*i can't remember where, but I stole this idea from a Tumblr user that I can't remember the name of. I wanted to give credit where it was earned*
Third person POV
It's been a day since (Y/N) and Minho were taking by Wicked from the Right Arm. They were each shot with the stunners and collapsed close enough to the ship for Wicked to steal them without Newt or Thomas putting up any fight.
They assumed Wicked were going to experiment on them, string them up and drain them like the other maze kids. Thomas and Newt didn't give up hope though. Thomas had promised Minho a long time ago he would protect him. Newt had promised to the love of his life that they would never be apart. Both were finding it hard to keep their promises.
Newt was pacing the room with his finger nails in between his teeth. They had no lead. No clues to get them to the two gladers missing from the rest.
They were all sitting around a large room in chairs making a plan. They knew if they didn't find them soon, Newt would loose it. She was his rock. The thing they kept him sane through the scorch and the maze. She was the one to build him up when he knocked himself down and carry him when the burden of his leg became too heavy. She gave him love like none other and vice versa. All he could think about was having her safe back in his arms.
"What are we supposed to do?" Brenda asked the quiet room. "I mean we have no idea where Wicked is or if those two are even still-"
"Don't you dare finish that!" Newt barked at her. "They're alive. Wicked needs us. Wicked needs them." Brenda sunk in her seat just as Vince switched a television on.
"Guys, I didn't turn it on. Someone else has control of it," Vince said warily while backing away.
The screen displayed Jansen- or as the gladers called him Ratman- standing front and center.
"This is the World in Catastrophe Killzone Experimental Department," Ratman began. "We are the organization working towards a cure for the flare virus, the virus that has killed most of our population and more as we speak. There is a rebel group called the Right Arm who is trying to destroy our progress and stop our work. They don't want a cure to save our world but instead want destruction and chaos. We have two of the traitors with us. Now you might think what you are about to see is cruel but our only intent is to stop the people who wish to live in this horrible world. We will accept the surrender of the Right Arm at any moment, but until then we must take any precautions necessary to save our world."
Newt and Thomas shared worried looks before turning to the old television.
The camera zoomed out while Ratman took steps to the left revealing the two gladers strung up by their hands above their heads. (Y/N)'s toes grazed the floor as the hook holding her up was too high. They both had their jaws clenched and pale faces.
Newt had fallen out of his chair and onto the floor shaking. Thomas tried to comfort him, but his pain turned to rage as he pushed through the small crowd to stand in front of the television.
Newt could tell she was trying to be brave but he knew her. She carried fear in her eyes just like Newt did. He couldn't stand anything about this. Her being tied up in the enemies hands, her being so frightened yet he couldn't help her and lastly seeing the love of his life fight for her own.
His eyes scanned over her face searching for any damage done. One single scratch on her would send Newt ballistic.
Two guards approached Minho making him squirm like a worm on a hook, and ironically, that's what he was.
"No, her. Let's start with the rebel princess first, shall we?" Ratman grinned flashing his yellow teeth. The guards shifted focus and stretched her arms up to lift her off the hook. They pressed her to her knees so Ratman and her could look at one another.
"Stop! She doesn't know anything! Just start with me! Let her be!" Minho yelled pulling on his arms harder.
Ratman cupped (Y/N)'s chin and lifted her eyes to meet his. He scoffed. "What a waste of such a pretty face. You could just tell me where the Right Arm is and you can be on your way."
(Y/N) seemed to ponder the thought for a moment. She threw her head back and spit in his face. The angry expression returned as he wiped the spit off his face. He stood up and walked away from the crouched girl.
"Looks like the princess has chosen. Let's skip ahead to level three." The guards dragged (Y/N) in front of a stump where her hands were now bound to. She was facing a blank wall with her back to the filled room.
Suddenly, hands literally tore the back of her shirt down the middle until before letting her rest against the front of the stump. She felt utterly terrified knowing Ratman had some sort of sick plan brewing inside his mind. She was just hoping Newt couldn't see whatever it was.
"I'll ask again," Ratman said behind her with a long leather whip in his hand. He toyed with the ends. "Where is the Right Arm?"
