THE SCORCH TRIALS

Thomas sighed. He was sick of all of it. He let the anger go and blew out a long breath.' I guess it's just another part of this whole nightmare that makes no sense.'

Brenda twisted to look up at the sign. 'How could you not know what it means? Could it be any simpler? You're supposed to be the leader, take over. I'll help you, earn my way in. Earn a spot at the safe haven.'

Thomas laughed. 'Here I am in a city full of whacked-in-the-brain Cranks, there's a group of girls who want to kill me, and I'm supposed to worry about who the real leader of my group is? It's ridiculous.'

Brenda's face wrinkled in confusion. 'Girls who want to kill you? What're you talking about?'

Thomas didn't respond, wondering if he really should tell her the whole story from beginning to end. Wondering if he had the heart to go over it all again.

'Well?' she pressed.

Deciding that it would be nice to get it off his chest, and feeling like she'd gained his trust, he caved and told her everything. He'd given her hints and small parts, but now he took the time for details. About the Maze, about being rescued, about waking up and finding that it had all gone back to crappy. About Aris and Group B. He didn't linger on Teresa, but he could tell she noticed something when he mentioned her. Maybe in his eyes.

'So do you and this Teresa girl got a little somethin' going?' she asked when he was done.

Thomas didn't know how to answer. Did they have a little something? They were close, they were friends, he knew that much. Though he'd only gotten back some of his memories, he sensed that he and she had maybe even been more than friends before the Maze. During that awful time when they'd actually helped design the stupid thing.

And then there'd been that kiss. . .

'Tom?' Brenda asked.

He looked at her sharply. 'Don't call me that.'

'Huh?' she asked, obviously startled, maybe even hurt. 'Why?'

'Just. . . don't.' He felt terrible for saying it, but couldn't take it back. That was what Teresa called him.

'Fine. Shall I call you Mr. Thomas? Or maybe King Thomas? Or better yet, just Your Majesty?'

Thomas sighed. 'I'm sorry. Call me whatever.'

Brenda let out a sarcastic laugh and then they both grew silent.

Thomas and Brenda sat, backs against the wall, and the minutes stretched on. It was almost a peaceful quiet until Thomas heard an odd thumping sound that alarmed him.

'Do you hear that?' he asked, now fully at attention.

Brenda had stilled, head cocked to the side as she listened intently. 'Yeah. Sounds like someone bangin' on a drum.'

'I guess the fun and games are over.' He stood up, then helped Brenda do the same. 'What do you think it is?'

'Chances are it's not good.'

'But what if it's our friends?'

The low bump-bump-bump suddenly seemed to come from everywhere at once, the echoes bouncing back and forth between the alley walls. But after a long few seconds, Thomas grew certain the sound was coming from a corner of the dead end. Despite the risk, he ran in that direction to get a look.

'What're you doing!' Brenda snapped at him, but when he ignored her, she followed.

At the very end of the alley, Thomas reached a wall of cracked and faded bricks, where four stairs led down to a scratched and worn wooden door. Just above the door, there was a tiny rectangle of a window, its glass missing. One broken shard still hung at the top, like a lagged tooth.

Thomas could hear music playing, much louder now. It was intense and fast, the bass powerful, drums banging and guitars screaming. Mixed in were the sounds of people laughing and shouting and singing along. And none of it sounded very . . . sane. There was something creepy and disturbing about it.

It looked like the Cranks didn't just look for peoples' noses to bite off, and it gave Thomas a very bad feeling—this noise had nothing to do with his friends.

'We better get out of here,' Thomas said.

'Ya think?' Brenda responded, standing right at his shoulder.

'Come on.' Thomas turned to go just as she did, but they both froze. Three people had appeared in the alley while they'd been distracted. Two men and one woman, now standing only a few feet away.

Thomas's stomach dropped as he quickly observed the new arrivals. Their clothes were tattered, their hair messy, their faces dirty. But when he looked closer he saw that they didn't have any noticeable injuries, and their eyes showed glints of intelligence. Cranks, but not full-gone Cranks.

'Hi there,' the woman said. She had long red hair pulled into a ponytail. Her shirt was cut so low that Thomas had to force himself to keep his eyes focused on hers. 'Come to join our party? Lots of dancing. Lots of lovin'. Lots of booze.'

There was an edge to her voice that made Thomas nervous. He didn't know what it meant, but this lady wasn't being nice. She was mocking them.

'Um, no thanks,' Thomas said. 'We, uh, we were just—' Brenda cut in. 'Just trying to find our friends. We're new here, just getting settled.'

'Welcome to WICKED's very own Crankland.'This was one of the men, a tall, ugly guy with greasy hair. 'Don't worry, most of 'em down there'—he nodded toward the stairs—'are half gone at worst. You might get an elbow in the face, maybe kicked in the 'nads. But no one's gonna try to eat you.'

'Nads?' Brenda repeated. 'Excuse me?'

The man pointed at Thomas. 'I was talkin' to the boy. Things might get a little worse for you if you don't stick close to us. You being female and all.'

This whole conversation was making Thomas ill. 'Sounds like fun. But we gotta go. Find our friends. Maybe we'll come back.'

The other man stepped forward. This one was short but handsome, with blond hair in a crew cut. 'You two are nothin' but kids. Time you got some lessons on life. Time you had some fun. We're officially inviting you to the party.' He pronounced each word of the last sentence carefully, and with no kindness whatsoever.

'Thanks, but no thanks,' Brenda said.

Blondie pulled a gun from a pocket of his long jacket. It was a pistol, silver but grimy and dull. Still, it looked as menacing and deadly as anything Thomas had ever seen.

'I don't think you understood me,' the man said. 'You're invited to our party. That's not something you turn down.'

Tall and Ugly pulled out a knife. Ponytail pulled out a screwdriver, its tip black with what had to be old blood.

'What do you say?' Blondie asked. 'Would you like to come to our party?'

Thomas looked at Brenda, but she didn't look back. Her eyes were glued to the blond man, and her face said she was about to do something really stupid.

'Okay,'Thomas said quickly. 'We'll go. Let's do it.'

Brenda snapped her head around. 'What?'

'He has a gun. He has a knife. She's got a shuck screwdriver! I'm not in the mood to have an eyeball smashed into my skull.'

'Looks like your boyfriend's not stupid,' Blondie said.'Now let's go have some fun.' He pointed his pistol at the stairs and smiled. 'Feel free to lead the way.'

Brenda was clearly angry, but her eyes also revealed that she knew they had no other choice. 'Fine.'

Blondie smiled again; the expression would've looked natural on a snake. 'That's the spirit. Fine and dandy, nothing to worry about.'

'No one's gonna hurt you,' Tall and Ugly added. 'Unless you get difficult. Unless you act like brats. By the end of the party, you'll wanna join our group. Trust me on that.'

Thomas had to fight to keep the panic from pounding through him. 'Let's just go,' he said to Blondie.

'Waiting on you.'The man pointed at the stairs with his gun again.

Thomas reached out and grabbed Brenda's hand, pulled her close to him. 'Let's go to the party, sweetheart.' He put as much sarcasm into it as he could. 'This'll be so much fun!'