I took the chance. I knew it was a risk. I know Minho would pay for it. I knew I would pay dearly for it. But I yelled the warning. Hoping that someone in the Right Arm camp was watching.

Janson had lost it. Minho started screaming in my ear. And the last thing I remembered was something solid slamming into the side of my head.

•×•

I woke up with a groan. My head was pounding and I had something dried and cacked to my head. I was back in my room, tossed onto the bed. Slowly and cautiously I pushed myself up to sit. My head was dizzy and my stomach turned. There was dried blood all over the white sheets. Clearly they tossed me in here and left me. I had no idea how long I was out. The blood was dried. So I assumed I was out for a while.

Cautiously I pushed myself to the edge of the bed and got up. My legs were shaky, but I wobbled my way over to the small bathroom. I did my best to wash the blood out of my hair in the little sink. There was a set of clean clothes, again the standard white cotton pants and white shirt stamped with WICKED.

I changed. And started my way back to the bed when there was a loud scream that broke through the quiet of my cell. It was so sudden, and scared me so bad my legs gave out and I collapsed to the floor. The screaming stopped and a sore tired voice screamed for help.

"Jess! Help! Help me!"

"Minho!" I cried. I got to my feet, spinning in circles. I didn't know where it was coming from. I was alone in my cell.

The screaming continued. Minho screamed and cried for help. His voice a mix of incredible pain and pure raw fear.

The screaming changed. It was female. Screaming, shrieking and crying out for help.

"Sonya!" I sobbed.

I ran to the bars of my cell, but I slammed into something solid. There was some kind of clear invisible wall that was just in front of the bars. The screaming continued; screaming, crying for help, sobbing, pleading for the pain and suffering to end.

There were more voices now. I could recognize Minho and Sonya, Harriet, Newt, Thomas, Jason, Aris, Frypan, Jorge, Ann even Sammy.

Everyone I cared about, they were all screaming for help and I could do nothing. I was stuck in a cell, alone. I was beaten and bruised, helpless and feeling hopeless. I screamed and cried, beating on the invisible wall. I cut open the side of my fist, smearing blood down the wall as I slid down, giving up. I crumpled into a ball, clamping my hands over my ears. I screamed and cried. For the first time I sobbed and pleaded for it to stop.

It didn't. It went on for hours. I eventually went into shock. My eyes not seeing, my ears not hearing. My brain couldn't process much. I was curled in on my self rocking back and forth. I couldn't tell anymore if the screaming was still from them or me or just in my head. I stared at nothing. I had no more tears left. My voice was gone, I could taste the blood from screaming. My entire body shook.

Someone at some point came. They squared down beside me.

"Jessie. Come on. It's over. It's all over." They pride my hands away from my ears.

"They have him...they have Minho. They have him..." I continued to whisper.

"They can't have him, I'm here."

"Minho. They have him." I repeated. My eyes clamped shut I shook my head. I could hear his voice, but it wasn't..it couldn't be. It didn't make sense.

"Jessie. I'm right here."

"No they have him...they have Minho." I continued to whisper, shaking my head.

"Come on, Jessie. It's over. It's all over." He continued to say. It was his voice, but...there was something off about it. Something not quite right.

"You did good Jessie. A lot of amazing results."

"...Minho...they have him..."

"All done that now Jessie. Come on."

I was on my feet and being forced back to the bed. I collapsed and lay panting, covered in cold sweat. My body shivered in the cold cell.

"Jessie." Minho said. A hand laid on my side, I flinched. My body remembering the pain from the last time someone touched me there.

There was a sharp pinch in my neck. And I felt ice cold liquid enter my blood stream. I yelped in pain as a sharp stabbing started at the base of my skull and traveled to the front behind my eyes. My mind was being ripped apart again. Piece by piece it was being shredded.

"Why....why Minho...." I whimpered in-between the pain.

"Because. WICKED is good. And your evil. You deserve this, don't you." Minho hissed in my ear.

