𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙤𝙧

𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 awkward eye contact as Thomas lowers himself to sit down right next to Blake, the boy sends her a soft smile before turning his head back to the girl sat in-front of them.

Emerald orbs narrow as the small brunette's mouth turns into a mischievous smirk, silently watching as Gally rips the cloth bag from over Teresa's head.

Teresa instantly panics, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she surveys the room around her—quickly noticing that the room is filled with almost everyone she betrayed.

Wide blue orbs quickly snap from Thomas to Blake in shock, making the girl's blood run cold as Blake cocks her head to side with a small smirk.

Giving Teresa a small and painfully slow wave of her fingers, Blake taunts the girl from afar, watching with a glint in her eye as Teresa shakes away the shiver rolling down her spine.

'𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦—𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥.' Blake's threat echos in the back of Teresa's mind, making the girl's heart rate shoot through the roof.

Shifting her fear-filled blue orbs from the small brunette over to the taller boy, now leaned against the table, Teresa's eyebrows furrow.

"Gally?" Teresa questions, her blue orbs widening in utter shock and disbelief, not knowing how the hell the boy is still alive.

"Here's how this is gonna go." Gally cuts the girl off, ignoring her obvious confusion. "We're gonna ask you some questions, and you're gonna tell us exactly what we need to know." The taller boy pauses as he pushes himself off of the table to stand, quirking an eyebrow at the girl.

"We'll start off simple. Where's Minho?" Gally quizzes, reaching his hand out to the side as he grabs onto a chair.

"You guys don't seriously think..."

A loud thud echos through the room as Gally interrupts the girl, slamming a chair down to sit right in-front of her. Plopping himself down to sit towards the back of the chair, Gally folds his arms over the top of the seat.

"Don't look at him.." Gally says, drawing Teresa's attention back onto the taller boy. "Why are you looking at him?"

Emerald orbs almost roll into the back of her head as Blake looks over to Brenda, chuckling a little as the other girl sports the same annoyed expression.

"Look at me" Gally orders, making Teresa's body tense up. "He's not gonna help you."

Tapping her foot impatiently, Blake's emeralds burn into Teresa's skull as Gally attempts to find out Minho's whereabouts. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴—𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥.

"Now, we know you have Minho in the building. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚?" Gally asks harshly, making Teresa slightly flinch back as she fiddles with her hands, clearly nervous.

"He's with the others in holding."

Blake chuckles as she throws her head back, letting out a scoff. "Thank you captain obvious." The girl intones, throwing her head back down as Teresa sends the small brunette a glare from over Gally's shoulder.

"Sub level three." Teresa answers, continuing to send the clearly agitated small brunette a glare.

"How many others?" Newt asks

"Twenty eight." Teresa answers again, voice shaking as she switches her gaze from Blake, to Newt sitting behind the irritating small brunette.

Thomas sighs as he looks over to Brenda, waiting for an answer.

Setting her card down as Brenda and Jorge pause their game of cards, the girl nods her head. "I can make that work."

Shaking her head as her blue orbs widen upon realization, Teresa attempts to change their minds. "No, no. You guys don't understand...the whole level's restricted. You can't get in without a thumbprint ID."

"That's why you're gonna come with us." Thomas says, making Blake roll her eyes.

"Well, I don't know." Gally speaks up, voice cheerful as he continues. "We don't necessarily need her." The boy says as he reaches out and spins the wooden chair around to lean it back up against the wall. "Right?"

Knowing exactly where the boy is going with the idea, Blake's lips tug into a smirk as she reaches for her waistband, slowly pulling out her switchblade.

Twirling the blade between her dainty fingers the small brunette leans forward, resting her elbows on-top of her knees.

"Not all of her" Gally continues, glancing down to the small brunette below, itching to get her revenge. "We just need her finger."

Snapping her emerald orbs back up to the terrified traitor, Blake sends Teresa a smirk. Pushing herself up to stand, Gally steps out of her way with a small smile resting on his lips.

"Blake, Gally—back off." Thomas' voice cuts through the air, shooting a pang through Blake's heart as the small brunette feels her body freeze up.

"What are you squeamish?" Gally scoffs, his eyebrows furrowing as he looks back over his shoulder to Thomas.

Watching as Thomas shifts awkwardly in his seat, feeling Blake's hardened gaze on him, the small brunette scoffs. "That sounds more like a you problem." Blake spoke coldly, ignoring Thomas' burning gaze.

