Just a small note before we begin...
I noticed that you guys didn't like part 4 as much. Is there a reason behind that? If so, please comment and let me know why.
Like I said before in part 1, I am open to suggestions to how the story should go. Please comment your suggestions so I can make the story better and improve my writing.
Now back to the story...
Brenda jerks me awake. I can't tell how long I've been asleep, but it seemed like only a few minutes. I look around.
The members of the Right Arm are yanking Immunes out of the van and forcing them into the Burg, as if we were animals. I turn to Brenda, full of panic.
But she has no control on what's happening. I watch as they grab her arm and drag her out of the van, just like the rest of the Immunes. I watch as they put her in line to get in the Burg.
They turn around and look at me, then start coming towards me.
I try to dodge them, but it's no use. I suddenly remember the man in the dark room's threat to shoot us if we ever protest. So I let myself fall limp and be dragged along with everyone else.
I watch as the Right Arm drags the others out and shoves them onto the Burg, leaving me alone. I know they're not selling me to WICKED, but having me walk on my own to the headquarters.
I shudder thinking about confronting Ratman again.
Vince sticks his head into the van. "You ready, Munie?"
I take a deep breath. "Yeah... sure." Vince ushers me out of the van and walks me to the Burg.
The first thing I notice when I get in is the smell. Who knew that hundreds of people in one room smelled so bad? I look around, trying to locate my friends.
I see Minho in the front of the crowd, arguing with a guard.
The conversation starts getting pretty heated, and I get worried that he'll try to fight. I don't know whether or not Vince's threat was valid, so I try to step in and stop it.
"Hey Minho... slim it, ok? You kinda need to calm down."I say, stepping in between the two.
"Sorry Thomas. But you should've heard what this shank said about us." Minho said, spitting in his face.
"Shank?" The guard asks, confusion flashing across his face. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Minho." I say, staring him in the eyes. "Stop it."
Minho huffs and rolls his eyes, but steps away from the argument. We push through to the back of the crowd.
"What the hell do you think your doing?" I shout. "You could've gotten yourself killed!" Minho shrugs.
"He was pissing me off! I had to do something to that slinthead."
"No, you didn't! Just... go with the flow. Things will be easier that way. Is that enough for your shuck brain to understand?" I say. Minho rolls his eyes again, but shrugs and looks away.