-first into the ground. "Move and I pull the trigger." The red-head lowered her gun from his head to his left shoulder, pressing the barrel against it so he could feel the cold material against his flash. "And if there is something you should know about me, is that I always keep my promises. Now I need you to sleep for a minute." Without even a single warning, Margaret's weapon collided against Marcus' head with enough strength to cause the man to lose consciousness.

"Remind me to never piss you off." A rather impressed Minho stood right beside her, arms crossed against his chest. As she dealt with Marcus, the others had managed to retrieve a rather drugged and passed out Thomas and a very confused Brenda, while Aris and Teresa took it upon themselves to get rid of some make-shift curtains in order to get some light inside the wide room.

"Oh, shut up." The red-head shook her head as she stood up. "Now, help me to bring this fucker on that chair." With the help of the boy, the two teens dragged Marcus' limp body on top of a chair that looked fairly odd in a torn down room like the one they were standing in.

"Do you wanna...?" Jorge, who had tied Marcus in order to prevent him from escaping, motioned toward his sleeping figure as his eyes met the red-head's who was sitting right beside Newt.

"It'd be an honour." Marg neared the man's slumped figured and, before anyone could object, her fist collided with half of his left eye, causing Marcus to yelp in pain and snap his un-injured eye open. "Wakey, wakey." The red-head sing-sang as she mockingly patted his shoulder. "I think I am going to leave you to Jorge as you two seem to have - how would you call it? History?" Her words caused Marcus to slightly squirm in his chair, clearly afraid of both the girl's and Jorge's temper.

"Who are you?" Margaret was already facing Newt, when Marcus' hoarse voice caused her to stop her in her tracks. The sandy-haired boy in front of her smirked and Margaret's heart started pounding so fast inside her ribcage, she truly feared everyone in the room would notice the shift in her demeanour.

"She's your biggest nightmare, mate." Newt's words caused most of the Group to chuckle, a small grin appearing on Marg's scarred face. Closing the space between herself and the sandy-haired boy, the red-head squeezed his shoulder before walking toward a slightly battered Brenda who still looked apprehensive.

"Hey, you alright?" Margaret quirked her brow as she came to a stop in front of the short-haired girl who quickly nodded in response. The red-head then proceeded to check on Thomas, who was currently sprawled on the ground, his head on top of what must have once been a pillow, yet now looked more like a giant lump. Teresa was kneeling next to his sleeping form, as Minho had taken a seat right at the end of the boy's figure. "You sure know how to party, don't you, Thomas?" Marg couldn't help but to grin at her co-leader who was still unconscious due to the high amount of alcohol he had ingested. "I am gonna get a bit of air. Call me if you need back-up." A large part of the tension that had been lingering between Marg and Jorge disappeared the moment they found both Thomas and Brenda. The red-head quickly patted the dark-skinned man's shoulder, causing him to nod in her direction as she neared an open archway.

As her body came in contact with the hot, scorching air, Margaret found herself exhaling rather loudly. The mere idea of not being able to rescue Thomas had brought back so many memories she wished she could just bury away, regardless of how fresh they were. The last thing she needed was to find herself thinking about the day she almost lost all hope, hope that was partially restored by Thomas and his Group, especially a certain sandy-haired boy.

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   The compound they had been taken to was supposed to be a safe place, or so they were all told upon their arrival, yet something didn't sit well with Margaret. It might have been because of the endless number of tests they had to go through every single day, or the fact that, whenever they crossed the long corridors, every adult started whispering to each other. Something told her they weren't safe, they were far from it.

Every evening a man in a white lab coat called the names of the people that were supposed to be taken to what was a 'safe heaven'. The man in question resembled what could only be described as an ugly rat, therefore nicknamed 'Rat Man' by every Survivor. So far Rat Man had only called a couple of them, leaving Margaret, Levi and Nancy to sit at their table as they waited for the usual drill.