"I guarantee you she's done a lot worse to Minho." Gally continues, pointing towards Teresa, who keeps her eyes shut tightly.

"She has." Blake's flat tone cuts through the air, making heads turn to the girl as she continues on. "What?—" The small brunette questions, cocking her head to the side as she maintains eye contact with Teresa's nervous and guilty form.

"You don't think I remember being tortured for six months straight?—Watching you become bffs with Janson as he made me into his personal pin cushion?" Blake' voice trembles with rage as she stalks toward their hostage. "As soon as we're done with you...I'm going to fulfill that promise I made."

"Okay, you know what? Why don't we just chill out." Newt's voice echos through the room, making Blake stop feet away from Teresa.

"That's not the plan." Thomas shakes his head as Blake steps out of his way. Nodding her head and pressing her lips together in agitation. Blake backtracks to her spot, continuing to toy with her blade as she leans against the table.

"It won't make a difference." Teresa shakes her head swallowing a lump in her throat as she tries to ignore Blake's threat. "Do whatever you want to me."

A sharp thump echos throughout the room as everyone jumps in their seats, quickly whipping their heads around to the sudden noise.

Blake let's out an angry sigh as she looks between the numerous pairs of eyes trained on her and the knife wedged into the wooden table beside her.

The small brunette's blood boils as Thomas sends her a pleading gaze, knowing he was begging her not to kill Teresa right then and there. Whiskey orbs burn into emerald green for a split second, letting his eyes soften a bit, before turning his attention back to the traitor.

"Y-you still won't get through the front door." Teresa says, catching all of the group's attention as she shifts uncomfortably in her seat. "The sensors will pick you up the..."

"We know, we're tagged." Thomas cuts the girl off, coldly. Slowly stepping closer to Teresa, Thomas bends down to her level. "Property of WCKD." The boy presses his lips together, not being able to hide the anguish flickering over his features.

An annoyed sigh leaves Blake's lips as she looks over her shoulder. Once again connecting her gaze to Brenda's, Blake hangs her head low to give the girl a pointed look—gesturing to the two staring at each other for longer than she'd like.

"You're gonna help us with that, too." Thomas whispers, lifting a small blade up as Teresa's blue orbs widen.

"I'm sorry, Blake." Teresa whispers, watching as the small brunette wraps her fingers around her hair to pull her brown locks over to the side of her shoulder.

Blake chuckles coldly as she plops down into the seat, wanting nothing more than to make the girl behind her shut her mouth.

"I'm going to break your jaw if you keep talking." Blake threatens, her voice coming out a little hoarse and raspy as she shakes her head. "I don't want to hear it."

Feeling Teresa shifting around behind her, Blake shifts her gaze to Thomas leaning against the wall. His muscular arms are fold over his broad chest as he keeps his gaze trained on Gally, dabbing the blood off of his neck.

A sudden sharp prick on the back of Blake's neck makes her slightly flinch, gritting her teeth as her eyes squeeze shut—trying to keep the anger from rising.

"I'm not sorry." Teresa admits, making the small brunette's jaw tick as her nerves start to rise again. "I did what I thought was best—what is best for the future generations."

"There won't be." Blake winces, clenching her teeth together harder as Teresa digs into her neck. "Not with what you idiots are doing. There won't be any future generations left."

A sudden small yelp echos through the small room as Blake's hand immediately flies to the back of her neck.

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘽𝙄𝙏𝘾𝙃—

"All done." Teresa quips, slamming a small squared cloth to the back of the small brunette's neck.

"What the hell did you do?" Thomas asks, anger flickering in his voice as he stomps over to the two girls.

"I-I.. uh..accidentally cut her." Teresa stutters, panicking as she looks between Thomas and Blake. "I didn't mean to." The girl lies through her teeth, trying not to dig herself a deeper hole.

"Bullshit, you didn't." Blake snaps, keeping her hand on the cloth as she stands.

Squeezing her eyes shut as she tries to regain control of the rage pulsing through her small body, Blake suddenly snaps her eyes open to Brenda's hands landing on her shoulders.

Guiding the small girl away from potentially committing murder, Brenda whispers in her ear "She's not worth it. Just breathe, okay."

"I'm trying, Bren." Blake whispers as her heart starts to slow its frantic pace, letting Brenda lead her to sit down at the table.

