Gen kept quiet, trying to ignore the blistering hot sunlight that seemed to almost melt her flesh. Brenda took the lead, whilst Jorge took up the rear- which just so happened to be right behind Gen and Newt. She could feel his eyes burning a hole into her back as the Hipspanic man stared at his brother's mark. He seemed almost... sympathetic in a way. However, he took great pleasure in reminding her that he was the nice one. Glancing to her left, Gen's brow furrowed as she watched Newt limp beside her, just as how he used to back inside of the Glade. However, there seemed to be something off about him. It wasn't just the shadows under his eyes or the hurt set in his mouth. It was something more than that. He wasn't the same boy she knew in the Glade; Yes, he had the same name, he still stood around the same height with a kindly look as he tread softly beside her. But he was not Newt. This boy was too unfocused, too tired and too weathered down. But, she wasn't the Gen he knew either and Gen knew that it was just something she just had to get used to. As Brenda led the group down a set of steps that disappeared into the pavement, darkness swallowed them and Gen felt Newt move closer towards her so that their arms brushed against each other. Gen didn't speak, instead she just followed the sounds of the Gladers' footsteps until Brenda called for them to sit along the wall whilst she went to get them some 'tasty delights'. As the others all did as they were told, Gen was still, waiting as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She wanted to talk to Minho and Newt, she wanted to explain herself to them, or well, she wanted to tell them something that would ease their minds. Moving forward, Gen watched as Brenda moved out of the room and started to hand out the cans of beans. Kicking Newt, she raised her eyebrows at him, gesturing for him to follow her and as she passed Minho, she did the same. Much to her surprise, both of them stood, following her and towards the small room that was filled with cans, a small light bulb hanging from the roof that served as their only light. As they moved into the room, Minho quickly grabbed her arm and slammed her into the wall with a thud before pushing himself against her and holding her in place,

"Minho. Stop!" Newt growled, trying to pull Minho off of her, with no luck.

"What's going on?" It was Thomas who spoke, but Gen didn't take her eyes off of Minho's. She could tell that Brenda had followed him into the room, she could almost hear the sneer as she watched them.

"It's a bit funny you show up outta nowhere." Minho hissed. Gen raised an eyebrow,

"You think I'm a spy, Minho?" She asked, both hands placed securely on his chest.

"I don't know what to think." Minho replied. As Gen pushed against his chest, Minho wasted no time in quickly grabbed both of her wrists and pinning them either side of her head. As Gen was about to open her mouth to speak, she was quickly cut off by Minho, "You still have my coin." He muttered, stepping back and releasing her from his hold,

"If you want it back, you can have it."

"I don't care about the coin." Minho spat, "We need to talk."

"Which is why we're here." Gen said, finally allowing her eyes to fall onto Newt, Thomas and Brenda's faces before looking back to Minho, "So, let's talk."

"You start." Minho retorted, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Nothing's ever easy with you, is it?" Newt sighed, glancing at Minho who shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, so good to see you all again. So glad you're not dead." Gen began, looking around at the three boys who wore solemn expressions.

"That's it." Minho hissed, moving forward and once again shoving her against the wall, "We had a plan and then you just run off with WICKED. Why? It doesn't make sense." He snapped. When Gen didn't give a reply, he took a step forward and grabbed both of her biceps, "Answer me!"

"I wanted to get back at Peter for taking everything away from me." Gen lied, her brow furrowed as she spoke. It was always her intention to talk to them, but it was never her intention to tell them the truth.

"We were a team, Gen!" Minho replied, "We had a good plan. It was supposed to be you and me. Why'd you screw it up?" As his grip tightened around her arms, Gen grit her teeth, everyone was watching her, waiting for an answer; an explanation. Without thinking, she spoke,

"I did it to save Newt!" She cried, shoving Minho off of her. Looking around her, she noted the shocked expression that each of them wore,

"What?" Minho questioned, looking around to Newt who had gone pale at the very thought that she did everything for him, "No. No way."

