Chapter 2-

Hey guys I'm back with Chapter 2! I'm glad everyone who's read it has liked it so far and so so so sorry for it taking so long. I forgot to put in my first chapter that because of this story The Other Glade won't be posted as often, it's not on Hiatus but it won't be posted as quick. I'm also working on a Walking Dead fanfiction that might be posted or might not.

So before anyone freaks out, I know that Gally, Frypan and Clint also escaped as part of Group A but I want to circle the story around Minho, Thomas, Newt, Brenda and Aspen. So they probably won't be mentioned too much. Please don't flare.

Disclaimer: I do not own TMR, TST or TDC. I do however own Aspen Crane.

Minho helped his friend out of the hospital bed, careful not to go too quickly.

"Wait, wait, wait," Thomas urged, throwing a glance at his friend, "Ben's dead?" Minho nodded, "Alby?" another nod, "But Chuck is okay?" Minho tried to grin but it came out as more of a confused one, raising his eyebrows and making more of a grimace, "and Teresa was a simulated program?" Minho gave a look of uncertainty but nodded, "Alright…" Thomas sighed.

Minho practically carried Thomas out of the room, following Aspen. After a little while of walking, Thomas was back on his own feet.

"Wait…if Chuck is fine, and he was stabbed, what about Newt?" Thomas demanded, breaking the silence. Minho froze for a minute, but forced himself to keep walking.

Aspen flicked a lock of jet black and electric blue hair out of her eyes. She wore a black leather jacket over a dirtied white tank top, jeans, and ankle high black combat boots. "He just got out of surgery in Room A5. They're unsure of his results and he has a 50/50 chance of survival," the girl stated the words like facts, like the two boy's best friend didn't risk dying.

"Can we see him?" Minho questioned, he cleared his voice to avoid it cracking.

"I'd rather you not," Aspen replied, avoiding looking at Minho. Minho raised an eyebrow distrusting the new found possible ally's actions.

"And what about Group B and Aris? And your sister? Jorge? What about them?" Thomas asked, speeding up a little so that he and Aspen were walking at the same pace.

"Group B is in section B of the Hospital, Brenda is asleep in my Dorm, Jorge is still unconscious in room A22," Aspen responded.

"Okay, thanks," Thomas smiled.

Aspen smirked, "Feel free to look around. I have to go see Paige."

"Ava Paige? For what?" Minho demanded, curiosity hinting in his voice.

"I'm head of Security. We had a breach a few days ago, a couple Cranks got in," Aspen replied, walking backwards as she talked and and then spinning back around and continuing to walk.

Minho practically tackled Thomas into the nearest room—which just so happened to be a supply closet—he shut the door behind them, "You're not believing this klunk are you?" he demanded, "I mean, seriously?"

"If it's WICKED than I doubt they're telling the truth," Thomas agreed, "But it's Brenda's sister, and we can trust Brenda."

"She's not Brenda," Minho snapped.

"True. But she's an awful lot like her," Thomas argued.

"Ya, but, really? This place is way too good to be true! Think about it, Chuck—your best friend—was stabbed in the chest and then we get out and he's fine! Newt—my best friend, no offense—was shot in the head by you and we wake up here and suddenly, 'nah it's nothing just a shucking gunshot to the head'!" Minho threw his arms in the air.

"I know, I know, I don't have a good feeling about it either! But what do you suggest we do?! Run out there, grab Newt, Brenda, Jorge and the B girls and just leave!? 'Sorry guys! Just wasn't working for us!' You heard Aspen, Newt's in surgery, Brenda's asleep and Jorge's unconscious! Even with Harriet, Sonya, Beth and Aris we won't be able to get all 3 of them out!" Thomas shot back.

Minho gave a frustrated look.

"Fine. But if we get kidnapped or murdered or something I'm blaming you," Minho grumbled.

"Deal," Thomas rolled his eyes and exited the supply closet.

"What'd Aspen say Newt was in? Room…" Minho trailed.

"A5. Same thing as his tattoo said back in that freaky building with our dead guardian angels," Thomas replied uncertainly.

"He'd want to know first," Minho stated, "Besides, we should see if Little Miss Blue Hair was telling the truth or not."

Minho stormed off. He knew Thomas wouldn't believe him. I mean, honestly, how dim could he be!? The Gladers and Group B survive everything, make it to Paradise, put in charge of rebuilding Earth, and suddenly—right as everything is falling back into place—they're dragged back into the Scorch! It's obviously one of WICKED's experiments! How the shuck could Thom—anyone believe that klunk?!

Minho turned the corner into room A5.

Once inside his eyes widened in surprise. Newt was standing a couple footsteps from the bed in a hospital gown, his eyes were closed in pain and he had a scar going from his right temple to just below his eye.