When she didn't answer, Ratman took this as his cue. (Y/N)'s muscles tightened as the whip snapped in the air. The whip drove into her skin, leaving a deep and fresh line of blood trailing down her back. She bit at her lip to stop the horrifying screams from escaping.
"Where is the right arm?" Ratman demanded with more anger in his tone.
"Go to hell," (Y/N) spat in an attempt to stay strong but her aching throat showed it all off.
Tears welled in Newt's eyes as he stared at her bare back. "We have to do something! I can't watch them torture her! We have to get to her!"
Vince approached Newt and placed his hand on his shoulder. "We get it if you need to step out of the room but we need to see if we can find any clues as to where they are."
"No. I have to do my part," Newt said standing up. He composed himself to the best of his abilities and noticed the two extra lines on her back.
The rooms were all silent except for the cracking of the whip when it came in contact with her skin. (Y/N) couldn't fight it any more. She whimpered as she lost count of his many times the whip dug into her back.
Ratman specifically made the final whip deeper, making (Y/N) scream. This in turn, made her begin coughing up blood onto the floor beside her.
Ratman, satisfied with his work, wiped down the whip that was soaked in her scarlet blood and handed it to a guard beside him. Guards with the W.I.C.K.E.D symbol etched into their uniforms moved around the room for their own tasks; two had moved a large tub of water into the center of the room while another two grabbed (Y/N)'s limp body by the arms.
She was positioned directly in front of the camera with a clear view of her miserable state. The humiliation she felt before returned as she did whatever she could not to cry. It was unbelievably hard thanks to the burning pain across her back.
Ratman stood over her again with the same sly look as before. "One last time, princess. Tell me where the Right Arm is and this will all be over."
Minho rattled the chains behind her. "(Y/N), everyone will understand. You don't have to do this."
"No," she croaked. "No this is bigger than us. Promise me you won't say anything." Minho hesitantly nodded with tears on his cheeks. No one had ever seen the runner cry before.
Newt could hear her broken interior pushing through her throat, dying to make itself known. But she was stubborn. She would put on the face until she physically couldn't. That's what was gonna get her killed.
Ratman sighed. "You brought this upon yourself." He grabbed her cheeks and squeezed them together.
Everyone back in the Right Arm could feel Newt's heart breaking as he watched this but it was entrancing. He couldn't keep his eyes off her yet he knew it was tearing at his insides. Wicked would pay for this.
(Y/N)'s mouth remained wired shut. Ratman flung his fingers forward sending the guards holding (Y/N) into action. One gripped her hair and buried and her face into the cold water as the other held down her shoulders.
Her body instantly went into shock as she screamed under the water and pushed against the sides of the tub. Many seconds later, the men pulled her out. She coughed aggressively to empty her lungs with blue lips from the freezing water.
"Where is the right arm going?" Ratman growled at her.
(Y/N) had had enough. Her tears mixed with the ice water. The boys dunked her head back inside except left her in for double the time.
"Let her go! You son of a bitch! Take me and stop hurting her! You'll never get away with this!" Minho screamed at the guards while tugging on his restraints hard enough to leave his wrists raw and burned.
(Y/N)'s head was lifted and the came cough returned as she clenched her eyes shut. Newt shuttered and cried on the other end of the screen watching her in so much pain.
The dunks happened several times until (Y/N) gave in to the pain. The energy had been completely drained from her body, allowing her to let the darkness succumb her. The guards lifted her up and took in her unconscious state. Minho continued to scream threats to the room as (Y/N)'s body was dragged back to the hook she was minutes ago.
"I hope the Right Arm will take these events into consideration. A message from World In Catastrophe Killzone Experimental Department," Ratman announced. The television then flashed the symbol for Wicked again before the screen flashed off.
Newt could no longer see his girlfriend but his broken reflection in the glass. Anger built up in him as he jumped to his feet and grabbed the first thing he could get his hands on, which happened to be a small table, and chucked it at the far wall.
His fingers ripped at his hair before he stomped into another room and packed up his stuff. He then rejoined the group of people in shock of the horrors they just witnessed.
Newt with a heavy heart and an anger driven mind said, "I know what we have to do. I have a plan."
