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MaC's Pov:

"We have to get out of here..." my voice was still shaky. Minho nodded, seeming not to notice the frailty.

"Better sooner than later, MaC," he said, "We'll find Thomas after."

"No," I shook my head, "After is too late Minho, we have to find him now."

He shook his head. "No-"

"You don't know what they did, Minho!"I screamed, probably alerting the whole shuckin forest about us, "They're monsters! They walk and talk just like us 'cept they're cruel and mindless, just like the shuck cranks back at the scorch!" My arms flailed wildly as I explained... We had to find him, before they... I couldn't think about that.

"You can't walk, MaC!" he yelled in frustration. "You'll loose your shuck foot!"

I tried staring him down, but he didn't budge. His even stare looked me in the eyes, daring me to deny it. I couldn't, but I wouldn't admit that. I groaned throwing my hands up theatrically, "Whatever."

He knelt beside me, the kindness back in his eyes. "You need help..."

"Pfft..." I said, building up my sarcasm...my walls. Truth was, I needed t get out of there. My mind kept wandering, taking me back to a few hours ago...Every sound I heard had me jumping in fear. "I'll be fine, tough as nails remember..." but it was weak.

He gave me a worried glance. "John went to get the others."

"John... smart-ass blonde shank?" he nodded. I groaned. "We have to find Thomas."

"You think I don't know that?"

"No, I just..." he shook his head.

"Leave it be, MaC, we'll find him after... you need medical attention."

Thomas:

The scene played once agan through my mind:

She was asleep, passed out from the pain. Her head on my shoulder, a hard line on her lips. He hair in her face and even in sleep, there was a determined look about her. But when the guard came in all that changed. Her eyes snapped open, bright grey eyes now the color of steel and just as hard. Her fists clenched, though she was bound just as I. More of the strange men came, talking in their strange language. I did catch one word, one very unfortunate word; Sacrifice.

I gulped, ballin my hands into fists. I couldn't let them take her, Minho needed her... and she was my friend.

They untied her from the tree, but they still had the upper hand. all of her weight on one foot, she still fought. She scratched, clawed, screamed, kicked and bit, but it was no use. She was outnumbered. One sent her into oblivion with a crashing blow of his right fist.

They painted men dragged the bleeding figure out of the little TP like house (the tree was in the middle) and into the black night.

I couldn't sleep, all that night I stayed awake, listening to the muffled screaming and wondering wat kind of torture she was being made to endure. I did something that night, that I hadn't done in a while if ever before; I prayed. Not for me, but for the brown-haired girl with grey eyes and a mean glare. For the girl both of my best friends had fallen for. For MaC...

"Please, be okay, please"

John:

"Wait... Is that them?" he pointed to two shadowy figures disappearing into the wood.

"But theres only two of them," Brenda chimed in.

"One had a limp," Maisie observed, "Its got to be MaC, you said she was injured."

"She is... or was," John concluded.

"That guy was too big to be Thomas," Harriet said.

"Still," Sonya said, "It was pretty far..."

"We have to find Thomas!" Brenda said determinedly.

"We will," Maise said, taking charge, "But we have to find MaC and Minho as well... and we already have a lead on them."

"But-"

"You can stay and watch for him if you'd like," offered Sonya.

Brenda nodded, her redish hair falling in waves around her.

"I'll stay with you, and then the others will go."

"Sounds like a plan," John said, "Now... Lets Go!"

A/N: Another chapter, care to guess what happened to MaC?