𝙍𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙂𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙏𝙖𝙡𝙠

The loud buzzing and sound of metal scraping against the cold metal floor, echos throughout the small cell as two guards step inside.

A stay tear slips out of the boy's blank and exhausted stare as he stays laying, staring at the wall beside him.

"Let's get him up."

An annoyed and agitated sigh leaves Minho's lips as the guards push him down into the cold metal chair, tightening the restraints harshly, as the boy keeps his heartbroken gaze set on the table in-front of him.

The glass doors to the small room, slide shut, a hiss sounding from the entrance as the two guards step out of the room-- leaving Minho to send the girl in front of him a deadly glare.

"Minho" Teresa begins in a soft tone, "Can you hear me?"

𝙐𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙪𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮.

Staying silent and keeping his gaze on the table infront of him, Minho doesn't respond to the girl. Pressing her lips together as her gaze softens, Teresa lets out a sigh.

"There's a little girl here. Her name is Shai Lun. She's been infected for three weeks now." Teresa pauses as she scans over the boy's face, looking for any sign of emotion. "But, Minho, you're going to save her. And you can save so many others. Everything we're doing here, it's working. Do you understand? That's why this is so important."

Keeping his angry orbs locked onto the table, Minho ignores the traitor, making the girl let out a sigh as her shoulders sag in defeat.

Shaking her head as she places her hands ontop of the cold table, Teresa pushes herself up to stand, looking back at the boy sitting silently. "I just wanted you to know." The girl whispers in defeat as she turns her body to leave.

Teresa stops in her tracks, having heard the boy barley whisper her name. Slowly turning her head back over to the boy, Teresa whispers "Minho?" Her eyebrows furrowing as she takes a step closer.

Bending down to get closer to her friend, Teresa whispers his name once again "Minho?" Hope filling the girl's voice as she scans over his blank stare.

Minho's dark and exhausted orbs snap to the girl-- less than a foot away from him, feeling nothing but pure anger surging through his entire body.

"You're a traitor!" Minho suddenly screams, jumping forward to grab onto the collar of Teresa's white coat, to slam her down on the table. "We trusted you!" The boy screams hoarsely into her face, his own turning beet red from the pure rage.

A small scream leaves Teresa's throat as her blue eyes widen in a mixture of fear and shock. Whimpers leave the girl as she tries to fight off the angered boy, seething above her. "Get off!" She tries, fighting to keep his hands away from her throat.

Snapping his eyes over to the door as a hiss sounds, Minho's eyes widen as two guards stomp into the small room.

"Hey, let her go!"

Feeling arms wrapping around his body, Minho instantly thrashes as he yells "Get off me! Get off me!"

Pushing herself to stand back up and brushing a strand of dark hair away from her face, Teresa's hurt and shocked blue orbs snap back over to the boy as the guards hold him back from attacking again.

"I'll kill you! You traitor!" Minho shouts, trying to push away from the two guards holding onto each side of his arms-- his face flushing a deep shade of red from the boiling anger in his chest.

"You killed them all!" The boy's voice trembles with rage as he screams at the girl, thrashing in the guard's gasps as they push him, face down onto the table below. "You killed her!!" Minho shouts louder, making Teresa flinch back as she looks around the small room, staggering back to leave.

Pained grunts sound from the boy as electricity spreads through his body, making him groan and twitch as the sharp pains cause his limbs to go numb.

Letting her head hit the wall behind her, Teresa breathes heavily as she tries to ignore the painful groans sounding from the room behind her.

Blinking her exhausted emeralds, Blake stares at the wall in front of her.

"Hey, you okay?" Brenda's soft voice startles the small brunette, making Blake quickly snap her exhausted gaze over to the older girl.

Standing in doorway with her arms crossed over her chest, Brenda looks to the obviously distraught girl sat at the table, drumming her dainty fingers against the cool wooden surface.

Only nodding her head slowly as she turns back around to stare blankly in-front of her, Blake's mind spirals as she tries not to think about everything going on in her life.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥?

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰?

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘕𝘦𝘸𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦?

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯? 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵, 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘢 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣..