A hushed whisper catches Blake's ear, making the small girl quickly turn to see Thomas and Teresa quietly arguing.

"She enjoyed that." Gally scoffs, taking the bloody rag away from his neck to throw it down onto the table in-front of him.

"Damn right, she did." Blake agrees, burning holes into the side of Teresa's skull.

"Here, see if these fit." Newt cuts through the tension, making Gally and Blake both flinch back as the blond tosses each of the two black clothing.

"What this?" Blake asks, setting her bloody rag down onto the table.

"Our way in, Blakely." Newt tries to lighten the mood as he sends the girl a soft, but cocky smile.

Blue orbs follow Brenda as the girl jogs out of the room, making Teresa furrow her eyebrows in confusion as she continues working.

"She's looking good. Healthy." Teresa presses her lips together as she turns back towards Thomas. "How've you been getting her serum?"

"What are you talking about?" Thomas questions, shaking his head as his eyebrows furrow.

A sigh leaves Teresa's lips "Brenda." She breathes out "I didn't think she'd still be alive. When was her last treatment?"

"At the right arm?" Thomas almost questions, not knowing when else she would have gotten it. "Last time we saw you."

Teresa's eyes widen as she pauses for a second. "But that was months ago?"

Feeling a sudden sharp prick on his neck, Thomas whips around, the wooden chair scraping against the ground beneath as he sends the girl a glare.

"Thomas, that's not possible." Teresa gapes, remaining frozen in place. "She should have turned by now."

Narrowing his whiskey colored orbs at the girl, Thomas shakes his head as Teresa continues her nonsense. "There's no way she could possibly still..."

"Alright, that's enough." Thomas suddenly jumps out of his chair, making more noise sound through the room as Teresa stares at the boy in shock.

Pushing herself to stand up quickly, Teresa chases after Thomas as he stomps away, angrily.

"You don't believe me?" She questions, making Thomas stop to whip back around and face her.

"Do you really expect me to?" Thomas' body stiffens, taking a few steps forward as he glares at the girl.

"Everything okay over here?" Gally questions, coming to stand behind Thomas, as he and Teresa continue exchanging glares.

"Yeah" Thomas blinks "Yeah, we're done."

Quickly turning on his heel to leave, Thomas walks off, leaving a saddened Teresa behind to stay frozen in place. Blue orbs follow the boy as he walks away. Turning to look over her shoulder, Teresa reaches her hand out, slowly—aiming for an object laid on the table beside her.

Suddenly, another hand grasps onto hers tightly—effectively stopping her from latching onto the knife inches away from her fingers.

"Nice try." Gally cocks his head, glaring daggers into the wide blue orbs staring back at him.

Roughly pulling her hand that rests in his grasp, Gally tugs the girl forward and tugs her along to walk with him. As the two walk away, Teresa pulls the bloodied cloth laid upon on the table and slides it in her pocket.

"Where's Blake?" Thomas asks, reaching for the black holster laying on-top of the table.

"Changing." Brenda answers dryly, fiddling with the pistol resting in her hands.

"You liked her at one point didn't you?" Brenda questions after a moment of silence, nodding to the traitor Gally leads away.

Thomas lets out a sigh as he clicks the holster into place. "No, I don't think so." The boy shakes his head, reaching for the jacket laying down on the wooden table.

"Just be careful. You sorta have this problem." Brenda starts as she keeps her eyes trained on the pistol.

"—Where you can't walk away from people, even when you should." Brenda whispers the last part as she slides the clip in, making a click pop through the air as she finally looks up to Thomas—throwing the jacket over his shoulders with a frown.

"There's someone better." Brenda breaks through the silence, pressing her lips together tightly as she maintains eye contact with the boy next to her.

"Someone that has stuck by your side through everything." The girl continues as she offers the gun.

Reaching out to take the weapon from her hands, Thomas sighs as the girl quickly retracts the gun out of his reach.

"Someone who is in love with you and would do anything for you." Brenda continues, shaking her head as Thomas' eyebrows slowly start to relax.

"—but you can't see past your obsession." Brenda says, waiting after a long pause to hand Thomas the gun again—finally letting the cold metal rest in his hands.

"Just don't fuck it up this time or I'll steal her for myself." Brenda sends the boy a cocky smirk, watching as his gaze turns into a glare before walking off without another word.