First

Newt
When the van doors flew open and we were ushered out my heart was still beating fiercely against my rib cage.
Where was she?
I looked around but couldn't see her, which didn't help the nausea that had settled in my stomach.
Where was she?

All of a sudden a van came crashing into the space that we were in, swerving left and right before the engine was quickly turned off and a man jumped from the drivers seat.
"She's fucking mental!" He yelled.
Just as he finished speaking, the back doors to the van flew open.
A man came crashing out and onto the floor, followed by Faith who jumped right on top of him, throwing punches wherever she could, her hair coming loose from its tie.
"Fucking. Asshole. Where. Are. They?!" She screamed, landing a punch with every word.

"Christ" I gasped.
Quickly Thomas jumped into action before I could even react.
His arms were around her in an instance, pulling her away from the now unconscious man.
"Hey you lunatic I'm here. We're here." Thomas said holding her tight.
Immediately I watched on as she relaxed into his arms and rested her head backwards onto his chest.
I felt a twitch in my neck that made me close my eyes for a moment. It was a rage I could barely describe. For a moment it was consuming. It was unlike anything I had felt before.
A pair of small arms wrapped around me and the feeling went away. I opened my eyes and Faith was holding me tight, which I quickly reciprocated. I held her so close that I could feel her heart beat against me. I placed a kiss to the top of her head and sighed.
"Hey" She giggled looking up at me.
"Hi. That was impressive. " I smiled before we released each other and turned back to the men that had snatched us.

Faith had obviously chosen violence, and grabbed the tallest man by the front of his shirt, pushing him up against a column that was close to where we stood.
"What the hell do you want with us?" She spat, shoving him again. "Are you from Wicked? Huh? What to harvest us to turn us into some stupid experiment? Who the hell are you?!" She yelled.
"Just take a step back." The man said and my blood ran cold.
That voice, I knew that voice.
"Faith, hang on a sec." I said and took a step forward.
"I'll step back when you tell me what the fuck you want with us, and who the hell you are!" She yelled and I took another step toward her.
"Faith."
"What?!" She yelled turning to face me.

By the time she turned her head back to face the guy he had removed his mask and I was certain I was going to throw up.

Faith
When I turned back to face the guy, my blood boiling through my veins, I was ready to fight with everything I had left.
However when our eyes met my blood ran cold and I felt faint.

I released his t-shirt from my grasp and involuntarily stepped backwards into Newt, who put a protective arm around my waist.
I felt tears well up in my eyes and I put a shaky hand over my mouth.

"Gally?" I heard Newt whisper and my breath became shaky as I realised it wasn't just in my imagination that a boy I had killed was stood before me.
"This is not right." Fry said.
"We watched you die." Newt said and I couldn't help the tears that started to roll down my cheeks.
Gally's eyes shot straight to meet mine and he stared as he spoke, "I didn't die."
"No shit." Thomas scoffed.
"Gally?" I asked and his eyes remain glued onto mine.
"No hard feelings. I'm over it." He said with a shrug.
"You're alive?"
"I think so. Yes." He said rolling his eyes with a slight grin.

I pushed away from Newt and back in-front of Gally. He sighed before holding an arm out. I smiled through my tears and walked into his arm as he rubbed my back.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do. I'm so sorry Gally. I'm so sorry."
"This is kinda weird, are you finding this weird? Her crying? And apologising? And hugging?" Gally said as i cried into his chest and his hand continued to rub my back.
"It's been known to happen." I heard Newt laugh and it brought a laugh up and out of me.
"I killed you." I cry laughed.
"Yeah see when you were apologetic that was cute. The laughing whilst talking about killing me, yeah, not so cute." Gally said and I nodded with a sniffle as I walked away from him.

As I wiped away my tears with my sleeve I realised that though the glade reunion was nice, we still hadn't been told why we were here.
"I couldn't let you guys get killed. Believe it or not you guys were my family once." Gally sighed and another pang of guilt shot through me.
"We need to get into the city." I said and Gally just stared for a moment. "Minho. He was taken."
Gally nodded and ran a hand across his forehead before nodding again, "I can get you in. But first let me introduce you to Lawrence. He likes to know what's going on. Just let me do the talking and do not stare."

I frowned as we walked through the makeshift camp. It was clear that this was some sort of rebellion group against Wicked. I would never admit it, but something about the place made me uneasy, scared even. The only thing that relaxed me was the fact that Newt and Thomas were close by my side.
I had to remind myself to breathe as we entered a dark space. I could barely make out the figure stood before us. I only knew there was someone there when he started to speak.

"Who are these people?"
I was startled as I hadn't realised the man was facing us.
"Old friends. They need to get into the city." Gally spoke.
As the man moved into the only spec of light, I grabbed onto Newts hand out of shock.
Newts hand gripped back onto mine equally as tight.
"You're a crank." I whispered before I felt eyes putting daggers into the back of my head and I knew I slipped up.
"Not quite. Not yet." Lawrence said stepping close to my face.
"I-I didn't mean-"
"What's your name?"
"Faith."
"Huh. Ironic. Faith, in a world where no faith in anyone or anything exists." Lawrence laughed.
"We need a way into the city. It would be worth your while." I said.
"How?"
"We can get you more of what you need."
"And what do you think i'm in need of?"
"Time." I sighed and again Newt squeezed my hand.
Lawrence was quiet for a moment before grinning.
"Do you have a way in?"
"I do." Gally piped up and Lawrence nodded before turning away from us.
"Then get on with it."

I breathed a sigh of relief at the thought that we would be reunited with Minho soon enough.