Everyone was chatting with their friends, excitement pouring from every fibre of their bodies. The last three Survivors standing couldn't help but to share a meaningful look, they all shared the same idea in regards of what truly happened after those called were led outside the cafeteria.

Margaret was the first one to bring up the issue one night after the lights inside their room had been shut down. Due to the age gap between her and the others, they had been allowed to share a single room without being separated because of their sex.

"I don't think anyone ever truly leaves here." Margaret had whispered, her eyes trained on the white and cold ceiling. It was as if the air inside the room had become thicker in less than a second, forcing the red-head to inhale deeply.

"What do you mean by that, Boss?" Nancy, the girl she had trained so hard and always had her back, mumbled as the sound of sheets being tossed aside signalled that she was no longer lying in bed. Margaret sat on the surface she was previously sprawled upon right when Nancy sat next to her, a look of pure determination in her eyes.

The mirror might have told them they were still teenagers and kids, but they knew better. None of them ever had the chance to be either of those; they had to become soldiers, fighters, from the very moment they exited the box that took them inside the Maze. None of them knew what childhood was supposed to be, what being a teen was supposed to feel like. While people from other Mazes laughed, joked and pointed out how different their friends looked without a certain level of grime covering their bodies, the Survivors still carried their Maze on their skin in the form of scars that would have always been there marking every inch of their bodies. Margaret might have been the one with more scars than others, but even Levi, the pure one of the group, stood out among the others with the long, thick, scar that started on the top of his right shoulder and ended at his knuckles.

"Tell me, do you trust these people?" Instead of giving them a straight answer, Marg wanted to listen to their opinions, for she valued them.

"I don't think we ever left." Nobody, certainly not Margaret, expected to hear Levi's voice. "I have a bad feeling. Like, whenever they call someone's name, it's more like a death sentence than anything else." The red-head wished she could tell the boy she considered as a brother, the boy she had vowed to always keep safe, the pure soul of their Group, that he was wrong. Marg closed her eyes, her right-hand curling around the pocket-knife she had managed to sneak in.

"I have never lied to any of you and I am not gonna start now." Regardless of her own feelings, Margaret's voice was void of emotions, her tone as authoritative as a commander's. "This place stinks of WICKED to me and, if I am right, our lives are still at risk. Now, don't show fear, don't give them the satisfaction, but don't trust them either. I found a way to get you out of the Maze, I am gonna find a way to get you out of here." She didn't need the light to know that each single one of the remaining Survivors was nodding, just like she didn't have to be a mind reader to know that every single one of them was reciting what had become their 'mantra' inside the Maze; 'If I die today, then I am not gonna show weakness to these sons of bitches. I am gonna go down swinging.'. For the first time ever, Margaret found herself wishing each one of her Survivors would have had the chance to experience real life instead of the hell they woke up to every morning.

Janson entered the cafeteria accompanied by a group of fully-armed guards. Marg didn't even give him the time of the day, focusing her attention on the food before her just like every other evening. However, that evening was far from the others. As Rat Man went through the list, Margaret couldn't help but to scoff at everyone's excited reaction, that was until a couple of names were called among the others.

"Nancy and Levi." Three words, yet enough for the red-head to feel like someone had just repeatedly stabbed her through the chest. Her head snapped up, eyes meeting Levi's frightened ones and Nancy usual strong façade. Marg lounged forward, her hands gripping onto the thin material of Levi's white shirt as she proceeded to pull him away from the guards that were approaching the duo as Nancy had already been forced to join the others by another guard.

"Stay away from him! Do not dare to lay a hand on him!" The red-head pushed the boy she had grown to consider her brother behind her before taking a fighting stance. The two main guards didn't even look phased by her reaction, as one annoyingly motioned to the other to go and grab the young teen shielded by the red-head. As soon as the guard neared Margaret, the teen slid the baton that the man kept on himself outside its holster and activated the weapon before hitting the guard in the face with it. The man let out a strangled scream as his helmet fell on the ground; Marg immediately jumped on his back and, upon noticing the second weapon he was holding, she quickly put enough pressure on his locked elbow to cause the complete dislocation of his shoulder before pulling the now crying man in a paralysing head-lock.

