Disclaimer: I don't own The Scorch Trials. I wish.

Chapter Thirty:

"Dearie's you look lost, did you get sperated from that group of boys?" A old lady with torn clothes and flaking skin said with a rough voice. She had came from literally nowhere but was next to us in no time.

"A group? Boys?" Curie said confused.

"Yes there was about six of them and a girl, left like few hours ago."

"My Friends!" I shouted for joy. "But I just missed them.

"Thank you. But I have question. Do you know where I could get some medicine?"

"You'll need to talk to Marcus he'd know. Marcus practically runs the town. Yet he seldom has visitors. Luckily tonight's is his party night, if you two hurry towards the old townhouse just a block or so you'll know it when you see it." The old lady said rather insightfully, she left just as she arrived, undetected.

"Should we get the others or do it ourselves? I ask Curie unsure of the dangerous people attending.

"Just use the link to contact Nyx. But we need to handle this ourselves."

'Nyx we've found a place to get answers. Meet us at the old townhouse when you're done'

'Alright shouldn't take too long. See you there.'

We walked for who knows how long, as the rampart sound of music grew closer each nearby block we passed. It was weird motion to hear music blasting out loud, in the distance people were dancing and partying out in the streets like manics. Just a little while more into the walk was a large house where the sounds seem to originate from.

One the house are fancy drapes hanging from the ceiling of the front entrance. A line half a block long, spot lights with different colors sparking off the glass of surrounding buildings. Even in the Scorch the party scene was alive.

"This must be the place." I said rather nervous as we join the line of people.

"It's scary to think of the resources this man has at his disposal. Anyone has what we need, it be this Marcus fellow." Curie said as we moved down in the queue.

The music was hysterical and causing a series of vibration from the speakers from around the townhouse and inside. You could feel the bumping of the bass inside your skull. Curie seems to have straighten her hair into a bun, she didn't explain why she done such. But I guess it was a way to make herself look mature, in lieu the humidity did her no favors.

"These parties are the best, usually we have one the night before a Crank hunt." Said a man from behind us to his friend.

"I know, but they keep spawning and we keep killing, it's a endless cycle. But a armed society is polite society." Said a feminine voice yet held a animosity to Cranks. Could this city be filled of healthy non-immune people?

"Sucks he doesn't make deals with the Right Arm anymore, the weapons were amazing." The gruff male replied.

"I mean his new contacts are more giving and there's food to go around." Said the woman as the queue move a bit more.

"You think we'll storm the drainage system tomorrow?" Said a new voice to the couple behind us.

"I heard there been sightings of them in the Apartment Complex a couple blocks from here, clear that out and it'll be easy street for a while." Said the woman.

The entire line grew shorter and shorter as Curie and I just gave each other looks of wanting to vomit. These people are armed and deadly if they fight off the Far Gone's. Yet it was the only way of not being over thrown, the Cranks outweighing the healthy.

Soon the line was up to us. A rather medium height male with grey hair stop us from proceeding. He wasn't adamant on children entering there was other teens already that are inside.

"Your new around here, aren't you." His deep steel voice said dropping any hope of us entering."What's you're business here?"

"We seek audience with Marcus, word is he's the man who don't want to cross yet have as an friend. That last ace in the hole, I hope the legend are true." I muster up a strong bravado like I was fooling anyone with that.

"Flattery we'll get you round up in ditch left for dead. But to Marcus, it's the best way to approach him, he's egotistical like that. I hope you've ready for the price of admission?" Said the man trying to over take the sound of the next track starting to play.

"Price of admission?" Curie said with a rather discouraged tone.

"Here!" The bouncer said shoving a warm bottle of light yellow liquid. The smell burnt my nostrils. It had to be homemade booze. But to give it to a minor. It was absurd, but Curie took the initiative and took a hefty chug.

"No time to think about it, take your swig and lets move on!" Her voice said sharply.

I took the bottle and swallow the remaining content's as it brunt a hole straight down my esophagus, reaching my stomach. I felt the world spin ever so slightly. I push the bottle back into the his hands.

