~|Charge|~ Thomas

Chapter 35: You

The three Runners burst through the open door, having retained the most valuable information that anyone in the glade could have ever found. Much like the day before, there was a large group of boys waiting for them there, and tons of questions immediately burst out. 

"What the hell's going on out there?" Newt immediately asked, as the three pounded through a puddle, reaching the green of the glade.

"What've you done now, Thomas?" Gally asked, and Linnea sent him a piercing look in her eyes, staring into his blue ones, showing her anger.

"We found something," Thomas stated. "A new passage. We think it could be our way out."

"Really?" Newt asked, disbelief in his voice.

"It's true," Minho answered as all of them continued to walk forward. "We opened a door, something we've never seen before."

"Yeah," Linnea agreed, sharing her opinion on the subject. "I think it's where the Grievers go during the day."

"Wait," the smallest glader, meaning Chuck caught up to them. "Woah, woah. You're saying you found the Griever's home? And you want us to go in?"

"Their way in could be our way out, Chuck."

"Yeah," Gally's annoyed voice spoke. "Or, there could be a dozen Grievers waiting on the other side. The truth is," he stopped Linnea, grabbing her arm and stopping all of them. "Thomas and Linnea don't realize what they've done," And then he slapped her. "As usual."

Something about him slapping her cheek took some sort of unwanted pain towards her. The pain was more ferocious as the sun beat against her skin. She was pulled back by Thomas, who went to confront Gally, and slung into Minho's arms, who immediately placed his hand against her cheek, the coolness seeming to help heal it.

"Well at least we did something, Gally," Thomas got right up in Gally's face. "I mean, what've you done besides hide behind these walls all the time, huh?"

"Let me tell you something, Greenie," Gally challenged, venom seeping itself into his voice. "You've been here three days, alright. I've been here three years-"

"Yeah, you've been here three years and you're still here, Gally!" Thomas made a major come-back, resulting in a lot of impressed expressions from the gladers. "Alright, so what does that tell you? Maybe you should start doing things a little differently."

Thomas continued to ramble onto Gally, but suddenly, moving her out of Minho's grasp, Linnea felt Teresa's presence as heavy as an anchor, her voice calling to them. Although she wanted to ignore it, if it wasn't something important, it would just give Linnea another reason not to like her.

"Hey!" the dark-haired newest girl called. "It's Alby! He's awake."

Linnea and Thomas gained a special eye contact, before following her out towards the Med-jack hut. As they walked, right as they approached the hut, some that were authorized went in, Thomas stopped Linnea. He placed his hand on her cheek, the one that had been stricken by Gally. "Hey," he said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Linnea said, placing her hand on his. "I'm fine."

Thomas ran his hand through his dark, chestnut hair, as he noticed the uneasiness that was placed on Linnea's shoulders. "No," he said, softly. "Something's bothering you."

"It's just. . ." Linnea looked up at his eyes, a striking hazel with brilliant flecks of yellow that she hadn't exactly noticed before. "I'm worried. If Alby's awake, we don't know what might come. We don't know if he'll remember something, or if there's something wrong with him. We don't know what he'll tell us. It's just kind of frightening."

Thomas cupped her cheeks and placed a kiss on her lips. He knew her feeling that was pitted in her stomach. The worry. He had it too. Something that he knew calmed him was the feeling of her. It always helped him take away his nerves, just like that very morning before they headed off into the maze. Just the touch of her hand helped him feel better.

Linnea too, craved that feeling. Her nerves were almost too much to bear at times, even though she wouldn't show it. Well, she would only show it to Thomas. Still, a relaxed warmth filled inside her chest as she sinks into the comfort of his lips. When she pulled away, Linnea looked him straight into his whiskey eyes, her brown ones meeting them perfectly, and said, "Let's go in."

Thomas's lips press together as he dips his head in a small nod, before her small hand was placed in his, and they walked in together.

When they walked in, everyone was gathered around Alby as he sat on the bench, a towel wrapped around his body. He was staring off into nothing but the oblivion that masked itself in his brain.

"Hey Alby," Linnea bent down, as Thomas nervously backed off into the corner, his arms folding across his broad chest. His shoulders stiffen as he keeps focus on Alby, worried about something happening like the day before, worried about something happening to Linnea. "We might've just found our way out of the maze. Do you hear me? We could be getting out of here."

Tears enveloped themselves in Alby's eyes as he spoke for the first time, slowly shaking his head. "We can't." Those two words, and only those two sent a chill that touched Linnea's core. Her pale skin darkens to Crimson. "We can't leave. They won't let us."

"What're you talking about?" Linnea asked, her voice cracking. Alby slowly held out his palm. She pressed her hand on Alby's open palm, coolness nips at her skin. His words were so exasperated that they took her by surprise.

"I remember."

That was all that Linnea almost feared. Something inside her almost didn't want to remember her past. Her past scared her. The only thing that she would want to know was Thomas. Her relationship with him. What he felt when she was torn away from him. "W-w-what do you remember?" Linnea stuttered. Thomas came in, placing a hand on her back.

Alby finally made a motion that was other than moving his lips, turning head towards Linnea and Thomas. Linnea barely let herself hear Alby as he spoke, knowing what might come, his words like a thousand knives. 

"You."

Linnea's shoulders tense up as nerves writhe within her as she feels the gaze of the others placed firmly on them.

"You were always their favorite, Thomas," Alby spoke, his words staining their hearts. "And Linnea, they hated you. You refused, and yet they needed you more than anyone else. You weren't supposed to be here." Linnea's body ignites with shame. It comes in a heat that fills her belly, and a rush of nerves that make her movements sharp. Alby spoke again as voices turned the others heads away. "Why did you do this?" A tear dripped down his cheek. "Thomas, why did you come here?"

The voices outside of the hut started getting louder, panic overflowing in them, and Thomas picked Linnea up by her shoulders, and rushed her out, but her gaze didn't leave Alby until she was completely out of the hut.

Outside, everyone was running around with their torches, panic overflowing in the voices of them. Linnea and Thomas approached Winston and asked, "Hey, Winston, What's going on?"

"Its the doors," he said. "They aren't closing."

Author's Note:

Shorter chapter! I don't know. I just didn't have the passion to make this longer so I hope you like this much of it. Alby remembers FREAKING Linnea and the FREAKING BEAUTIFUL Thomas! He said that Linnea wasn't supposed to be there. What do you think that will mean? Something important? If you remember, it was the third chapter that Linnea was put in the maze, so if you need a refresher, please go check that out! I love how Linnea and Thomas confide in each other for everything. It just makes their relationship even more special. Also, in two days I have this appointment and to go to it I have to be sleep deprived so I am only going to be able to get up to three hours of sleep which knowing me will end up being zero, and have to be there at like eight. If you guys read this can you please pray for me. It's not like a life or death situation, but it can help determine somethings in my future. Thank You!!

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