The second guard did not hesitate as he raised his electric gun in her direction, only for Margaret to use the man she was holding onto as a shield and causing the captured guard to, once again, cry out in pain. Before the free guard could even realise that she had dropped her human shield, Margaret was already in his face; a strong kick in the stomach, followed by a hit in his most vulnerable spot and a strong head-butt sending his unconscious body onto the floor.

It was only then that a jolt of electricity hit her in the stomach, causing Margaret to fall onto her knees, teeth grinding as she refused to show weakness. Another jolt of electricity was sent her way, this time hitting her in the shoulder, as a couple of guards had managed to get their hands-on Levi and were dragging him away. She welcomed the pain as she got rid of the electric cables that were still attached to her body; shocked faced blurred all around her as she jumped onto the back of one of the guards that was taking Levi toward the others, her hands grasping his helmet and thrusting it into the ground twice.

She must have looked mental, yet she didn't care. The other teens must have been afraid of her, yet all she could think about was getting Levi back. "Take me, let Levi go!" Marg was now standing up, her left feet onto the guard's neck and the electric gun in her own hands pointed at the man's back. "Take me!"

"What are you waiting for?! Restrain her!" Rat Man's face was completely void of any emotion; yet, the only one that somehow managed to slip for a split second resembled a lot like amusement, something that angered the red-head even more.

It was her own fault, she let herself slip as she focused her anger toward the vile human being that was Janson. As she raised the electric gun and pointed it at Janson's head, two pairs of hands thrusted her backwards, successfully stopping her from causing any more damage. Margaret was slammed onto the ground, her eyes finally watering as she saw both Levi and Nancy standing among the other kids that had been called. The guards handcuffed her and held her on the cold tiled floor as, for the first time since they left the Maze, the red-head allowed herself to shed some tears. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Levi whispered something to Nancy, something she couldn't quite discern, before he turned around and screamed at the top of his lungs. "Promise me you'll never forget me!" Margaret trashed on the ground in a vain attempt to free herself as the group of kids were pushed toward the exit.

"Nancy! Nancy, look out for him! Do what I couldn't do!" It pained the red-head, it pained her to say those words, the last words she exchanged with the two kids she bonded the most with during her years in the Maze.

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   "Marg, is everything okay?" The red-head's eyes snapped open only to meet those belonging to the boy with the weird accent. Margaret simply nodded once, not trusting her voice not to waver due to the memory she had stashed away for weeks now, if not months. Newt must have sensed something was wrong with her, as he placed both hands on her arms and ran them up and down in a calming manner. The red-head didn't know why, but that simple action managed to slowly get her to regain control, her heartbeat slowly steadying. "Jorge is beating Marcus up to get him to talk. We're gonna be on our way in no time." She didn't know if Newt was trying to convince himself, or if he truly believed in what he was telling her, therefore only trying to get her to snap out of her funk.

"Thanks." A hint of a smile crept on the red-head's face, her cheeks suddenly warm as if someone had just set them on fire while her stomach churned, not due to hunger, but because of the boy who stood in front of her.

"Hey, don't mention it." The sandy-haired boy slowly raised his right arm, bringing his hand against her cheek; he slowly started drawing small patterns on her scarred skin, causing Marg to lean into his hand by pressing her cheek against it.

"Newt -" Gathering as much courage as possible, Marg slowly opened her eyes, ready to tell the boy how she felt about him. Yet the forces of the universe seemed to be conspiring against her, as, when her eyes met his, Newt's calm demeanour was gone, a panicked one having taken its place.

