Thomas tmr - X reader fanfiction

Chapter Sixteen

Y/N POV

A sudden wave of pain shot through my entire body at a much higher intensity than before, making me tremble and fall down. Thomas' words, however, made me pay no mind to it as I fought through the pain and headed towards the back door. 

"Run!" Thomas shouted as the griever stormed in our direction. His words echoing through the long hallway, which we entered. I stumbled on my feet, desperately trying to keep my balance. "Y/N, you..." Thomas started. "I'm fine" I interrupted as we continued running. He, as well as the others, looked at me concerned but decided that now wasn't the time. The metallic sound of the griever bursting through the door rang in our ears. Thomas grabbed a hold of me as I started leaning on the wall for support. My vision became more and more blurry and a throbbing pain was banging in my head. I felt the screaming of my lungs and the will of my muscles go far beyond what could ever be possible. The way the griever made it impossible to fathom the fear of the chased. The way the need for escape made my head and heart run to and seek comfort in the once safe place that's now crushed and gone without a light or spark to breach the dark, leaving me with nothing but pain.    

"IN HERE!" Minho shouted pointing towards an isolated door at the end. We ran as fast as we could heading for the door while the griever rushed towards us. 

"Quick, close it" Thomas yelled and the boys pushed the heavy metal door but it was too late. The griever smashed through the door before we were able to close it but to our surprise, it stopped there - not passing the doorway. I looked around but the door was the only way in and out. No back door, no vent, no nothing. We were trapped. We stood there frozen in our steps when Newt whispered; "Any ideas?" we slowly backed away as we looked at the metallic beast in front of us. A rattle coming from it, almost sounding like... breathing? It made me ponder. It's breathing? But... how? why? Is it... alive?  

The griever started to slowly come closer and I felt Chuck tugging at my shirt, holding it tighter. I looked down at him, my heart aching by the fear plastered on his face. I caught a glimpse of the black colour, which now had devoured every last one of my veins and for the first time, everything became clear. The pain stopped. I slowly approached the griever, pulling away from Thomas' grip which he held me up with. 

"Y/N what are doing ?" Thomas whispered yelled. "Y/N get back here." He tried to grab a hold of me but I didn't let him. Fear visible on all of them but for some reason, some unexplainable reason, I wasn't afraid nor concerned. I carefully made my way towards the griever which was now standing inches away from me but it didn't attack. It just stood there, staring back at me as I was starring at it. I gently placed a hand on what I suppose is its head. My breathing becoming one with its rattle. 

"What the...?" I heard Minho whisper. "How... I mean... Huh?" 

"What is she doing?" Newt asked.

"I... I don't know" Thomas stuttered. "Y/N...Y/N?" I turned my head around snapping back to reality and the moment I did, the griever turned as well. I turned back towards it but to my surprise, it left. Just like the time at the glade. Gone. Without a word. It just silently left. I looked down and saw the black disappearing from my veins as well. 

I looked back at the boys, not understanding a thing and stuttered out; "Wha...what... just happened?"

A/N

Sorry for the short chapter and sorry for the late update, I'll try my best to do better and update on a more regular basis. And thank you so much for 8K views and 150+ votes <3 <3 <3