There was a weird smell in the party room, like incense. Multiple women were dancing in very revealing clothes. They all followed me with their eyes as I walked further into the party. It made me slightly uncomfortable.

Not even a minute later, it started to get harder for me to walk and have a clear vision of everything that was happening around me.
I ended up in the most crowded place in the room. The dance floor. The exact place I would never in my life want to be, no matter if I was drunk or not.

Some guy started dancing close to me. Too close. Disgusted I pushed him off of me and stumbled through the crowd, reminding myself of the fact I was looking for Newt and not for a party.

I flinched when I suddenly saw someone shooting a weird-looking man. His veins were black and I immediately recognized it as a Crank.

'This is funnnn!' The man who gave me the drink appeared in front of me, laughing annoyingly. I blinked a few times, trying to get the blurred dots out of my vision.

When I suddenly saw the back of a brown-haired boy his head, I rushed over to him. He looked a lot like Thomas. Just when I was about to tap his shoulder, someone pushed me aside. I looked at the person next to me and let out a scream.

Gally was standing there. His eyes and veins were black and he had the same gun in his hands from when he killed Chuck. A dark feeling washed over me, because of the thought of Chuck and because I realized the party wasn't just a normal party.

Panicked I tried to search for the boy I identified as Thomas again, but I couldn't find him. Someone turned around and faced me, just so I could let out another scream.

Jeff looked me in the eyes. Black liquid dropped out of his mouth and his veins were also black. A few minutes later I had seen visions of Clint, Zart, and Alby too. All of them were Cranks.

By that time tears were streaming down my face, probably just from the thought of all the boys. Everything else around me was blurred. My vision, my hearing, all of it. When a few more people bumped into me, I fell onto the ground, and slowly my vision turned black.

~

When I opened my eyes, the smell of incense was gone. So was the smoke and people partying. Daylight made me blink a few times before I could see clearly, and when I finally could, Newt hung right above me.

I sat up straight and Newt looked at me, worried. 'You okay?' He asked.

'Yeah.' My voice was hoarse. I rubbed my eyes and tried to get the sight of all the boys as Cranks of my vision. It was awful and it really hit me. When I had recovered I looked around.

Thomas got up from a couch and walked over to some grunts, Brenda sat on a couch and was also watching whatever happened in the room. Confused I got up and wanted to see what they were looking at.

To my surprise, the man who had handed me the drink was tied onto a chair. He looked more horrible than before. One of his eyes was black and blood flowed out of his mouth when Jorge punched him.

'Seriously, Nora? You go to a party without me?' Minho appeared next to me.

I smiled lightly and watched Jorge and the man.

'Listen. I don't enjoy hurting you.' Jorge said through his pants. 'Where is the Right Arm, Marcus?'

'Wait, this is Marcus?' Thomas asked.

'The kid catches on quick.' The man, Marcus apparently, replied.
How could I have been so stupid? This was Marcus?

'I know you know where they're hiding. So you tell me, and I'll make you a deal. You can come with us.'

Come with us? I thought. I don't need that disgusting man to come with us.

'I burned that bridge a long time ago.' Marcus grinned.

Newt stood next to me and grabbed my hand.

'Besides, I made my own deal. You're the one who taught me, never miss an opportunity.' Marcus said, stumbling over his words either because he seemed drunk or because of the punches Jorge had given him.

'What's he talking about?' Thomas questioned, frowning at Marcus.

'I'm talking about supply and demand. WICKED wants all the Immunes they can get. I help provide that for them. So I lure the kids in... they get drunk, they have a good time.'

What would've happened if the others didn't find me? Would I be at WICKED right now?

'And then, later, WICKED comes in... they separate the wheat from the chaff.' Marcus laughed annoyingly. He enjoyed the fact he helped WICKED take innocent kids.

'I changed my mind, hermano.' Jorge said through his teeth. 'I do enjoy hurting you.'
Suddenly he pushed the chair Marcus was on, so it landed on the ground. Marcus let out a grunt.

'Talk! Talk!' Jorge screamed as he grabbed the man his shirt.

'Okay! Jesus!' Marcus panicked by how violent Jorge suddenly turned.
'But I'm not making any promises. These guys like to move around. They have an outpost in the mountains. But it's a long way away. You got half of WICKED on your ass. You're never gonna make it.'

'Not on foot.' Jorge pulled Marcus back up and a grin appeared on his face.
'Where's Bertha?'

'Not... Bertha.' Marcus cried.