T R U S T [The Maze Runner || Newt || Book 2]

Chapter 20

"You guys are idiots." She shouted before leading them towards a bunch of containers where Jorge was hiding. They crouched down behind a large crate, watching as Wicked guards dropped to the ground, shooting launchers at the members of the Right Arm,

"What the hell happened? How did they find us?" Clara asked, wincing as she saw a launcher grenade shoot into the back of someone, sending them flying to the floor.

"It was Teresa and your brother."

"What?"

"Teresa got her memories back, she thinks that there's a cure and she wants to help them find it. And your brother lied to us, he told us that they took his memories but they didn't, he was sent to bring us back to Wicked, to find you. The two of them did this, together"

Clara felt anger rising inside of her, of course her brother had lied to her, she couldn't believe that she'd even considered trusting him again, that she actually thought he'd changed. But he hadn't, he was still the golden child, still their mother's favourite.

"We have to go, now! While we still have the chance!" Jorge shouted, pulling her out of her thoughts,

"I have to find the others," Thomas muttered, moving away but Jorge grabbed his jacket, pulling him back

"No! Look! Look at your friends! You can't help them!" He shouted pointing at where the others were. Minho, Newt, Frypan, Sonya, and Harriet were standing surrounding a truck where Vince stood, readying a giant machine gun. Suddenly something flew through the air and landed in front of Vince and Clara heard him yell before a loud pop sounded and everyone surrounding the truck collapsed to the floor, convulsing violently.

"No." She whispered, turning back around and leaning against the crates, placing a hand over her mouth.

"I'm sorry. There's nothing we can do for them. But if we don't move now, we won't be much better off." Jorge said, placing a hand on Clara's shoulder. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes,

"You guys have gotta go right now." She said,

"What?" Brenda asked,

"They're not looking for you, you'll be safe."

"She's right. You have to run, now." Thomas added, giving Clara a reassuring nod.

"No, I'm not leaving you again, Raz," Jorge said, focusing on her.

"Remember what you told me? Don't lose someone you care about over something stupid? Those people out there? I care about them, and I happen to think that Wicked is really fucking stupid. I can't leave them behind, Jorge."

"You really shouldn't listen to me, I give terrible advice."

"Just go, please."

Jorge glanced between her and Thomas and she could see him wrestling with himself, unsure of what to say next.

"Okay, okay, we'll go. But Raz, please, be careful. Be smart."

She nodded at him, giving a sad smile to Brenda before the two of them took off, leaving her and Thomas behind.

"What now?" He asked, and she shook her head, realizing she had no answer for him. But she felt something hard inside her jacket and furrowed her eyebrows, slowly looking down and reaching inside of it and pulling out Jorge's bomb. She lifted it up towards Thomas, giving it a gentle shake,

"I think I have an idea."

Clara peeked her head over the container they were hiding behind, watching as the Wicked guards lined up the immunes and the rest of the Right Arm. Janson appeared from one of the helicopters and she felt a wave of hatred rush over her when she saw him,

"How many did we get?" She heard him say,

"All of them, give or take." A Wicked guard responded,

"Give or take what?"

"Well, they lost a few."

"Where's Thomas?"

"That's your cue," Clara whispered, shoving Thomas out of their hiding spot.

"I'm here, don't shoot." He said, raising his hands as a guard aggressively grabbed him, pushing him forwards. He stumbled towards Janson, who now had a creepy grin growing on his face.

"Thomas." He said before punching the boy in the stomach, causing him to double over in pain. "Get him in line."

Another guard grabbed Thomas and shoved him into line next to Minho and Janson looked over at all of them before turning back towards another guard and whispering something to him. A few seconds later Clara heard the familiar rumble of a Berg engine and looked up to see one landing in front of the rows of people, sending a wave of sand into their faces. The cargo door opened and a group of Wicked guards marched out of it, followed by Ava Paige.

Ava walked towards Janson and spoke to him, and a few seconds later he shouted for the guards to start loading the kids into the Berg. Ava walked towards where Thomas and the others were sitting, she opened her mouth to say something but hesitated as she looked over the group, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Janson!" She called,

"Yes Ma'am?"

"Where is she?"

"Where's who?"

"My daughter, where's my daughter?"

Clara stepped out from behind the container, raising her hands before she spoke,

"I'm here."