"Marg, out of the way!" In less than a split second, Newt grabbed Margaret's waist and dragged her along with him as he jumped on his left, landing straight into the concrete beneath their feet. A thick layer of sand enveloped the two of them, causing the red-head's eyes to water and her sight to diminish as she let herself fall onto her back as her arm throbbed due to the fall. However, she wasn't given much time to rest, as the sound of two gun shots caught her attention. The cloud of sand prevented Marg from seeing anything apart from Newt's body as he let himself fall flat on his back, his left hand still clutching a smoking gun. Their breathing was laboured and, while hers was mainly due to the hit she had received thanks to the fall, Newt's seemed to be caused by the surge of adrenaline slowly leaving his body.

"Newt, Marg!" Minho's voice reached the red-head's ears, yet she only managed to groan in response. "What the hell...?" As the boy neared the duo laying on the floor, his shocked and worried expression was the first thing Marg noticed. Truth to be told, the girl didn't know what had just happened; all she knew was that she was pulled out of the way by Newt, who then proceeded to shoot at someone before letting himself fall onto the ground right next to her. Margaret knew as much as Minho, and she hated being in the dark. The sound caused by the gun must have been louder than what Margaret thought, as the thumping noise of several boots neared the trio.

"We heard gun sh-" Thomas, who was now, thankfully, very awake and aware of his surroundings, couldn't help but to look at Margaret and Newt before eyeing whoever had been on the other end of Newt's gun. "That's a dead crank." At the mention of the 'once-human-creature', Marg sat up as quickly as possible, while Minho helped Newt to do the same. "What happened? Are you guys okay?"

"We were talking when I saw that thing coming at Marg from behind." Newt seemed to have regained some control, as he pointed at the now visible crank laying lifeless on the pavement. "I pushed the two of us out of the way, but I had to kill it. I had to kill it before it hurt- " The sandy-haired boy's explanation was quickly interrupted by Teresa, causing Margaret to clench her teeth in anger. The more time she spent with the brunette, the more she became weary of her every move, of every single word that left her mouth.

"Were you bit, or scratched?" As Teresa took a step closer to the duo, who had just managed to stand up with the help of Minho and Aris, Margaret shot her hand out and stopped the brunette from coming any closer.

"No. We're fine. Why? Were you hoping we'd get mauled by one of those?" The red-head seethed as she pointed at the crank that was sporting a bullet-hole in the middle of its forehead. Everyone, including Brenda, who had joined the group of teens, kept looking from Teresa to Margaret, the former clearly fearful of the latter. While some members of the Group looked confused, Brenda seemed to share the same distrust as the red-head, as Margaret noticed a small smirk coming from the short-haired girl.

"What are you all doing? Want me to bring you some food for your reunion, niños? Let's get going!" Margaret immediately turned around, along with everyone else, only to see Jorge behind the wheel of a light blue car with buffalo horns tied on its front.

"Hold on a second." Marg was beyond confused, mostly due to the fact that Jorge looked like one of her former Survivors when they managed to find an animal that would have fed them for a week; the dark-skinned man was smiling as he tapped his fingers on top of the wheel.

"That's Bertha." Brenda announced as she stopped beside Margaret, a big smile on her face. "That's our ticket out of here." The short-haired girl made her way towards the car, sitting in one of the back seats. Every member of the Group seemed to be glued on the ground, held in place by an invisible force, as they waited for one of the Leaders to make a move.

"Well, apparently now they name their cars." Margaret exclaimed while throwing her arms in the air before securing her weapons onto her holster. The red-head started walking ahead of the others, only to notice that no one was following, causing her to groan in annoyance. She quickly twirled around, a hint of amusement visible in her eyes. "Scared of a vehicle?" Marg taunted with a playful smirk before walking backwards toward the car. "I can't remember much about cars, but I am pretty sure they don't bite." Her statement must have been heard by the two already sitting inside of the vehicle, as snickers came from behind her.

