The group of ex-Gladers were, to say the least, surprised to see Minho, Gen, Newt and Nik joined by the new man. The man that Minho hated before even meeting; Matias Alvares- Jorge's brother. He was the one who hurt Gen. Who branded his name into her back... the man who apparently owned her. But, Minho would much rather die than allow him to take her. Keeping his arm wrapped around Gen, he didn't look back at Matias who trailed behind them, his backpack thrown over his shoulder. He could feel his eyes burning a hole into the back of his head. All of it was a game to the mad man and it seemed not even Minho's threats could wipe the smug smile off of his face. Reaching the group, Gen squeezed out of his hold and moved towards Nik, her brow furrowed, leaving Minho to turn his attention to Matias who pushed past him, a small chuckle escaping his lips when Minho shoved him back. He wanted to hurt him, hurt him like he hurt Gen. But, Minho knew that the last thing Gen wanted was for him to start a fight.

"Hello, hello." Matias smiled as he meandered his way towards a wide-eyed Jorge. "Long time no see, huh?"

"Matias..." Jorge replied, a slight pause after he spoke before he lunged at Matias, grabbing onto his collar and lifting him into the air. If that wasn't weird enough, what annoyed Minho the most was that A) It wasn't him lunging at Matias and B) Matias did nothing to stop him. "What're ya doing here, hermano." He growled. Minho could see the resemblance between them, not just in appearance, but also in how they acted.

"I'm here to help." He replied calmly.

"I don't believe you." Minho snapped, moving towards he and Jorge.

"Of course you don't" Matias interjected as Jorge dropped him back down onto his feet, "I hurt the one you love and for some reason you non-sociopaths just can't see past that-" Minho was sure that he would have continued to speak if it weren't for his fist colliding with Matias's face. As he staggered back, holding his jaw, the same smug smile on his face; the boiling rage within Minho boiled over. Just as Jorge did before him, Minho lunged at Matias, except, unlike Jorge, he tackled Matias to the ground, both of his fists colliding with his face in a steady rhythm. He didn't want to stop and even if he did, he couldn't. The rage was too much. He could hear the others screaming his name and he could feel both Jorge and Newt's hands pulling on his shoulders, trying to rip him off of Matias who laughed in between punches.

"Minho!" As her voice reached him, he stopped, panting as Matias's head fell back against the hard ground, blood trickling down his chin as he grinned. Allowing his arms to drop to his side, he allowed Jorge and Newt to pull him off of Matias. Minho kept his gaze locked onto Matias, who looked away from him and set his eyes onto something else that cause his grin to fade. Following his gaze, Minho found that Gen was moving towards him, a knife in her hand.

"You have ten seconds to tell us why you're here before I kill you." Gen said. The words were foreign to Minho, or at least... they were when they came from her mouth. But, it seemed to have gotten Matias's attention as he scrambled to his feet, picking up the back pack that had been flung to the ground after Minho had tackled him.

"Well..." He began, exhaling loudly. "I'm here to help you, as I said before your boyfriend attacked me, Soldadito."

"Not my boyfriend." Gen interupted, drawing Minho's eye and causing Matias to raise his eyebrow,

"Not the point." he retorted, wiping the blood from his mouth and wiping it onto his shirt.

"If you want the girl, take her and leave." Jorge said, his tone similar to that of Matias's.

"No one is taking Gen anywhere." Newt said softly, drawing the attention towards him. He had been fairly quiet throughout the whole ordeal, which made his sudden interjection surprising to Minho. "She stays..." Newt then said. Minho waited for Gen to look at him, or even Newt, but mostly him. He wanted Gen to acknowledge what he was doing for her, that he had done so much more than Newt, but... she didn't. Instead, she kept her gaze locked onto the one person he didn't want her to look at: Matias. The silence that had fallen over the startled crowd was broken by the sound of Matias's laugh,

"You lot are thick, aren't ya?" He chuckled for a minute before frowning slightly at Newt who crossed his arms, "I'm here to help you guys." He said for the third time, this time swinging around so he could look at the entire group before setting his gaze back onto Newt. "You see... I was getting bored being all by myself... unfortunately Peter isn't the most entertaining person... but, you'd know about that, wouldn't you, love?" He then asked, looking to Gen who's head snapped up from the spot on the ground she had been staring at,

"Shut up." She hissed, moving forward so that she and Matias were a few inches apart. He was at least a head taller than her, and wore a dark smile as he continued to glare at him. "I want you to leave. Go back to Peter and tell him whatever you want. I don't care." She snapped. Matías once again chuckled,

"I don't answer to Peter. I don't answer to you either." He added, raising his eyebrow slightly, "Basically, Soldadito, I think we should start over."

"You branded me." Gen replied, reminding the group of the hell that she had been through before she had found her way back to them. And reminding Minho of what a shuckface he had been when he had treated her like a traitor. But, it was too late to fix things, Gen was under the impression that he didn't trust her... which, in some ways he didn't. But, he still wanted her more than he wanted his own freedom... the only issue was, so did Newt and he had already burned his bridge when he had forced Gen to end things between them... yet, the thought of her being with anyone else, made him sick. So, basically, Minho wanted her, but at the same time didn't because another wanted her and yet, wanted no one else to be with her. Guess that was just his stubbornness mixed in with his stupidity talking.

"Hm, that was a bad day for me." Matias replied with a shrug. After Gen gaze to response, Matias pursed his lips, "Would you'd 'ave been happier if I killed you?" He asked sarcastically. Gen however stood her ground,

"If you wanted to kill me, I'd already be dead, shuck."

"There's still time, Soldadito." Matias replied, before his brow furrowed, "What's a shuck?"

"You." Minho said in a low growl. Everytime the man opened his mouth, Minho had the urge to punch it... again. Looking over his shoulder, Matias flashed him a small, curious smile before he quickly looked him up and down and turned his attention back to Gen,

"I like him."

"Good for you." Gen replied. Matias once again smiled before he swung the backpack from his shoulder and unzipped it.

"Look, I even got you a... peace offering." He said, rummaging through the bag as he spoke. Moving forward, Minho tried his best to peer into the bag, ready to act if he pulled out anything that could hurt Gen or anyone else in the group. However, instead of a knife, gun or anything else that had popped into Minho's mind, the most dangerous man in Denver, according to Gen, pulled out a stuffed bear. "Ta da." He grinned, holding the bear out to Gen who kept a serious expression, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Okay, that's it, slinthead-" Minho began, once again moving towards Matias who sighed,

"That tempers going to get you in trouble, Minho." He said with a slight pout, "It's already driven Genevieve away... basically all of your friends away..."

"You think my temper is bad with her?" Minho asked, as Matias moved the bear in front of his face, "I like Gen. I don't like you." He growled, moving forward and ripping the bear from Matias's hands. Before Minho could speak once more, Gen had already spoken,

"You can stay." She said. "I'll let you help us."

"Huh, in what world does that make sense?" Matias grinned, "But, I'm glad that you've come to your senses." He said, grabbing the bear back from Minho and tossing it towards Gen who caught it. "Let's go pick up Thomas and Brenda then, huh?" Matias grinned, moving past Jorge. No one bothered to ask how he knew about what they were trying to do and to be honest, Minho didn't care. All he cared about was getting the hell outta the scorch and saving Gen.