A/N: So my partner might not be editing for a while, I will still publish every Wednesday, she is having some issues, so I hope you still read this. Also if you can please write some feedback. I really apreiciate it. Now without further ado, let's get on with chapter.

Ch 4: The price

"Nooooooooooooooooo!" I cried. I put my head down and a gag went over my mouth. Tears streamed down my face. How could I be so stupid? I should've just said no like my instincts said too. But Brenda insited, and I couldn't stop from saying no.

Somehow Brenda got the gag out of her mouth and started yelling at me. "It's always Newt, isn't it?" She said in a huff. "What if-what if I died, huh? Or Minho? How would you react? And we aren't immunes! We can't cheat death like Newt did! And you didn't even react when Teresa died! Tom! Stop being so absorbed with Newt Tom!" I flinched at the words Tom.

"So you do care, do you?" But then a guard noticed and put the gag over her mouth again. All she could do was glare at me, and the WICKED soldier.

Soon enough a WICKED soldier came in and did the oddest thing. She undid the gag in Bredna's mouth, my mouth, and Minho's. Then she took off her mask. "I'm so sorry. I don't know why I joined WICKED. Well, it was ruled by a nice owner, until Janson took over." She shuttered. The girl was pale with freckles and red straight hair that went down to her shoulders. She looked no older than 16.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Oh, right. Sorry about that." She chuckled. "Name's Evanlyn."

"Nice name. Now do you mind helping us with the ropes?" I moshoned my eyes down while she untied them then sat down.

"I'm assuming you're looking for your friend, Newt?" She asked.

"Yeah."

"He's forced to work for WICKED and tell them everything you guys know. They're going to drug him to make him tell the truth. I'm not sure what it is."

"Thanks." I got up and headed towards the door.

"Wait." Brenda said calmly and I stopped. "We should take Evanlyn."

"Why?" Minho asked. "She works for WICKED."

"I don't. I quit. Take me or leave me, I'm just here to help." Avanlyn said and stood up. She took off the outfit and underneath was another outfit. A normal, casual outfit. White shirt black jacket and jeans. She also wore running shoes.

"Did you-"

"Just take her." Brenda said, a little irritated and dragged the girl by the wrist. Brenda walked out the door with annoyance. Minho and I tagged along behind, not saying a word. Until now.

"Why is Brenda so mad at me?" I asked.

"Well you haven't been doing anything lately except…" Minho trailed off and started mimicking me. "Is Newt OK? Is he hurt? Nobody touches him." I saw his point. I guess I was a little obsessed with keeping him OK. "And you haven't even felt sad for Teresa." I flinched at the name. "See? I know you still care. Just… Newt can take care of himself." As on que, there was banging and screaming. Then came Newt with Evanlyn right behind.

"That wasn't so hard!" She said cheerfully.

"I hate this girl." Minho muttered in my ear then walked along besides Newt. I tagged along in the back.

It was true. Maybe I should let Newt have a day to himself. Maybe I should just- my thoughts were interrupted by more screams and bangs. "Please tell me that was that girl that bloody saved me." Newt said.

"I'm right here." Avanlyn scolded.

"Then who is it?"

"It?" A cruel, dreary voice said. "Looks like we have another trater. And congradulations, Thomas. You took the bait, once again. I will now use you to make more cures and sell it. WICKED will become rich. Thanks to one of your friends of course "He held up immune from the Safe Haven. "I believe this boy's name was Aris." Janson said.

"Was?" Brenda said, slowly shying away.

"Yes, was. And I have you surrounded."