Gally found me early the next morning in the gym. After that memory dream I couldn't fall back asleep. So I just said shuck it and went to the gym. I was breathing hard and my knuckles were red and starting to split. I hadn't bothered to wrap them. Maybe it was everything I had been through and the trauma or maybe because I was just sick and twisted, but the stinging pain kept me grounded, kept me from spinning out of control.

"Hey... Charlie, stop..." I had a few angry tears leak out as I slammed my fists again and again into the punching bag.

"Stop Charlie, Sweetie stop, please." He cried, grabbing me and wrapping his arms around me. I just growled and let a few angry tears out. I stopped fighting and just slumped into him.

"You're hurting yourself over what he did to you. Stop punishing yourself." He said gently.

"He made me into a killer. I killed so many!" I spat bitterly, "and why? What was his reasoning? He probably didn't even need one! They probably just looked at him wrong! And he made me do his dirty work."

I pulled away angrily, wiping my tears roughly away. He looked at me with gentleness that nearly broke me.

"How can you still look at me like that?" I asked, I could feel the emptiness and disgust in myself, in my own voice.

"Because one event in your life, that you had little to zero control over, doesn't define you. Also because you were a CHILD, Charlie! You were a shucken child and he manipulated, threatened and beat you. And because I love you, all of you."

As he talked, he stepped closer.  He took my chin between his thumb and finger and lifted my face.

"I see the fire in your eyes. I see the calm and steadiness and love. I also see the brokenness, the lasting effects of what he did...And that's where the fire comes from. Sure he burnt you to nothing but ash, yet there's that burning fire. Its wild and dangerous and beautiful."

His intense steel blue eyes kept me frozen in place. I felt the butterflies.

"I don't scare you?" I asked quietly.

"Never. I'm not scared of a little pipsqueak." His voice had dropped, and became gravely.

"This wild fire doesn't scare you?"

He leaned down towards me, his grip on my chin tightened, just slightly.

"Shuck no. Quite the opposite actually." He whispered against my lips.

"Shuck that's hot." I murmured back.

He hummed before he kissed me. Once I couldn't breath and my lungs needed air I pulled away slowly.

"Thank you."

"If you can see through my worst rule they manipulated me and still love me, I can love you when the same wild twisted slint head manipulated and abused you."

I just gave him a mischievously grin. "Well...he trained me as a killer apparently , forced me to do it...and it's going to be his shucken downfall. Oh the irony."

"You're a beautiful murderous little creature." He left a soft gentle kiss on my lips. "Right now though, let's go get you showered and fed. We gotta meet the rest of the guys."

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We had all spread out around the open square. A few of us spread out through the crowd. There was a protest happening, the people left on the outskirts of society were definitely angry. It was getting worse every day. People hated WICKED. And all WICKED did was tighten their grip, closing themselves off even more. The people were yelling and screaming, holding posters and signs, throwing rocks and garbage at the walls. I understood their anger but really, what was a rock going to do against those walls?

We all wore masks, the non immunes wore gas masks, long leather jackets and gloves, pants and boots, the less exposed their skin was the better protected. Outside the walls was more likely to run into an infected. It was hot as shuck out, so I didn't bother with a jacket, just the black fitted cargo pants, cropped white tank my black boots and the black bandana I wore to shield my face, leaving only my black outlined blue eyes. The automatic gun was hanging at my back. I had another small gun and a few knives strapped around my thigh.

The wild protest was getting louder and more roudy. I could see our guys spaced out, we kept glancing around at each other, just so we wouldn't lose someone. We only had a few coms. A few were sitting in the back of a truck, slowly driving around the crowd. And we had one more truck parked ready just in case.  I saw Gally in the back. I made eye contact with him and winked.

I slowly turned back, and scanned the crowd. My eyes went wide. I saw a talk blond. I kept my eyes glued to the blond. I gave a quick wave, catching the eye of Gally again. I gestured with my head. He looked around and nodded. He slapped the side of the truck and got off, went to go talk to Zayn, who was driving.

I slid through the crowd closer to the blond who caught my eye. He glanced over his shoulder.

Newt!

He caught sight of me as I slid around someone else, getting a bit more closer. His eyes went wide and leaned towards someone and whispered. The Hispanic man turned and saw me, then glanced to my left. Magnus was also making his was also making his way towards them.

I finally saw Thomas and Frypan. I bit my bottom lip keeping from crying out. There were a few of those hover cameras floating around the protest. I made eye contact with Magnus and he nodded. He pulled out his com and let the others know we had eyes on the group.

