EPIPHANY ? newt

We were upside down. Only seconds after Jorge had announced our worth like we were some sort of precious goods, he'd ordered the men standing around to grab hold of us, again, and drag us to a pit. A pit filled with the zombie people that they seemed to call 'cranks'. We were then promptly strung up by our ankles above it like pray for show - so it was safe to say things were going great.

"Great plan, Thomas. Just hear what the man has to say. Really working out for us." Minho remarked, sarcasm practically oozing from his voice.

"Oh shut up Minho..." Thomas sighed, "maybe - maybe I can reach the rope." He said, trying and failing to push himself towards the edge of the gaping hole and grab onto something. Nothing seemed to work - it was a very simple yet annoyingly, also a very effective plan.

"Enjoying the view?" A sudden voice called out from the darkness, causing all of us to pause our actions and turn as best we could to face none other than Jorge himself, walking up to the side of the pit snidely - making sure to keep a safe distance away as he smiled up at us.

"What the hell do you want?" Thomas spat out, obviously tired of all the setbacks we seemed to face every few minutes.

"That is the question." The man replied vaguely, still smiling. "My men... they want to sell you back to WICKED. Life has taught them to think small. I'm not like that... and something tells me you're not either."

"Is it the blood rushing to my head, or is this shank not making any sense?" Minho cut in, causing the smile to slip off Jorge's face, but he ignored the boy, still looking straight at Thomas.

"Tell me what you know about the Right arm." He said in a low voice.

"I thought you said they were ghosts." Newt said defensively from my right.

Jorge gave the boy a small smile. "I happen to believe in ghosts... especially when I hear them chattering on the airways." he walked over to the lever I noticed was holding all the ropes that were attached to us up - laying one hand on it in a clear threat. "You tell me what you know, and maybe we can make a deal."

Thomas sighed, shaking his head slightly. "Well... we- we don't know much." Jorge immediately pushed the lever forward at his response, causing everyone to cry out as we feel at least two feet lower before coming to a jerking stop again. Everything was blurring up again, my vision darkening scarily. This was not the time for my head to start acting up.

"No! Okay! Okay! Okay, all right!" Thomas cried out holding his hands up - or rather, down. "They're hiding in the mountains - and they attacked WICKED. They got out a bunch of the kids. Thats it - thats all we know."

Jorge frowned, he opened his mouth as if to say or ask something else, but before he could - he was interrupted by one of his men walking into the room suddenly.

"Yo, Jorge... whats going on?" The guy asked.

"Me and me new friends were just getting acquainted. We're done now." he said carelessly, the mans whole demeanor switching within a matter of seconds.

"Wait... you're not going to help us?" Thomas asked. I wasn't sure exactly what train of thought had led the boy to somehow believe our capturers were about to throw us a party or something, but I wasn't going to question him.

The man who had just walked onto the room looked at Jorge suspiciously - but the other man simply smiled, turning away. "Don't worry hermano... we will get you back to where you belong soon enough." he started walking away, but not before throwing in a "Hang tight!"