𝙁𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 swung open, screeching against the tile as a familiar guard's footsteps padded into the small cell.

"A3–"

Blake sighed in annoyance, knowing exactly what he was going to say next. "To your feet." She interrupted, dryly cut the guard off. "I know, Bob."

The small brunette rolled her eyes before pulling her feet off of the wall above her, spinning around as she now sat upright—glaring at the guard.

"Do I need to use force?" The guard questioned, not bothering to correct the girl—knowing she didn't care and meant to say the wrong name as an insult.

Blake shook her head in response as she now pushed her hands against her thighs to stand, wincing at the dull aches and pains shooting through her small body.

Step by step, the girl slowly made her way over to the guard, shuffling her feet as she planted her boots down onto the tile floor.

A hand shot out, grasping the girl's small bicep tightly as she neared. "Janson must have finally beat the fight out of you." The guard laughed as he led the girl out of the cell.

Blake rolled her eyes again in annoyance, opening her mouth to sass the guard back but stopped when the sounds of numerous cell doors screeching against tile caught her attention.

Teenagers all piled out of the cells next to and across from the girl as she continued walking along with the guard.

𝘕𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴.

A tight grasp on both sides of Blake's biceps made the girl clench her jaw, wanting nothing more than to pummel the idiots into the grainy sand below.

Large and rusty shipping containers lined down the side of the girl as she walked to a group of teenagers grouped together—all having guards attached by them to make sure nobody escaped.

A beep comes from a device in a guard's hands, scanning a boy's neck, as Blake and the two guards walk closer.

"G7" A man calls out to a woman standing off to the side—holding a clipboard in her hands, writing the subject identification down.

The guard then walks forward to scan Blake's neck, nodding to one of the men on the side of the girl to make her cooperate.

Blake winces as their grips tighten on her arms before her emerald orbs widen slightly, catching a figure moving—in the corner of her eye.

Quickly snapping her gaze to the figure, Blake's heart pounds against her chest as she watches her best friend being led away.

"Min" Blake calls out, voice cracking a little from the screaming.

"Min" The girl yells louder, trying to gain the attention of her best friend—but the boy only keeps his exhausted gaze forward, not having heard the girl's voice calling for him.

"Min!" Blake shouts again, voice raspy as she tries to pull the guards with her to see her best friend.

A sudden figure moves in front of the girl's path as she tries to rip the guard's hands off of her. Blake's shoulders stiffened as the man sent the girl a cocky smile.

"Don't try anything" Janson warned

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬. The girl cussed in her head as her emerald orbs hardened into an intense glare. Trailing her burning gaze around the rat man's face as he stood in front of her.

Blake pressed her lips together as she looked at him, feeling the rage flowing through her veins.

The small girl finally had enough and threw her already pounding head forward—into Janson's, effectively hurting the older man as he let out a pained grunt and stumbled back.

The small girl then turned to her right and threw her elbow into the guard's ribs, making the man double over in pain.

Whipping her head back and spinning to the other guard, Blake lets her free hand rear back and collide with the side of the last guard's face—effectively knocking him unconscious as surrounding guards notice the commotion. Shouts filled the air as they left some of the kids unattended.

Blake's eyes widened as she whipped her head in all different directions, watching as guards started to make their way over to the fuming girl.

So, the small brunette did what she does best—the only thing she knew to do...

𝙍𝙪𝙣.

Blake quickly kicked her feet into a sprint as she made a break for it, pumping her arms and legs to push her small frame faster. Small combat boots kicked into the yellow grain below her as she pushed herself to freedom.

The only thing on her mind was to get to Thomas and let him and the others know where WCKD planned on transferring the kids.

Blake knew she had no chance to save Minho, Aris, and Sonya. Guards would stop her before she could.

So, she made the split second decision to leave her friends behind.

Thomas had what's left of the right arm on his side, and Blake knew that. Her chances of getting to the boy she loved, by herself, were greater than devising a plan to help all of the kids and get her friends out on her own.

She couldn't do it alone.

Blake needed help.

Since she had been fighting back, WCKD upped security on her. They always had two guards on the girl at all times—watching her every move.

Blake knew she had to get to Thomas.

𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚. She had to save her friends.

Just as Blake nears the end of the shipping containers—a sudden familiar tingle shoots through her body.

𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒. Blake cussed in her head as her body fell into the corse grain below her. The small brunette winces, letting a whimper leave her cracked lips as tears start to cloud her vision.

𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵.

Blake's heart sank into the bottom of her stomach as she squeezed her eyes shut, pushing through the disappointment and pain wracking her body.

Emerald orbs snapped open when a figure blocked the bright sun above her.

Almost rolling her eyes into the back of her head, Blake's face contorted into a scowl at the shape of the shadow looming over her—knowing exactly who it belonged to.

"Nice try, Blake." Janson smirked down at the paralyzed girl below him.

Blake swallowed a lump in her throat before spitting out the sand collected in her mouth.

"Can't blame me for trying."