I cried harder. I was evil. And I deserved it all.

•×•

Right Arm:
Thomas cried out in frustration, threw his arms in the air. He spun from the table and walked away to the back wall. The meeting room had grown tense and quiet. Every eye watched Thomas storm to the wall.

"How can say that?" He bellowed as he spun back around. "We have a date and we know their being moved. You said you trusted this informant! So why cold feet now? It's literally tomorrow!"

"Look kid." Laurence said, narrowing his eyes and pointing a finger at him. "I've been in this business a lot longer than you-"

"Don't give me that shit. You have no idea the abuse we all went through, what some of us are still going through. If you want out, then sit out." Thomas yelled back.

"Tommy. Breath mate. It's gonna be alright."

"How Newt? How is it gonna be alright? It's been almost two months and we finally have a plan and he's backing out!"

"The plan still works without him." Bucky said suddenly from the back of the room.

Everyone jumped, he was always so quiet, sometimes they forgot he was even there. He was sitting at a table, his feet propped up, spinning a knife in his hands. The Gladers watched for a moment, lost in their memories. It was a very Jessie moment. She would do the same things at Gatherings.

"It's true Hermano." Jorge nodded. "Teresa, Brenda are the best shots in the group. Ryan can take Laurence's spot as Driver. He's ready. The plan still works with only the two shooters."

Ryan nodded, his face set and determined.
Thomas ground his teeth. Teresa laid a hand on his shoulder. Thomas took a slow inhale held it and let it out. He looked at everyone in the room. Vince nodded, Jorge and Bucky had already said they were still in. Jason, Teresa Brenda all nodded. He looked at Newt and Frypan they also nodded.

"We're with you man. Till the end." Frypan nodded.

"Alright then. We stick to the plan. Jason, your promoted to driver." Vince said with a nod of his head.

"Good that."

"Now. Go. Blow off some steam. Just remember we have to be up bright and early." Vince dismissed everyone.

Laurence spun around and stormed off. Newt hooked Thomas's arm and dragged him from the room. The rest of the Gladers filed out and the door closed with a bang.

Jorge ran a hand down his tired face. And sat down in a chair. Vince doing the same.

"We're getting too old for this shit, Hermano."

"That we are my old friend." Vince groaned.

"Ahh quite your whining. If you stopped doing this, what would you be doing? Sitting at some desk job whining about getting fat." Bucky rolled his eyes and stood up. He walked to the cupboard and grabbed three glasses and a bottle of something.

Jorge and Vince chuckled.

"Very true."

Bucky poured the drink and then raised his glass. "Hope this works."

"Well aren't you one for pep talks." Vince rolled his eyes.

"Was never my strong suit. Jessie always said I was better at the moody broody thing."

"You are." Jorge raised his glass and took a long sip.

Vice swished his drink around, frowning, "You really think the kid is up for driving?" Vice asked, the skepticism thick in the question.

"I do. He's a quick learner, level headed and fast thinker. I actually think he's better then Laurence. To be honest." Jorge shrugged.

"Where'd we pick him up again?" Bucky asked, frowning, trying to remember. "There's too many of them now. I can't keep them all straight. They need damn name tags!" 

"He was one of the kids at the camp with us, he managed to escape WICKED. I dunno how he became part of their group, probably Fry, he's friends with everyone." Jorge shrugged, swirling his drink around the glass again.

"He's going to need it if we're going to pull this off." Vince groaned, as he shifted in the chair.

"What are you worried about? Which part?" Bucky asked.

"All of it. Thomas is a good kid. A good person to rally everyone...but he's..."

"Short tempered-"
"-impulsive?"
"Wrekless?"
"Doesn't know when to quite?"
"Has to play the hero?"

Jorge and Bucky bounced off each other.

"Ya. All those things." Vince sighed.

"He'll be fine. Those kids have been through hell and back. They'd do something stupid even if we weren't there to help. If we said no, they would do it anyways." Jorge said, with a knowing nod.