I had slid around someone else, when I heard the sound of the walls automatic guns moving.

"Shuck!" I cursed.

Janson must have spotted them! Or he finally discovered our group from The Resistance.

"Magnus!" I screamed over the noise, and pointed, "GUNS!"

I heard him curse. He pulled his com back out. I could see him trying to think fast. He shoved his way through the crowd towards me.

"Change of plans again. Grab and go!" He yelled.

The air was filled with the sounds of terrified screaming. The guns ripped through the streets. Janson seemed to have just let them loose. There was no logical explanation for the guns. Just open fire at anything and everything. It ripped the street apart. Sending cement everywhere. The guns slammed into the buildings causing them to crumble. The bullets also ripped through people. Anyone who was at the front, by the barricades were laying dead, ripped apart and bloody.

I ducked and ran. I had kept sight of Newt, but lost everyone else. As best as I could I chased after him, and trying to avoid being killed by bullets or trampled to death or have ruble from a building squish me. Henry, one of our guys appeared beside me. Newt had pushed his way through the crowd to the edge. I jumped at Newt and grabbed him.

"Hey! Get off!" He yelled, struggling , he was never a very strong fighter. I always teased him, saying he was a lover not a fighter.

I had taken him down and pinned him. Henry got the bag over his head. Thankfully Zayn pulled up and we picked Newt up and with the help of Rick we got him in. Just as the Hispanic man broke from the crowd and charged us. Henry and I turned ready.

The man swung a fist which was easy enough to dodge. Henry grabbed him from behind and tried to hold him. But this guy obviously knew how to fight. He got out of the hold relatively quick. And came after me. He grabbed hold of the gun strap on my shoulder. I spun towards him and slammed my knee into his stomach, making him double over.

I pulled out my hand gun and pointed it at him. He froze.

"Get in." I growled.

He relented. Henry gave him a shove to help him out. He climbed in and sat down beside Newt, who was huddled on the ground. He had taken the bag off.

"Hey!" Someone yelled. I turned and raised the gun.

No way I was gonna shoot Frypan but I needed him to move, those WICKED guns were still going and the distraction was getting closer.

"Get in!" I yelled and gestured with the gun, "or die!" I saw the wall guns readjusting.

He threw his arms up and got in. Henry and I climbed in and closed the door. Zayn floored it and he speed away.

All I could do was hope and pray that Sophie, Magnus, Gally and Jasmine (who had come back to Headquarters with Magnus this morning) got out safely with Tommy.

Newt and Fry sat quiet, eyes wide and mouths clamped. If it wasn't for this strange man I would have ripped my mask down. But I had no idea who he was and I wasn't sure I liked him.

"Where are you taking us?" He demanded.

"Somewhere." I snapped, narrowing my eyes.

"Where's Brenda?"

"Who?"

"Brenda! Where is she?"

"No idea."

"The hell-"

He tried to get up but I had pulled my gun back out, pointing it at him.

"Sit down." I snarled.

This guy was wild and was going to be a problem if he didn't stop. But then again, if I was kidnapped I'd probably do the same thing. He probably didn't like me much either for slamming my knee into his stomach. Ops

"Who the bloody hell are you? Tell us that at least." Newt asked.

"Someone of great importance." I said sarcastically.

Henry and Rick both snorted, I got to know them a bit, they were alright. Newt raised his eyebrows. The truck was quiet for a while before the man started demanding answers about this Brenda. I'm assuming it was the dark haired girl that was with them.

I could feel the truck slowing down, as we pulled into the garage. I closed my eyes for a brief second. Thankful we made it out of that blood bath alive. I really hoped the others did too. I felt the truck stop and the engine turned off.

Henry went to open the back door when the man sprung from the ground and tackled him. Rick jumped up and tried to keep Newt and Frypan away. I growled in frustration and sprung to help Henry.

The other man was quick, he slammed a fist into Henry's face, and screamed "Where's Brenda?"

Henry stumbled backwards into the door and fell backwards landing on the ground. The guy spun around quicker then I thought he could move and grabbed my hair, making me shreak. His quick hands grabbed a knife from my belt and held it to my throat. My mind instantly switched into panic.

"Where is she?"

"Who the hell is Brenda?" I yelled back.

"Out. Get out." He demanded.

He forced me forwards, a hand holding my hair and the knife to my throat. I carefully climbed down from the back of the truck, trying to keep the panic inside. The other truck had already unloaded and I breathed in relief that everyone was safe- no one was bloody at least.

