~|Charge|~ Thomas

Chapter 34: Into the Unknown

Warmth replaces the coolness in Linnea's body as a strange, enigmatic tension electrifies her skin, as light seeped through the holes in the wood above her and Thomas. One of the boy's arms was curled around her waist, holding her close to his body, and the other was loosely draped in her hair, feeling the softness of it.

Linnea smiled, feeling his warm breath on her neck, and turned around. Thomas, who had actually been awake for quite a while, had just been staring at her, watching the rising and falling of her chest. Thomas himself, smiled as he looked into the dark eyes of his lover. He, without saying anything, placed a kiss on her lips, the feeling of them touching, even though it had happened so many times before, still feeling like the most amazing thing to be felt.

"Good morning," Thomas spoke, his words drenching Linnea's skin with warmth. There are stars in his eyes and amusement brimming his words. The sight of him quickens her heart, and makes her throat thick with desire.

"Morning," Linnea said, placing another kiss on his lips, this time both going in further. "God, I love you so much."

Thomas carefully smiled into the kiss. "I love you more."

Linnea giggled a bit. "I don't think that's possible."

Suddenly, a shadow popped up above them, shielding them from the scorching sun. Linnea moved from her position on top of Thomas to see the blue shirt  above them that she immediately recognized to be Minho. "You two Shanks are disgusting," he said, making a revolting face. Linnea smiled at her best friend, but still did not move off of Thomas. "Big day, guys. You sure you don't wanna sit this one out?"

Linnea looked back at Thomas and said, a hint of sarcasm lacing itself in her voice, but not enough to be easily recognized. "You know, I think we're perfectly fine in here."

"Really?" Both Thomas and Minho said in unison.

The brunette female chuckled. "No, of course not. Get us out of here."

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The three had gotten completely ready, Linnea and Minho not having to worry about most of the things that they normally did, having the three of them being the only Runners. They had their running shoes on, their leather Runner-packs on their chests, a lunch that Fry had prepared for them in it, along with a knife for each of them, just in case they were to run into the situation of being confronted by either a Griever, or maybe even Ben, who they hadn't found proof of to be completely dead yet.

As they stood in front of the closed doors, Thomas reached his arm down, and grabbed Linnea's small hand next to him, squeezing it slightly, showing her his slight uneasiness, but was a little too afraid to show Minho it. Although he was nervous, Thomas couldn't ignore the surge of excitement that heated his blood. He had wanted this job ever since he heard about it. It sparked interest in his brain ever since he heard Zart yell it on his first day, when he attempted to run away from the rest of the gladers. He desperately wished to have it ever since his first night when he found out when Linnea was also a Runner, and he knew it was his calling in the glade when he was stuck in the maze, and somehow made it out alive.

The doors creaked open, showing its metalness through the sounds it emitted. As the doors opened, Linnea remembered how, the day before, she had just been watching the same thing happen, just on the other side of it.

Taking her hand out of Thomas's as the hairs along her arms stand on end, she started jogging into the maze, announcing to the boys, "Let's go!"

Both Thomas and Minho managed to catch up to her, but still trailed behind, marveling in her fast pace. They passed through the stone walls, covered in the ivy, passing all too familiar sections of the areas.