|They can take my heart, they can take my breath when they pry it from my cold, dead chest

|Song: The Resistance, Skillet

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Lisa's P.O.V.

I felt anger surge through me at the mere mention of Teresa's name but didn't respond. The idea of her escaping with the others while leaving us behind set my body on fire and made me wanna put a bullet in her head. But I took a deep breath, knowing that violent thoughts only made it easier for Wicked to take over again, and that was something I had to prevent at all costs.

Newt and Minho were firing questions at Jorge while Dawn was helping Thomas who seemed to be losing all the color on his face.
Newt took the hispanic man his hand and pulled him up although he grimaced by every movement. 'You better start explaining what bloody happened. From the beginning.'
'And be quick about it,' Minho added.
Jorge sat down on a wooden box, Brenda supporting him. 'Look, hermano, I already told you I don't know much. What I said happened is what happened. My head feels like-'
'Yeah we get it,' Minho snapped, 'you have a headache. Just tell us what you know and I'll find you an aspirin.'
Jorge let out a little laugh. 'Brave words, boy. If I remember right, you're the one who had to apologize and beg for you life back in the Scorch.'
Minho's face scrunched up and reddened. 'Well, it's easy to be tough when you have a bunch of lunatics with knives protecting you. Things are a little different now.'

'Would you stop!' I snapped, getting tired from the endless childish behaviour. 'We're all on the same side here.'

Before anyone could respond to that a whisper came from Thomas his direction. Frowning I turned to him.
'Huh?' Minho said.
'Speak up Tommy,' Newt added.
'They left us behind. They left us here for Wicked to do whatever they wanted with us.' Realisation struck me and I felt like a sudden hammer was thrown in my stomach. I knew the Gladers never liked or trusted me but they did trust Newt, Minho, Thomas and even Dawn. It just didn't make sense for them to leave without us.
'I don't get it,' I said. 'Why would Teresa try to escape? She's been acting like Wicked's number one fan lately.'
The others could only shrug in defeat. 'There's no time to bloody figure it out,' Newt said, 'we have to get out of here.' He pointed at the Berg.
Thomas nodded and turned to Jorge. 'You're really a pilot?'
Jorge grinned. 'Damn straight, muchacho. One of the best.'
'Why did they send you to the Scorch then? Aren't you too valuable?' Dawn asked, real curiousity sounding in her voice.
'Where Brenda goes, I go. And I hate to say it, but heading for the Scorch sounded better than staying here. I looked at it like a vacation. Turned out a little rougher than I-' He was cut off by an alarm going off.
The noise echoed through the huge space, bounching of the walls and ceiling. And in a reflex my hands covered my ears as I turned in a little circle, wondering what had caused this.
A sudden movement by the doors caught my attention and immediately I dropped my hands from my ears and raised my Launcher. At least a dozen of guards were running inside, weapons raised and they started firing without hesitation.

I ran towards Thomas, who stood frozen and threw him against the ground. We shared a panicked glare before crawling on our hands and knees to the wooden boxes Jorge and the others were hiding behind.
'Who let 'em loose!' Minho yelled.
'Hardly think that bloody matters now,' Newt snapped back.
Somehow in all the choas I noticed he had been saying bloody a lot more ever since he started getting more sick. I couldn't tell if I found that amusing or concerning.
'They'll flank us any moment,' Jorge yelled, calling me back to reality. 'We need to start shooting back!'

'Okay, I'll fire right, Newt fires left. Thomas, Brenda and Lisa you fire over the box. Jorge and Dawn scout a way for us to get to your shuck Berg. Shoot anything that moves or wears black. Get ready.' This time it was Minho shouting orders and we all listened without a doubt.
I nodded and shared a glare with the others. Brenda, who was sitting next to me took two guns instead of a Launcher. Her eyes were on fire.
'Planning to kill somebody?' Thomas asked. 'Nah. I'll aim for their legs. But you never know, maybe I'll hit high by accident,' she flashed Thomas a smile and I smirked at the boy who was turning a slight shade of pink.

'Okay!' Minho shouted. 'Now!'

We made our moves. I leaned on the box to get a good aim. The world around me erupted in screams and lightning bolts. But I pushed everything to the background and fired my Launcher at my first target. A woman who had her gun raised at Brenda. The grenade hit her in her chest and she fell backwards. A little smirk of triumph appeared on my face as I searched for another target. A man who came bursting through the doors, he was raising his Launcher right at me but I was faster and fired. I hit him in his leg, lower than I had intended but he fell down anyway, lightning crawling over his body.
A sudden sharp pain flashed through my head. I groaned and bent down, hiding behind the boxes. My view was blurring and I quickly realised was what happening. Wicked was trying to take control again.
I couldn't let it happen, not now or all our hope of escaping this place would be lost. Far in the distance I heard Minho screaming for Jorge and Dawn to make a run for the Berg. I had to pull myself together and help them. Forcing myself to take a deep breath I tried to get Wicked out of my head but the headache was getting worse and my view was becoming red. Desperately I searched for something to hold on to, some memory or feeling, something so strong I would be able to push Wicked away.

Suddenly the memory of Minho his lips brushing my ear when he whispered to me came floating to the surface. "I'll be your punching bag".

