EPIPHANY ? newt

"Hey Greenie."

I could tell something was going to happen, Newt and Thomas both looked like they had just seen a ghost - and while the blonde seemed to be going through some spiral in his head, Thomas looked ready to kill the man in front of us. He had a closely shaved head and very noticeable eyebrows, and I would have guessed he was nice enough but the look on Thomas's face said differently. I could see Frypans eyes were filled with tears, and I tried asking Newt what was going on under my breath, but he didn't seem to notice me.

Before anyone else could say anything, Thomas lurched forward, his hand colliding perfectly with 'Gallys' jaw, sending the boy swaying to the side. "No, wait!" he tried saying, but Thomas was on top of him in seconds, sending punch after punch at him. Newt and I ran forwards despite the men around trying to stop us, knowing that even if the boy deserved it, he was only bringing unwanted attention to where we were standing.

"Woah, woah stop, stop." Newt and skidded to his knees in front of Thomas, grabbing hold of his collar as he started at him, breathing heavily as Thomas didn't take his eyes off the boy under him the whole time.

"He killed Chuck." I heard Thomas whisper softly as I slowly bent down next to him on the other side, gently pulling his hand off of Gally. Chuck. I remembered that name. Thomas had been talking about him when we'd reached the Right Arm's camp.

"Yeah, I know. I know, remember? I was there too, alright?" Newt's eyes met mine across the boys on the ground, and I gave him a quick look of encouragement to keep going. Whatever he was saying seemed to be working. "But I also remember he was stung and half out of his mind. Just calm down, alright? Come on."

I could see Thomas was shaking as he pushed away from the small huddle that had formed on the ground, anger seething in his eyes as he glared at Gally as he slowly moved off the ground. "Kinda had that coming." he said, flexing his jaw as he spoke. "Anybody else? Fry? Newt?" Gally went on, looking at the blonde who had pulled me up with him, now standing next to Thomas.

"Do you know this guy?" Jorge asked from behind us, and I silently thanked him for voicing my inner thoughts.

"He was an old friend." Frypan said softly, still staring at the boy as if in a trance.

I felt Newt's grip on my arm tighten and I turned to look at him, seeing the boy shaking his head slowly. I placed my hand on his, knowing that whatever was happening right now had rattled all the boys up and they needed comfort in whatever little form I could help provide. "How? H-hoe is this possible? I don't... we watched you die!" Newt finally spat out, sounding more hurt than angry.

"No, you left me to die." Gally stated, his face hardening. "And if we hadn't found you when we did, you'd all be dead right now." he sighed, looking at Thomas. "What the heel are you guys doing here? And who's this?" I stiffened as I saw his eyes flicker over to me for a second.

Newt ran his free hand through his hair - pushing his blonde locks out of his face before replying. "Minho. WICKED has him here somewhere. We're looking for a way in. And this, this is Sephora. She's my- our, friend. From the second maze. We met her when we got out of the maze."

"I see... well - I can help with that." Gally said, "Follow me."

I'm not going anywhere with you." Thomas said in a low voice, still breathing hard as he glared at the boy. I suddenly heard Newt mumble my name and looked at him, only to see his eyes on my stomach. I looked at myself as my heart dropped, seeing that my stab wound had obviously started bleeding again with all the moment I had done in the last few minutes, as dark red seeped through the cloth I had tied around me.