The WCKD One (Newt X Reader (Scorch Trials))

I was unable to speak to Teresa: she had already disappeared, along with Frypan. They both helped Thomas onto a bed and Brenda was walking with them. I sat with Teresa on the faded and tattered bed that Thomas was laid on and gestured to her with subtlety that I needed to speak to her. "He's unconscious, right?" I asked, just to make sure. Teresa gently blew onto his eyelids. They stayed still:

"Yep. What is it?" She asked sweetly. I took a breath: this was not going to be easy.

"What if..." I began. I noticed that I was looking down at my boots. I struggled to look at her but I managed to look into her expectant blue eyes. I tried again. "What if there is no cure?" She looked taken aback, shocked, almost outraged.

"Of course there is!" She began in an urgent whisper, as the interrogation continued behind us, "we'll find one, WCKD will find one, why; are you having second thou-"

"I think I'm in love with Newt," I blurted. A terrible idea, but I was panicking. I looked over at him; he was sat on the back of a moth-eaten sofa watching Jorge interrogate.

"Whose side are you on?" She asked, nearly threateningly.

"There's a side now?" I asked, worried.

"The side of the subjects or the side of those who will find us a cure?"

"Maybe there is no cure, maybe once we find the Right Arm we can go to the Safe Haven, all of us: We'll be safe!" I exclaimed. Her focus shifted, as if she was ignoring me - as if what I'd said was too stupid to be recognised.

"Hey," she said to Thomas with a smile, his brown eyes were wide open. "Hey, you're okay. Hi. We have to stop meeting like this." I didn't need to see the side glance she gave me after that for me to know that things wouldn't be the same between the two of us now.

"Welcome back, ya ugly shank," Minho said, leaning over my shoulder. Thomas had definitely seen better days.

"I suggest that you talk, you son of a bitch!" Jorge shouted, slapping Marcus across the face.

"Looks like you've been having fun," Newt said to Thomas as he carefully approached, regaining his bearings.

"Where is the Right Arm, Marcus?" Jorge asked, a bit calmer now.

"Wait, this is Marcus?" Thomas asked, blinking. There was a pause, and then Marcus started laughing, before making a joke as his head tipped to the ground. Jorge grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up again;

"I know you know where they're hiding," Jorge said quietly. "So you tell me..." he stepped back, opening his arms, "and I'll make you a deal." He loves those.

"I make my own deal," Marcus replied cockily. It wasn't really his place to decide, given that he was tied to a chair and had a coloured and swollen face. "You're the one who taught me 'never miss an opportunity'." He chuckled.

"What's he talking about?" Newt asked, tilting his head upward.

"I'm talking about supply and demand." Marcus stated. It sounded like something a businessman would say: a sales pitch. "WCKD wants all the immunes they can get: I help provide that for them. So I lure the kids in; they get drunk, they have a good time and then," he paused for a second, "later, WCKD comes in; they separate the wheat from the chaff." He was talking about Munies as if they weren't people; he was talking about them as if they were... subjects.

"I changed my mind, hermano," Jorge began, his face darkening. He was clearly disgusted, "I do enjoy hurting you." With that, he lifted his foot and kicked Marcus in the stomach, knocking him (and the chair he was sitting on) to the ground. He pulled out a gun and held it to Marcus' chin, "Talk. TALK!" He snarled.

"Okay, oka-Jesus!" Marcus exclaimed. "But I'm not makin' any promises, they have an outpost in the mountains." Jorge pulled Marcus back up by the ropes around his torso and he continued talking: "it is a long way away. If you got half o' WCKD on your ass you're never gonna make it."

"Not on foot," Jorge stated, before leaning down and clapping his hand on the man's shoulder, "where's Bertha?"