"Rat Man said he was going to kill Newt if I didn't leave the group." Gen said, brushing down her shirt.

"So... you were tortured and... burnt because of me?" Newt asked, his brow slightly furrowed. Flicking her gaze to meet his, Gen bit her lip,

"No. I was tortured and burnt because I stupidly spoke out of line." She said through gritted teeth,

"And who is this Matias guy?" Thomas then asked.

"You don't know who Matias Alvares is?" Brenda scoffed from where she stood in the doorway, "Have you been livin' under a rock?" She asked,

"Actually, in a maze... so, kinda the same thing." Minho smirked, "Who is he?"

"Only the most dangerous man you can encounter in Denver." Brenda shrugged nonchalantly. "He's also Jorge's baby brother."

"So, what you're saying is... being a complete shuck-face runs in the family?" Newt asked, much to Gen's surprise. As Brenda's gaze shifted onto Gen a small smile crept onto her face,

"On the upside, with that shiny logo on ya back. No one in Denver'll lay a finger on you... all except for Matias of course." She smirked. "What'ya do to earn that, huh? Steal from him?" Brenda asked curiously, moving into the room. Gen shook her head, watching as Brenda picked up an open can of beans and a spoon and started to eat,

"Guy named Peter sold me." Gen shrugged.

"What do you mean 'sold you'?" Newt asked,

"Peter took Nik and I to meet him. Said that he wanted to show us what the real world was like..." Gen began, her eyes finding their way to her feet, "He said that he liked me. That I had fire... so Peter, being the complete slinthead he is, said he could have me after the trials. Matias didn't believe him so... I was branded."As her words came to an end, everyone fell silent, watching her with a mixture of sympathy and curiosity. Two things she hated. She had made herself clear. She had spoken her piece and yet, she still felt as though she was an outcast.

"Well, he's not bloody getting you." Newt spoke, "Simple as that."

"If only." Gen smiled, locking eyes with him. "Well, I've explained myself. What now?" She asked, in particular aiming her words at Minho, who, as their eyes met, swallowed.

"Everyone go. I want to talk to Gen alone." He said, his voice coming out in a soft whisper. As each of them took their leave. Gen turned to face him completely, listening as the last set of footsteps left the room, leaving the pair alone.

"Gen-"

"I'm not sorry." She quickly said, cutting Minho off completely.

"Didn't expect you to be." He said, taking step towards her so that their faces were only a few inches away from each other. "After what you did... how can I trust you?" He asked. Gen frowned,

"I guess you can't." She breathed. Minho gave a short nod,

"I have to tell you something." He said,

"That's why you wanted me alone, wasn't it? So speak." She said, being sure that she maintained a blank expression. Taking a breath, Minho spoke,

"I can't be with you and be the leader at the same time." He shrugged. Gen laughed, causing Minho to look up at her with a look of confusion on his face,

"You don't mean that." She said, shaking her head.

"I'm sick of you fogging things up. I can't think straight with you around. I just need a break... once we're outta here, it's back to you and me against whatever else is out there. It's not you, it's me." Gen didn't say anything, she hated him so much and yet, the thought of him leaving her made her want to die.

"No." She hissed, "You walk away. You walk away for good. There's no such thing as a break." She growled and without another word she turned on her heel and moved away from him.

"Don't turn your back on me." Minho hissed, moving up behind her and spinning her around to face him, shoving him away from her, Gen grit her teeth,

"I should have turned my back on you ages ago!" She screamed at him, her words echoed around them like a hurricane that destroyed everything it touched. Minho was silent, his grip around her loosened and his expression softened as their eyes met. Pulling away from him, she turned on her heel and moved away from him, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from her tired eyes. Every piece of her body ached. He did it. Peter did it. He had broken her.

A/N: *Braces self for angry Minhovieve fans* Don't hurt me. I still love you guys. But, this is Minho and Minho acts on impulse.