REDEMPTION.
[ chapter nine ]

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AT HIS CALL, Newt runs to his side, watching as Evelyn sprints towards a man, skidding low between his legs and jumping up behind him, sending an electric charge into his spine and he falls flat on his face.

A second later, and she whirls around, dropping her empty gun and pulling her knife swiftly from her waistband to bury it in a man's chest as he attempts to tackle her. He gags for a moment, before collapsing at her feet and she quickly pulls her weapon from his chest, blood seeping from the blade. Another guard makes a b-line for her, his bullets hitting everything else but her as she runs to meet him, her hands curling around his head to slam it into her knee causing him to fall unconscious in her arms.

She twists his body around and holds him against her as she advances on another group of guards, all of their bullets burying themselves in the guard pressed against her chest. While moving forward, she grabs her pistol from the holster on her leg and fires towards each men lined up waiting for her at the end of the corridor. Three collapse as the bullets fly into their hearts, and others yell in pain as the metal digs into their flesh.

Once she's close enough to a lone guard, she throws the man she's holding into him, sending them both crashing through a glass window.

Behind her, she can hear Thomas shouting her name while he fires his own bullets at a different group of guards, but she ignores him completely as she swings her leg into a guard's ankles, causing his head to smack against the tiled floor. She fires a bullet into his back, making him go limp before she effortlessly throws her knife into a man's chest without bothering to look in his direction. She hears him crash to the floor and then she comes a stop in the middle of the hallway, her face smeared with blood droplets and she pants breathlessly, glancing around at the many deceased men at her feet.

Continuing to ignore Thomas, she strolls over to the guard and rips her knife from his chest, sliding the bloodied weapon back into her waistband before finally turning to look over at Thomas and Newt, who are staring at her in astonishment. She steps over the bodies without a care in the world, tilting her head as she comes to a stop in front of the two boys.

"What?" She breaths roughly.

Before either of them can reply, a yell causes them all to dash around a corner and press their bodies against a wall. Newt fumbles with his a guard's body while Thomas complains about his ammo shortage.

"Get back!" The blonde yells, rolling an electric charge bomb along the floor towards the group of guards. It blows before any of them can react and they all collapse to the ground in a heap.

Thomas smirks, patting Newt's chest, "Nice. Alright, let's go. Go!"

Evelyn skids around a corner, her arms flying out from her sides to stop the two boys from running any further as another guard stands in front of them.

"Freeze!" He calls, "Get down on the ground. Now! I said get—"

A body slams into his, and the guard is shoved against the wall by a man before he's whipped around and thrown through a window. The man lets out a loud yell of triumph, while his head rises to meet Eve's eyes.

That's when she realises. He isn't just any man. He's Minho.

She's the first to dash forward and wrap her arms around her best friend's frail body and he returns it eagerly, before Thomas and Newt cover them both with their arms as well, engulfing Evelyn in the middle of a group hug.

Minho and Evelyn had never even actually smiled at one other seriously, let alone hug each other happily. Later on, this moment will never be mentioned in passing conversation again.

Pulling away, Evelyn let's out a small laugh, a tear running down her cheek as she looks up at her best friend's face.

He smiles down at her, "Is— Is this real?"

She nods enthusiastically.

His bright smiles drops into a teasing smirk, "You just hugged me."

Her face falls flat, and she wipes the tear away while rolling her eyes, "Way to ruin the moment."

A shot rattles over her head and Thomas let's out a yell, grabbing her quickly and leading them down another hallway, shouts from more guards filling their ears as they attempt to find an escape route. They get cut off once more, and Evelyn rams her shoulder roughly into a locked door, smashing it open and the four of them rush inside quickly, locking the door behind.

They hear struggles and the door moves slightly as Janson pounds his fists against the thick metal. With the back of her hand, Evelyn wipes her forehead free of blood and sweat before stepping forward to help Minho pull a table in front of the door.

"What the hell happened to you?" He asks as they shove a set of shelves onto its side.