"And I think you would probably go along with them." Bucky raised an eyebrow at Jorge.

"Indeed I would Hermano. Indeed I would. And so would you. Those kids mean just as much to you and me as they do to Thomas and them."

"Well, then let's pray this plan actually works. Because it's going to take a damn miracle." Vince muttered.

"To a miracle."

•×•

My cell door slammed open. I just groaned in annoyance. The headache was constant since the screaming. It had been from my best guess 3 weeks. They would play the screaming, and when my mind was shattered to pieces, something resembling Minho would put me to bed and inject something that would rip my mind apart and horrible nightmares would take over.

I didn't understand, the thing or person resembling Minho would pet my head and tell me it would be okay and that I was fine. Then he would tell me I deserved the punishment and make my mind endure the worst pain possible. And the memories that would surface of him were terrifying.

My head hurt. My heart hurt my body hurt. I just wanted sleep.

"Get up."

"Fuck off." I croaked.

I felt a hand grab my hair and I was dragged off the blood stained bed. I growled and tried fighting the hands that held me. The guards were huge and always in full tactical gear.

"What the fuck do you want now?" I snarled.

"We're going on a little...trip..." Janson smiled nastily at me.

"I call shot gun."

A guard back handed me. I felt my lip split and my mouth filled with blood. I spat it out into the white floor.

"We are loading everyone into their assigned seats. You, however...were taking extra precautions."

His beady eyes glinted. He nodded and a guard stepped forward, and with a long black metal baton he walked the back of my knees making me collapse to my knees. They crashed into the floor and I winced. My arms were held tightly as my wrists were shackled. Another guard came at me with a muzzle mask. I narrowed my eyes and snarled. I nashed my teeth and tried biting the hand. My hair was grabbed and my head was yanked backwards. The muzzle was put on and buckled around the back of my head.

The guards huled me to my feet and with an armed escort, I was half marched and half dragged out my cell door and down the hall. Every room we passed, as far as I could see, was empty. I must be the last prisoner to be moved.

They dragged down hall after hall, it all looked the same. And I didn't understand how big this facility actually was. My pounding head made it difficult to concentrate on much. They pulled me into an elevator. I was shoved into the corner. I placed my sore head against the cool metal of the wall. It help relieve the ache for a moment.

The doors dinged and the doors slid open. The guards around me grabbed me.

"Try anything B4 and I'll make sure you feel it next week." A guard threatened.

I just narrowed my eyes and growled. They stepped out of the elevator and dragged me down another few halls. Stopping to swipe their pass cards the scanner beeped green and the doors slid open.

Blinding bright light blinded me. I threw my arms up to shield my eyes. It was so hot and bright I swear my eyesballs burnt. It took a minute to adjust to the sun, I was already being dragged forwards. Once my eyes semi adjusted I squinted and looked around, as best I could.

I was being dragged through a huge loading platform; a loading Wearhouse. Crates and boxes full of supplies were being moved by fork lifts onto train cars. In the far corner, I saw a bunch of people huddled around. Two groups of people. The first were all in white, and the others in full black tactical gear surrounding the kids in white.

Their other prisoners. Or at least a group of them. They were being ushered into one train car. I was too far away to see any faces.  My guards dragged me to a different train car. I was shocked. This car was full of kids. But unlike them, I had an armed escort and I was masked. These kids all looked relatively alright. Dazed looks, some with fear, but nothing that would resemble the abuse I had gone through.

The guards pulled me over to a seat in the front of the car. I was forced to sit. Two guards turned and trained their Launchers at me while the other two shackled my ankles to the floor. And a chain looped through my shackled wrists that ran up to the ceiling. The guard pulled the chain making my arms raise slightly. I growled at him. And thrashed the chain just to piss him off. A different guard smacked me in the back of the head with the back of his gun.

My head jerked forwards. And my already beat up body gave up on me. And I was out cold. Again.

•×•

× Oohh. Train rescue! Is up next! ×
× It's a very...
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