And suddenly the headache became a dull throbbing thing in the back of my mind. It was still there but I was able to ignore it. I had put up a wall to hold Wicked off. Feeling a bit sick from the pain in my head I tigtened the grip on my Launcher and stood up to fight again.
Minho threw me a worried glare but I simply smiled. I looked in his eyes and couldn't quiet describe what I was feeling, my heart seemed to be exploding in my chest everytime we were this close to each other. My body was set on fire everytime he looked at me and the fact that he was still telling me to use him as a puchingbag everytime I had to get rid of my emotions was good enough to focuse now.

I turned back towards the guards and started firing again.
Wicked was still trying to invade my mind. The dull headache became worse and I felt like throwing up from the horrible battle that was going on in my mind but I kept on shooting.
'Okay!' Minho yelled. 'First everyone reload. Then Newt and I'll cover while you all run to the Berg. Once you get there Jorge gets inside to start his machine while the others cover us. Got it?'
We all started reloading our weapons as fast as we could. Dawn seemed to be as carefull as possible with her arrows. She hadn't fired her bow yet but was reloading her gun. She noticed me staring and gave me a curt nod which I returned.

'Let's do this, muchachos,' Jorge said, almost sounding excited.

I bit on my lip and tasted blood. My headache was becoming worse but I had to concentrate. I threw one glare over my shoulder at Minho and allowed the sparks in my chest to take over my body. Filled with that fire I ran forward at his command. Behind me I heard the two boys launching grenades like crazy as the fire of adrenaline rushed through me while we sprinted towards the Berg.
Dawn was right behind me and I could hear her nervous breathing.
A bullet flew over my head and I fired randomly over my shoulder. I couldn't see if I had hit anyone, and didn't stop to look.
We had almost reached the Berg when a Launcher grenade hit Brenda's back. She fell down with a yell and horror filled me. That little bit of distraction was enough for Wicked to take control again.
A groan left my lips and I grabbed my head with both hands, dropping my Launcher in the process. I tried to look for Minho but my vision was getting too blurry.
Somehow I noticed that Thomas was lying on the floor next to Brenda, protecting her body from bullets and waiting for the lightning to leave so he could carry her. Minho and Newt had given up on the plan and were sprinting towards us.
I had to pull myself together. Nausea from the pain was washing over me and I wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep but I couldn't, I had to help my friends.
In the distance I heard screaming and shots being fired. It was a miracle I wasn't hit yet.
I tried to hold on to something, some memory, some feeling but the pain was overwhelming. I forced myself to take a breath, afraid that if I opened my mouth I would throw up but I had to breathe.

'Lisa!' It was Minho. He took my hands. 'We have to go!' He pulled me with him and I heard screams and shots.
The real world seemed to get closer but the pain was still too much. 'Lisa, I know you can fight this, you're stronger than them.' It was Minho trying to pull me back. I heard myself panting as if my body wasn't mine anymore. 'Lisa,' Minho said, his voice suddenly soft. So soft one wouldn't believe it was actually him talking. 'You can do this. Push those shuck-faces away.'
His words echoed through my mind and I tried to reach out through the mess of overwhelming pain. I tried to grab his words and lock them inside of me.
Then I opened my eyes and noticed Minho was pulling me along to the Berg. I hadn't even noticed I had been running.
Looking around I saw Dawn and Newt carrying Brenda and Thomas covering our back.

Finally we reached the Berg. By then I was breathing heavily, sweating like crazy. My whole body was trembling from effort and Minho had to support me as we got inside the Berg. Once inside I fell down but didn't let the pain take control yet. I took my Launcher and starting firing at the guards, hoping to do some good. I was actually amazed by the fact my aching body was still able to pull the heavy trigger. Minho knelt down beside me and started launching grenades as well.
Dawn and Newt had carried Brenda inside and Thomas was making his way inside the Berg.

It happened in a flash. I tried to scream a warning but the pain in my head was overwhelming me and I couldn't move. Thomas was hit with a grenade and his body fell down, consulving with lightning, at the same time the engine of the Berg came on. A roaring sound in the little room, bouncing through me like static shock, making my headache even worse. I tried to keep my eyes open and saw two guards standing above Thomas.
I tried to pull the trigger of the Launcher but my body was numb with pain.
Suddenly an arrow flew through the air and burried itself deep within one of the guards its chest. He fell down with a horrible thud. Another arrow flew and hit the second guard in the head. He stumbled backwards before falling, blood streamed out of the wound on his head, spreading terrifyingly fast.

Turning away from the horrific scene I swallowed my disgust as I saw Minho and Newt speeding towards Thomas and taking him by his legs and arms. They lifted him and I noticed little lightning bolts going up their arms. The two boys grimaced but didn't drop their friend as they made their way inside the Berg.
Dawn shot another guard who came too close.
Trying to lift myself up, I took a position by the closing door to fire at the last guard that tried to take us down.
The ship's thrusters hummed as they charged. The Berg started vibrating and I fell down on my knees again. Then I wasn't able to hold back anymore. The sickening pain inside me came out of me and I threw up. My body moved with pained cramps as I threw up everything that my stomach held. In the distance I heard Dawn's worried scream. The last thing I remembered before passing out was the door of the Berg closing and a strong hand on my back trying to comfort me. Then the darkness took me.