She sighs, shaking her head and she steps back slightly, "Had to let my anger out somehow. WCKD guards are a great form of therapy."

As a drill begins to sound, they all turn to face the door, watching as sparks fly through the small crack. Evelyn let's out a low curse, and Minho hums in agreement.

"Any ideas?" He calls.

Thomas whirls around, glancing out of the window. He faces his friends once more, mouth agape, "Maybe."

The next second, him and Minho are throwing an oxygen tank against of the thin window with as much strength as possible, causing the metal tin to shatter the glass immediately and plummet into the small pool below.

Evelyn watches as it falls, her face screwing up into a grimace at the distance.

"It's doable," Thomas pants, peering over the edge, "Just, uh, need a little running start."

Hearing another one of Janson's yells through the door, Evelyn is the first to step away, rolling her shoulders as she mutters, "Fuck this."

Before any of this have time to react, she's sprinting towards the hole in the window and jumping through it while a low yell breaks through her throat. Thomas rushes to the edge, his eyes wide as he roars her name while she crashes towards the water.

"Are you sure about this, Thomas?" Minho asks calmly, not seeming to care about Evelyn.

Swallowing thickly, while praying Eve isn't a splattered mess below as he steps back, Thomas mutters, "Urm. Not really."

Minho gawks at him for a second, "Nice pep talk."

Newt breaths, "Yeah, we're all bloody inspired."

Behind them, the door is flung open and Thomas is already pulling his two friends out of the window.

Panting in the pool below, Evelyn pushes her hair from her face as she looks up to see the three boys plummet down towards her. Minho screams loudly, while Newt's legs kick around in the air and she knows that Thomas is cursing furiously at himself while his eyes are squeezed closed.

They crash into the water and she smirks slightly as they bob back up, but her eyes wander up to where they exited from, noticing a certain man staring right back into her eyes. Her jaw clenches, and she raises her arm, waving at him sarcastically but the smirk on her lips never disappears.

"Eve?" Thomas calls quickly as soon as he breaks the water, his head whipping back and forth in search for her. His eyes land on her, and he breaths a sigh of relief as he swims over to her, his hands raising to cup her cheeks, "Eve, you okay? Why the fuck did you jump so early?"

Rolling her eyes, she runs her gloved hands over her dripping face, causing his hands to drop, "Why did you jump so late?"

She swirls her body around and pulls herself up out of the pool before turning again to aid Newt as he groans lowly, his hands clutching at her arm desperately as he stands beside her.

Thomas places himself beside them, watching Newt carefully as another cough rocks his body. The sound of guns cocking, causes Thomas to slide in front of Evelyn, his hands held out at his sides, warning them to not make another move. If she wasn't clutching to Newt, Eve would move beside him.

"Oh," Thomas scoffs, "You gotta be kidding me."

"You four! Don't move!" A guard roars, "Take it easy. Girl, you step away from them and raise your hands into the air."

Evelyn's head tilts.

Thomas' eyebrows furrow, "Wha—"

"GIRL!" The man shouts, motions with his gun towards Eve, "Step away from them and hold your hands up!"

She narrows her eyes but remains still, her grip on Newt tightening slightly.

"MOV—"

Before he has a chance to finish his sentence, electric charges are fired into the four of the guard's chest, leaving one remained standing. As Evelyn studies him closely, he's quick to remove his mask and she lets out a soft sigh.

"You're all crazy," Gally mutters, shaking his head.

Minho's jaw drops, "Gally?"

Gally nods, "Minho."

"You wouldn't happen to know why they singled me out, would you?" Evelyn asks, stepping out from behind Thomas and resting Newt against Minho, "What the fuck have I done?"

"You killed a lot of their men, Eve, singlehandedly," He explains, throwing his mask to the floor before turning and walking away, "Janson's warned every single one of his soldiers about you."

Rolling her jaw, Eve hums as she walks by his side, "Of course he fucking has."

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authors note
i'm shit at writing action sequences but hope you lot enjoyed eve's little badass moment 😋