"Price paid in full, step right on in!" The bouncer said lifting the vale that lead into a extravagant living room of plush couches and chairs, coffee tables, the works. The place was brighter then anything I saw, the music really pounding in my head. I can feel the booze slowly taking over.

Curie and I saw the area swaying with dancing folks and bars full of drinks people sidestepping holding on to tin cups of liquor. To the far right was a spread of food although unrecognizable. People took food on little sticks. I took a stick of food which was ham, cheese and a olive.

"We need to find Marcus, spilt up and meet at the food table in fifteen minutes."

I nodded letting my body sway to the music taking a cup full of orange liquid. People always think as a open area full of shady trees animals in harmony at a watering hole in the dessert as an oasis. This right here with open supply of food and drink, a area to rest a body is an oasis. I can't believe I'm actually enjoying myself. Although this might be the alcohol talking. Going for more food my body bumps into another who appears struggling against gravity.

"I'm sorry." We both say in unison. I turn around to seeing a beautiful teenage girl nearly my height with a cute reddish pink hair and light blue eyes. Her clothes decive her looks as it was nothing but a green overcoat that seem rather loss on her hourglass frame. She was gorgeous a flower blooming in deadly desert.

"Hey…" She spoke rather cute and drunk.

"Hey yourself." I said with a deep pitch in my voice to sound a little more mature.

"I'm Claire by the way."

"I'm Ross, pleasure to meet you," I smile taking her hand and kissing it.

"Such the gentlemen. Sadly gentlemen bore me."

"Who says I'm gentle?" I said pulling her closer that there any room between us.

"Prove me wrong?" Said said stroking my face.

I lifted Claire up as she wrapped her legs around me, our mouths touching slowly against another. Pinning her body to a wall, my tongue met with resistance as she tries to stop me. I slowly nibble on her neck before she lets out a soft moan, allowing my tongue to reach her's slowly taking control of the situation. Together we slink to the floor as I inch over her taking romantic kisses over her face and upper torso. Claire's hands guiding me down to reach her breast, our bodies molding together. Inching ever so slightly closer I to take off my shirt. I motion her to remove her pants, but her hand grips something that makes me squirm In excitement. Our breathes rather fast and off beat.

"You're cute and I like you, but I can't make that commitment." She said nibbling on my lip.

"I like you too, more such I want this to never end."

"I've enjoyed our playtime, but I gotta get back to work. Trust me, you haven't seen the last of me, she said releasing her grip on my- As we both got up the party still In full swing, it seems we weren't the only pair fooling around.

"Farewell Claire."

"Don't sound so upset, most men never even get the pleasure of getting into breathing space of me. Laters."

Like that Claire left the party out into the night, something about her sounded so familiar. It's like it not our first time talking. I must be really drunk.

I walk over to the food table talking food here and there, drinking water. Soon after Curie came back to the table.

"Yikes did you make out with someone, you got love bites all over." Curie said grossed out

"It a party, might as well blend in and have fun. The things she did was-."

"No… Stop I don't wanna know. Anyways follow me, I found where Marcus is. Firstly we need to sober you up!"

Curie took my arm dragging me to the nearest bathroom. And shut the door. She was full functional. "Why aren't you wasted?"

"I'm still young, so naturally I vomited up the booze, now it's your turn. Stick you finger in your mouth until it triggers a gag reflex."

"I can't do it!"

"Don't be a damn baby. Force yourself to throw up."

"I really can't." I whined.

Curie fed up pulls my hair bending me towards the toilet bowl jabbing her index finger down my throat touching my uvula. Pulling out her finger trigger a chain of events. Next thing I know I'm hugging the toilet vomiting everything out of my body, it a greenish red swirls each iteration worse then the last.

"You'll be fine in a moment, just clean you're mouth out when you're done." Curie said walking out.

When all said was done I clean my face and mouth out and fixed my hair and clothing. My hair even longer then before, my skin a tad bit darker, skin on my hand flaking up. I can't wait to we leave this hellhole. Now it was time for answers. If Thomas had been through here and looking for the Right Arm, Marcus could have the information. He did work with them in the past. It was time to end this journey and get our Cure. Seven days reamins.