Pressing her lips together to pull into a soft smile, the older girl unfolds her arms as she walks toward the younger brunette sat in a room, clearly lost in her thoughts.

"We're going to get him back." Brenda whispers as she pulls a chair out from the table, letting the metal scrape against the concrete below as she plops down next to her friend.

Shaking her head as she swallows a thick lump in her throat, Blake shifts her gaze to the older girl sat next to her, giving her an empathic smile.

"It's not just that, Bren." Blake fights the tears threatening to fall, ignoring the stinging in her eyes as she tries to keep strong.

"You can talk to me." Brenda whispers, turning her body to face the small brunette. "I know we got off on the wrong foot, but I'm always here for you. I know it must have been hard—not having another girl to talk to for so long...But I'm here to listen if you need to talk." The taller brunette cooes, softly. Eyes softening as she keeps her gaze on the younger girl, trying to keep herself together.

"It's everything." Blake manages to breathe out. "I can't take it anymore...Min is still being tortured by WCKD, someone I love is going through something that I can tell anyone about. I'm having mental breakdowns almost every five minutes..which I never used to do...and—"

"Thomas is gone to fetch Teresa.." Brenda finishes Blake's last words, watching as the small brunette nods her head slowly in confirmation.

"It's just so much at one time." Blake admits, voice cracking as she whispers. "I'm not this weak. I just don't know what is going on with me. Back in the glade..."

Blake pauses for a moment as she tries to stop herself from letting more tears fall. "I never used to cry this much. I mean—I did cry when someone would get banished...but now...it's like I don't even know who I am anymore."

"It's because you're human, Blake." Brenda spoke softly, gliding her hand to rest ontop of both of the smaller ones, busing themselves. "Do you even realize how strong you are?" The older girl pulls Blake's hands towards her, making the small brunette finally shift and meet Brenda's soft expression.

"Like you've said. It's everything all at once. I don't blame you for feeling this way, but you can't let yourself think like that. I couldn't have gone through what you did—what you are going through. You. Are. Not. Weak. You hear me?"

Pressing her lips together as she fights back the stinging sensation in her eyes, Blake nods her head slowly, letting the words sink in. "Thank you, Bren."

Brenda's lips pull into a soft smile as she suddenly speaks up, trying to change the subject into something lighter.

"And Thomas?" Brenda whispers, letting the annoyance slip through her voice at the mention of the boy's name. "Why is he being so sassy?"

Rolling her eyes as she straightens her posture, Blake chuckles softly. "I have no idea." The small brunette shakes her head.

"Is it because of your little make-out session in the hallway?" Brenda asks, raising an eyebrow as a sly smirk tugs up on her lips. "That's it. He's frustrated huh?"

Letting her mouth almost drop to the ground below them, Blake gawks at the older girl sat next to her with an amused expression over her face. "Wha—"

Rolling her head to the side dramatically, Brenda scoffs as she crosses her arms over her chest. "Oh come on Blake, don't act like nobody knew what y'all were doing in the hallway."

Wide emeralds stare at the girl in utter shock. "I didn't think..."

"Yeah, we all saw..." Brenda chuckles as Blake feels needles prickling her neck, making the girl's cheeks blush a new shade of red.

"—And you're still worried about Teresa?" Brenda jokes, raising an eyebrow as she tilts her head down to shoot Blake a look.

"Yeah—I mean..."

Letting her mouth fall open as she rolls her dark brown orbs in disbelief, Brenda chuckles as she unfolds her arms to grab a cup of water sitting on the table. "Stop it, B." The older girl scolds playfully as she points her cup ridden finger towards the smaller girl. "She doesn't have anything on you.." Brenda laughs as she raises the cup up to her lips to take a sip, swallowing the liquid down as she looks to a laughing Blake.

"And have you even seen the way he looks at you?" Brenda questions, letting one side of her lips tug into a smirk as Blake rolls her eyes.

"Not really, no? How does he look at me?" Blake asks, voice coming out bubbly as she feels her old self starting to resurface.