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   They'd been driving for hours, yet the fact that they had finally reached the rocky mountains was enough for some hope to spread throughout the red-head who was currently staring at their surroundings. She must have been lost in thought, for, when the car stopped, the teen had no idea why Jorge would just abandon the vehicle. What she had initially failed to notice, though, caused her to immediately place a hand on her gun; right ahead of them was a car graveyard. The narrow bit of road seemed to have been filled with abandoned, dusty cars on purpose, some dirtier than others.

"Well, I guess we're on foot." Jorge was the first to break the silence. As they slowly walked ahead, Margaret made sure that, whatever the outcome, she would have still been able to cover Aris and lead him to safety. It must have been a second, sixty useless seconds spent inspecting the surrounding vehicles, before a sudden gunshot sent the red-head on high alert.

"Down!" Without even thinking about it, Margaret threw Aris aside before taking cover alongside the boy behind a rusty, old car. "You hurt?" Her voice was barely audible over the rain of bullets that kept hitting the surface of the cars the Group was using as a shield. "Are you hurt?!" Marg knew they couldn't retaliate. She was skilled, true; but how many people were out there? How many armed and clearly skilled shooters? Taking cover was their only option so far. The scrawny boy next to her nodded and the red-head exhaled in relief.

"Is everyone okay out there?" As soon as the shooting stopped, Thomas voice echoed all around them. Margaret simply nodded at the brunette girl who, for once, seemed to show actual concern as she tried to take in hers and Aris' situation.

"We're fine!" Teresa yelled back in response. None of them dared to move an inch.

"Anyone know where these bloody shots came from?" Margaret would have recognised his accent anywhere, even after someone had just made it rain with bullets; Newt. The fact that the sandy-haired boy sounded more pissed off than anything else, caused the teen to smile in relief, as this was enough for her to know he hadn't been harmed.

"It's a fucking ambush. They can be anywhere, do - not - move!" Margaret tone was as authoritative as ever, enough for everyone to understand that the best thing to do was to actually listen to the scarred girl. However, someone must have gone rogue, that someone probably being Thomas, as a few shots followed the red-head's order, causing her to roll her eyes and throw her head backwards against the dusty car. "Idiot." The girl muttered under her breath, eliciting a small snort on behalf of her best friend.

"Everybody. Get set to sprint back to the truck." Margaret sent Aris a quick confused look due to Jorge's order, yet she was in no position to argue with the dark-skinned man. She knew he was anything if not resourceful and the fact that he had just told them to get back to their vehicle was enough for her to realise that the man had already concocted a plan. "And hold your ears." No sound followed Jorge's last command. Complete and utter silence fell, once again, upon the entire Group.

"Drop it." A feminine voice spoke from where Thomas and Jorge must have been hiding, yet Margaret couldn't move without giving away the spot where Aris was hiding.

"She said drop it." Another female voice followed the first one, along with the cock of a gun.

"On your feet, let's go." The first girl who spoke continued. Whatever followed, Margaret was sure of one thing above all else; she would have never let anything happen to anyone, especially not Aris or Newt. "Let's go! Move! Back up!" Orders to stand up quickly followed again, this time directed at Minho and Newt as they slowly stood up, hands raised in surrender, followed by each and every last one of them.

As everyone kept their hands up in surrender, Margaret's own legs faltered for a second, her own gun falling on the concrete as she felt her heart drop in her stomach. The red-head was painfully aware that everyone was staring at her, yet she did not care at all as she let a single tear fall onto her cheek, her mouth wide open in shock.

"This - This can't - How?" Margaret's voice wavered, as more tears started falling onto her cheeks. She couldn't care less about the dark-skinned girl who was holding a rifle in her direction as she took a step forward. "You -" The red-head would have chucked the current situation aside blaming it to the heath, if it wasn't for the fact that those she was staring at lowered their scarfs and stared at her with the same shocked expression she wore on her face.

"Shit. I fucking knew it!" A smirking Nancy exclaimed as she elbowed the boy Margaret never thought she'd ever see again, Levi.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

 I almost teared up while writing the scene where they took Levi. I am not gonna lie.

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