"Where is she?" The man yelled, catching the attention of everyone in the garage. All heads turned towards us and every member of the Resistance held up guns. The knife at me throat pushed a little closer.

"Shit!" Magnus cursed.

"Dammit!" Thomas also cursed.

"No!" Sophie screamed.

"Wait!" Gally called, jumping into the midst of the chaos.

"Come on! WHERE IS SHE? Where's Brenda?"

I felt him tug my hair. I could feel my hands shaking, they had gone sweaty and numb and itchy the second he had hold of my hair. It was just like Janson, he loved to grab my hair and drag me around. I was opening and closing my hands into fists to kept them from shaking. My mouth was dry and I was struggling to hide my shallow breathing.

"Come on!" He yelled again, looking around at all the armed Resistance members.

"I'm right here." Came a frantic yell.

Someone broke free and came running, I felt him loosen his grip on my hair. I took my chance. I slammed my foot down into his and slammed my elbow into his stomach again.

"I'm right here!"

He instantly dropped my knife, but still held my hair. I dropped all my weight into his unexpected arms and he stumbled, letting me go. I scooped up my knife and jumped out if his grasp and ran towards Gally.

I flung myself into his arms just as the other girl got to the wild angry Hispanic man.

"Okay. You're okay. Your okay now." Gally whispered, one arm held me tight to his chest, the other held out towards Thomas and the other group. Placing my head on his chest, I took a few deep breaths, breathing in the familiar scent that made me feel safe.

I turned to see the group, my cheek still pressed to his chest. I couldn't really hear what the girl was saying to the man, but it seemed to calm him down and she embraced him. She was far to young to be a romantic partner. Maybe more like father-daughter, but she didn't look anything like him.

"Everybody relax. We're all on the same side here." Gally called, his hand still out trying to calm the wild situation down. My gasping had turned into panting. It was a wild chaotic few seconds.

"What do you mean same side?" Newt asked confused, looking nervously at all the guns pointed at them.

It was nice to know these Resistance guys had my back.

"Who the hell are you?" Thomas yelled.

I could see his anger and own confusion. With a big sigh, Gally slowly removed his mask with his free hand.

"Hey, Greenie." He gave Thomas a half nervous smile.

"Gally?" He gasped.

"No way." Frypan's mouth dropped.

Thomas lunged forwards and slammed his fist into Gally's jaw. Sending him and myself to the ground.

I heard the guns cock. Thomas had jumped ontop of both of us. I managed to wiggle around and pushed him in the chest, sending Thomas backwards.

"No, wait!" Gally called.

"Stop!" I screamed. Thomas had gotten back up, ready to lunge at us again

"Hold! Hold your fire!" Magnus roared.

"Stop! It's all right! Tommy, stop!" I screamed, scrambling back to my feet, standing in the way of Thomas.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Newt cried now too, jumping in trying to hold Thomas back.

"Stop! Hold!" Gally called, holding his hands out to our guys. He also reached out and grabbed onto my waist pulling me closer to himself, ready to throw me out of the way if necessary.

"Stop, Tommy!" I tried again.

He wasn't listening, I could see the rage in his eyes. The tears were collecting, he was trying to kill Gally with his eyes and yells.

"He shot Charlie! And she ended up with Janson! He shot her!" He cried.

"Yeah, I know." Newt tried to calm him, "I remember. I was there too, all right. I remember."

"Guys!" I cried, they just ignored me.

"But I also remember that he was stung and half out of his mind." Newt said, watching Gally. His eyes travelled down his arm, to where it was holding my waist, and then up to my face. His eyes stared into mine.

"You...you...pink hair...were the one yesterday who shot the machine!"

Gally gently reached up and tugged my bandana down. I forgot I was wearing it. Maybe that's why no one listened to me.

"Just calm down. All right?" Gally tried again, looking back at Thomas.

"No buggen' way! Charlie?" Newt cried.

"Charlie?" Thomas stammered, freezing.

I pushed passed Gally's protective arm and jumped at Thomas, wrapping my arms around him, he was still frozen, shocked. Eventually his arms wrapped around my back.

"Tommy!" I cried, holding him tight.

"The shuck! Charlie!" He squeezed tighter, and buried his face into my shoulder.

He let go and pulled away, holding me at arms length, looking me over. The last time he saw me I was beaten bruised, dirty, starved, sobbing and tied to the end of a rope. His eyes were wide in confusion, I could see all the questions. But only one made it out.

"We watched him die," he nodded at Gally, "and Janson dragged you away! How...?"