"Seriously?" Brenda scoffs, letting out a small chuckle before continuing. "You don't see the way he looks at you—like your his whole world? —Or how he's practically undressing you with his eyes? I really don't know whether he wants to finally tell you or fuck you into oblivion."

Furrowing her eyebrows as her shoulders start to shake from the sudden laughter escaping from her chest, Blake's face scrunches. "What?" The girl chuckles in disbelief. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦?

"Don't play dumb" Brenda laughs. 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬.

"Wait you're being serious?" Blake questions, face falling into a more serious expression as her eyes widen.

Letting her mouth fall open once again, Brenda looks to the younger girl in pure disbelief. "Blake...you aren't serious..." 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘵...𝘸𝘰𝘸

"What?" Blake questions in a squeak, wanting to urge the older girl into telling her more. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵?

"Oh. my. god." Brenda scoffs "You two are so obvious. Just fuck his brains out already and tell him how you feel."

Emerald orbs widen as shock floods through her body, making her heart start to beat out of her chest as Blake gawks at the girl sat in-front of her.

"Well, this is definitely not something I wanted to hear today." A masculine voice cuts through the air, making both girls jump in their seats.

"What do you need, Gally?" Brenda questions, quirking an eyebrow at the taller boy as he leans against the doorframe, with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Thomas should be back in a few minutes, thought you two would want to join in on the interrogation." Gally says cutting through the awkward silence.

"Are you kidding?" Blake scoffs, a playful smirk pulling onto her lips. "I for sure don't want to miss this. I made her a promise." The small girl's smirk only grows as she pushes herself up to stand.

Furrowing his eyebrows at the small girl, Gally asks "What promise? I thought you hated her?" The boy shook his head slightly as he unfolded his arms and stood upright.

"Don't worry about me, Gal pal. Just worry about your eyebrows." Blake mischievously grins as Brenda pushes herself to stand beside the small girl, shooting her an amused grin as she looks between Gally and Blake, giggling.

Rolling his eyes as he sends the small girl a glare, Gally lets Brenda pass by him in the doorway, keeping his gaze towards the room as Blake steps beside him, making him snap his gaze down to the small girl.

"I hate what you did and for the longest I hated you..." Blake's voice came out dry and flat as she looked up to the taller boy holding his breath.

"But that was in the past and we were all on edge. I know you wouldn't have hurt a hair on Chuck's head if you were in your right mind." Blake continued as Gally's heart sped up. "We were all terrified, going into the unknown...look, I just want to say that I forgive you..." The small brunette spoke softly as she stepped away from the taller boy. "Thomas will eventually, but it's going to take time and trust. Just don't fuck it up this time." Blake smiles as she finishes getting the weight off her chest.

If she was going to save Minho, she needed to have her head in the game and not be distracted by random thoughts swirling around in the back of her mind.

Forgiving Gally was a hard thing to do, but after she thought about it for awhile, Newt was right.

Gally wasn't in his right mind. He was stung.

Sure, he might've almost killed her and taken her hostage, but he was poisoned and terrified.

They all were.

If that's what it took for Blake to get her old self back, then so be it. There are more serious matters to attend to right now, and the boy is clearly trying his best to help and make up for what he did. He knew what he did was wrong, but he had no control.

Feeling his heart swell with joy, Gally smile softens as he looks to the small girl. "Thank you, Blake." The taller boy whispers, relief flooding his chest as Blake shoots him a cocky smile.

"Now, go do what you're best at...and piss this 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝 of a 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧 off. I want to grant her my promise." Blake grins as she starts to walk away from the boy, leaving him to shake his head as her footsteps echo down the hallway.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦. Gally smiles as he shakes his head again.

"You know—you make a lot of threats for someone who is short and can't even do a push-up." Gally yells out to the small girl, making the two chuckle as they reminisce the old days of constant bickering.

𝘼/𝙉:

𝙃𝙚𝙮 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨!

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙄 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙙.

𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.
𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚.
𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨?

𝙋𝙡𝙪𝙨, 𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠.
𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙥 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙤. 🥺
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣.

𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮'𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 🫶🏼

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙨

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