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chapter xi

Before he knew what to do with himself or the younger boy, he felt himself grabbed under the arms, his hold forcefully released on the younger boy.

"Hey, no, he's―I have to help him!" Tiago thrashed in the soldier's grip. "Let me go! I shot him! I―" He cut himself off, finally realizing that whoever was holding him wasn't going to help. The tears finally trickled down his face as he was dragged away. He saw the boy slumped lifelessly in the dirt and more tears gathered.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

― ➶ ―

Tiago felt Newt's eyes on him as he was shoved onto the ground behind Vince. Tiago couldn't bring himself to look at the blond, his gaze fixated on the dirt beneath him. All he could think about was the life draining from that boy's eyes ...

There was talking, but Tiago couldn't focus. He willed his mind to get rid of the image of the brunet falling to the ground, of the blood pooling around him. With widened eyes and a hitch in his breath, Tiago realized that his own hands would likely be covered in the boy's blood. He clenched his jaw at the thought, and he knew this was the only time he would be glad to have his hands behind his back. With a shake of his head and a quick deep breath, Tiago tried his hardest to focus on his surroundings. Finding a way to escape was the only thing he could do now.

When he finally looked up, Tiago immediately noticed the separated groups. There were Immunes and non-Immunes. He could see Newt, Minho, and Frypan lined up at the front of the Immune group. He narrowed his eyes, then continued scanning the area. There were WCKD soldiers everywhere. Tiago turned to look over his shoulder, but his head was immediately shoved forward again. He let out a grunt, a scowl overtaking his features. He hadn't seen Brenda or Jorge in his brief scan. What if they weren't here? Had they been killed? Tiago felt bile rise in his throat at the thought.

"Where's Thomas?" Tiago heard a man ask. His gaze fixated on the grey hair and the long coat. He also had an accent, Tiago noted.

"Right here."

Tiago turned his head again only slightly. He heard more than saw Thomas get wrangled by a soldier. He heard Thomas grunt as he was shoved forward. They walked past the group Tiago was kneeling in, past Vince and the doctor he'd briefly met earlier.

"Thomas ..." The old man said, a familiar tone in his voice. Then he launched a fist straight into Thomas' stomach that made Tiago flinch. In front of him, Vince surged forward, but he was grabbed and shoved back into place by the soldier stationed next to him. "Get him in line." Thomas was thrown down next to Minho. "Okay." The old man strutted towards one of his other men, then whispered something to him that no one else could hear.

It was silent for a few moments, and then Tiago could hear another helicopter. He knew it wasn't a helicopter, though; it was a Berg. He'd heard about them, and he'd certainly seen them from a distance, but never one this close. It was incredibly loud, the whirring of its engines making Tiago duck his head and stare at the ground again. He could hear more normal helicopters hovering around. He had no idea who was in this Berg, but they were clearly important.

When the Berg finally landed and Tiago managed to lift his head, he knew he was right. An old woman, dressed in all white and surrounded by guards, strutted down the ramp of the Berg as if she were on a runway. She grabbed everyone's attention as she stepped onto the dirt and walked straight towards the old man.