"What the shuck!?" Minho demanded, obviously throwing Newt off. He gasped, startled, and stumbled forwards. Minho caught him quickly.

"Don't bloody do that!" Newt scolded. Minho put Newt's arm over his shoulders, supporting the older boy.

"What are you doing?" Thomas demanded as he ran in, "Minho! You said we weren't going to do anything!"

"This isn't my fault!" Minho retorted.

"Who the bloody shuck is Aspen?" Newt questioned, putting a hand to his freshly closed scar.

"A liar," Minho spat, "She said you were in surgery and you obviously aren't! When I find that—"

"Just got out of it actually," Newt interrupted, "Funny thing is…I don't remember moving into a hospital." Newt shot Thomas a glance, "And I certainly don't remember coming back to life."

Minho bit his lip, "Ya. How about we not talk about that."

"So, where exactly are we?" Newt asked.

"A hospital, somewhere in a city in the Scorch," Thomas replied.

"The Scorch!?" Newt demanded, standing up straight abruptly and then leaning back on Minho and wincing in pain. "Why?"

"Hey, we didn't do it by choice. Trust me," Minho added.

"Whatever. How soon can we get out of the bloody Scorch?" Newt looked over at Thomas, who had plopped down on the Hospital bed, looking stressed.

"I dunno. Soon as we find Brenda, Jorge, the girls, Aris," Thomas sighed.

There was a long drawn out pause.

"Why do we have to leave?" Thomas asked meekly.

Minho and Newt stared at him.

"Please tell me this is a sick joke," Minho growled, "Why do we have to leave!?" he demanded, "Oh, I dunno Thomas, maybe because we can't trust them!" he released Newt, who stood angrily by the room's window. "Maybe because it's WICKED!" Minho shouted, angrily grabbing Thomas by the shirt collar and forcing him to his feet, "Maybe because they put us in a shucking Maze! Because they watched as we risked our lives! Because they are shuck faced, slint headed, liars!" he hissed, "'Cause they sent us into the Scorch! 'Cause they fried Jack!"

Minho paused, his rage filled eyes looking into Thomas's worried ones, "'Cause they fried me!" Minho growled, "Maybe because they killed Ben! Killed Alby! Killed Chuck! Killed Newt! K—"

"I killed Newt," Thomas interrupted quietly.

Minho's eyes widened briefly, feeling a little bad for bringing it up, but his guilt soon reverted back to anger and he furrowed his eyebrows, throwing Thomas back onto the hospital bed and storming out.

If they were going to stay here, he thought as he stomped down the corridor, filled with surgeons and doctors, there was no shucking way he wasn't going to have a weapon.


Thomas's POV

"It's okay Tommy," Newt muttered, helping Thomas off of the bed, "He just needs some time to cool off."

"Klunk, Newt. Why did WICKED have to put us in these shucking experiments anyways?"

Alright guys, hope you liked Chapter 2! So, the next few chapters will be Minho, Newt and Thomas getting used to living in this new environment. We're also going to see Brenda's relationship with her sister, Jorge's relationship with Brenda (In my version of TMR, Jorge is only in his early 20's, not his late 30's or early 40's). And the Gladers can only take so much stress—especially tough guy Minho.

So, time for the replies.

MazeRunnerLover2002: Aww! Thanks so much! That was really sweet of you to say!

InvisibleSoul4: Yay! Thanks! I'm really excited for Rosa Salazar to! Apparently she has a Mohawk for Lynn, looks really cool! You can find it if you search 'Rosa Salazar insurgent' on Google. Thanks so much for your comment!

The Real World is Scary: Thanks so so much! I really appreciate your support! I will definitely try to post quicker! I'm really happy that you liked Aspen, I was pretty worried about how people would react to her.

VBallPanda: Thanks so so much! I have to do CRAZY CLIFFHANGERS! You know me! Does that answer your 'is Brenda dead' question? Ya, they all work for WICKED…that will be explained in more detail later on.

Alright, I'm really really happy that you guys are liking the story! I will continue to write and hopefully it won't take too long to post from now on, I will also try to post the Other Glade soon.

Quick note: If there are any capitalization errors it's because my shift bar is klunk right now. It is really hard to push down so I have to use the one on the right side of the keyboard and I'm not used to that so…erm…hard…

ANYWAYS. As everyone who has read The Other Glade knows, I've started putting quotes at the end of my chapters, well today's is from one of my favorite shows, AMC's the Walking Dead:

Hershel (glancing around at the Walkers roaming the highway that they're on): "Christ promised a resurrection of the dead…I just thought he had something a little different in mind…"

XD Cracks me up.

Please review and—if you haven't—read my other story, the Other Glade!

Update soon.

-AG