"Who She Loved" - (Newt&Thomas x reader) The Scorch Trials

~Jorge and His Weird Radio~

(your pov, yes yours!)

You woke up, your feet bound and hanging upside down. Someone was yelling at you for some reason.

"Y/N! Y/N!!! WAKE UP!!!"

"What do you want?" you asked, closing your eyes again. You felt so tired and all the blood was rushing to your head. Your eyes snapped back open. You screamed. You were hanging upside down suspended above how many stories, you didn't know. You flailed around for a second before hanging your arms in defeat. You weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

"y/n!" someone said happily beside you. It was Newt.

"Hi? What happened?" you asked nervously. "Why are we hanging here?!"

"You got struck by lightning," Newt explained. And before long you spun around enough to face the next person.

"THANK THE SHUCK YOU SURVIVED THAT!" Minho yells at you. "I would've basically been guilty of murder my entire life of the best person in the Glade!" he exclaimed. You just giggled at that.

You spun around some more to face... "Thomas?" It was a rhetorical question, but he still answered.

"Yeah?"

"How did we end up here?"

"Well, long story short, you got struck by lightning and passed out. I carried you to a random guy who told us we're valuable because we're from WCKD. And now we're hung up here." Your eyes widened, you looked alarmed and you felt it too. You tried to process this, but your brain felt like it was fried. Honestly probably from the lightning. Due to hanging upside down, your t-shirt slipped farther down your body. You had to tuck it into your pants to keep it up.

"Guys, what is that?" Minho asked when your exposed back was to him. Everyone craned their neck to see your back.

"What? What's on my back that's this interesting?" you asked them slightly annoyed.

"Um... y/n, what's this scar from?" Newt asked carefully.

"Scar? I don't have a scar, oh," you looked at your shoulders and hands. A red fractal pattern covered them, almost like it was mapping out your veins.

"How bad is it?" you asked.

"It's huge," Minho finally states. You shakily sighed. Great, a new scar for yourself, and a big one at that.

"It's all the way down to my hands too," you said, showing the closest person who happened to be Thomas your palms. He reached out to grab your hands, examining them himself.

"Shit, y/n. That doesn't look good," he said, still holding onto your hands.

"No joke, I think it's from the lightning," you reasoned.

"Wow, did y/n just become more of a badass than me?" Minho questioned. Thomas just laughed and you giggled at that.

"I think I did," you said, trying to keep the conversation lighthearted.

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After a while, some random dude stepped into the small area.

"Who are you?" you asked unafraid.

"My name is Jorge, nice to meet you y/n." You squinted your eyes at him but glared too.

"Enjoying the view?" he asked the rest of them.

"The hell do you want?" Thomas said.

"That is the question," Jorge teased, standing right in front of where Thomas was hanging. "My men want to sell you back to WCKD, life has taught them to think small. I'm not like that though. Something tells me that you're not either." Jorge explains.

"Is the blood rushing to my head, or is this shank not making any sense?" Minho asked lazily.

"Tell me what you know about the Right Arm," Jorge commanded.

"Thought you said they were ghosts," Newt interjected. You just let them have this conversation. You didn't feel the need to talk anyways.

"I happen to believe in ghosts," Jorge smiled at you. Newt furrowed his brows. "Especially when I hear them, chattering among the airwaves."

Jorge walked over to a lever connected to a rope. This was probably a bad thing. He was literally using his leverage of power against you to get information. "You tell me what you know, and maybe we can make a deal," he says with a stoic expression. He pointed his cane at you guys. Called it.

"We don't know much," Thomas says, shrugging upside down awkwardly. You somehow found this funny but maybe at this point, it was also the blood rushing to your head. Jorge suddenly pushed the lever and you dropped a few feet. This scared you and you almost fainted again. Everyone yelled and Thomas finally agreed to give him what he wanted.

Jorge was about to say something before one of the guys walked in, asking what was going on. He explained you guys were having a little chat before he left. He ominously grinned at Thomas telling him not to worry and that they'd supposedly "get you back to where you belong."

You did not like the sound of that one bit. Not at all.

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