Little (T.S.T) + (T.D.C)

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Darcy saw Thomas run. But not which direction he ran in. She took a deep breath before she bolted into the battle area, picking up a large stick she found as she did so. Not having any proper weapons wasn't a good idea was what she concluded.

The fire was making her sweat profusely, and the sprinting all over wasn't helping. She barely missed bullets as she ran. She couldn't even tell who was friend and who was enemy in the midst of the chaos.

As she ran, she hit anyone she saw with the electric guns. One guy was hit in the gut, another in the back. Luckily, they never hit her back, unluckily, it didn't do them much damage. She desperately searched, looking for a familiar face.

"Darcy!" she heard someone shout.

She turned, finding the source of the voice. It was Fry. But along with him, was Newt, Minho, Harriet and Vince.

Darcy ran to them. When she got there, she quickly ducked behind Fry, glad to finally have cover.

At least they have guns, she thought to herself.

"Were you really running around out there with a stick!?" Exclaimed Fry.

"Yep. But, hey, I didn't get hit." She then turned to Vince, who stood on top of a truck. "Got any more guns?"

He turned to her, still aiming at oncoming guards. "You know how to shoot?"

"Kinda."

"Good enough."

He picked up a gun, tossing it to her. Darcy never liked guns. She didn't like the fact that she was holding something that could take someone's life with the click of a button. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

There were cries from those around her, but Darcy was focused on shooting. But that led her to miss the explosive device thrown at them. It wasn't until it was too late that she saw it.

It burst, electricity hitting her aswell as those around her. She crumpled to the ground, but that was nothing. The pain the electricity sent through her was awful. It burned and she couldn't see straight. She could barely see anything. She was right, it wasn't pleasant. Darcy had never felt anything like it. This was pure torture.

And then, after what could've been five seconds or five hours, Darcy couldn't tell, she was picked up by guards. Still disoriented from the shock, she couldn't tell what they looked like, but could only assume they were from W.I.C.K.E.D.

The guards brought them all into a line, down on their knees. Darcy didn't have the energy to fight.

A guard made their way down the line, pressing a device to everyone's necks, calling out a number and letter as he did so.

Darcy could now see Janson. Pure hatred filled her when she saw his face. She wanted nothing more than to walk up to him and punch him, but she remained calm.

"How many did we get?" he asked.

"All of them. Give or take."

"Give or take what?"

"Well, we lost a few."

"A4," shouted the guard who was checking the row of people. "A6, B12, B3."

"Where's Thomas?" asked Janson.

"Right here."

Heads snapped to the side. Thomas was standing there, his arms raised in surrender.

How stupid is he?

A guard pushed him forward and he went stumbling. Janson smirked as he got closer.

"Thomas," Janson began, followed by a punch. Thomas crumpled as gasps filled the air. "Get him in line."

A guard pushed him into the already large line of captives.

"Just so you know," shouted Darcy to Janson, "you suck!"

She heard a few groans from those beside her, aswell as Minho telling her to shut up.

Janson turned around to face her, a cold smile on his face. "Is that so?"

"Yeah. And no one likes you. You should really get a life."

He kneeled down in front of her, a cruel smirk on his face. "Well, I guess we're not so different, then."

She spat in his face. He slapped her.

"You're a disgusting creature," murmured Janson as he wiped his face.

"Guess you're right then, we aren't so different." Darcy responded, ignoring the pain in her cheek.

"Are you alright?" asked Newt, who sat beside her.

"Peachy."

When Janson was back up again, he told a guard, "Bring her in."

Darcy didn't have to guess who 'her' was.

*A/N: wow, look at me actually writing a bunch. The amount of times I write 'Carter' instead of 'Darcy' is hilarious to me when I'm editing (shameless plug: I have an avengers fan fiction if anyone is interested;)) anyways, for the next chapter, get ready for more of Darcy shouting at W.I.C.K.E.D people. Also, just a disclaimer: just because I've uploaded this about 2 days after the last chapter, doesn't mean uploads will be fast. I'm pre writing a bunch before I go back to school (next week) as I'm gonna have a very busy year. So yeah, I'm just gonna pre write a bunch and then upload slowly again. Oh, and I've finished with the scorch trials, there's 2 chapters left!
Welp, that was a long one

edit: chunky author's note omg we love to see it. also aw throwback to when void was still in the works <3 since then i've started harry potter, james potter, peter parker and hunger games fics so that's fun*