Pulling The Heartstrings (Thomesa)

Safety

Set in the Death Cure au
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The gun was pressed to her temple, her body trembling in his strong arms as loud hurried footsteps approached. WICKED guards were charging towards them with Janson merging out from the crowd, a sneer on his face.

"Tom...." She whispered, shakily as fear spread through her body. His hold on her small waist tightened, unknowingly keeping her close to him.

"Thomas, just surrender now." Janson sneered as he stared at Thomas. He gritted his teeth, noticing him step backwards with a determined gaze.

"Tell them to back off. Or else." Thomas shouted, loudly as he held a frightened Teresa in his arms. His chest ached, knowing he was scaring her with his actions. She was clutching his uniform, trembling against his chest as she stared at Janson. He had no choice.

"You won't shoot her, Thomas. I know you." Janson spoke, a smirk on his face as he stepped forward. He knew the connection between the two subjects when they were working at WICKED, it was still there even now.

"Really?" Thomas responded, stepping backwards as he stared at Janson. He kept the gun pressed to her temple, her gasp filled his ear as the gun nervously shook in his hand. Janson was right. The thought of hurting Teresa made his blood run cold, something he can never do.

"Shoot her then. Shoot her." Janson shouted, a sick smirk on his face as he saw Thomas was hesitant and knew he was right.

Thomas gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched as his mind frantically tried to find a way out. He knew only one thing in this cruel world, he could never hurt Teresa. Her body was still trembling against his chest, making him want to comfort her.

Her blue eyes were flickering towards the gun then towards Janson as she desperately tried to think of a safe way to keep Thomas alive. She quickly spotted the lever behind her, something that could keep him safe from the WICKED guards.

Teresa mustered all her inner strength, breathing shakily as the thought of him surviving encouraged her. She quickly turned around in his strong arms and pushed him and Newt into the platform behind before pulling the lever.

The glass door slammed shut, separating them as gunshots rang into the air and pressed against the bullet proof glass. She whimpered in fear at the sound, stepping backwards as her chest heaved.

"Go!" She shouted as her heart felt lighter, knowing he was still alive and stared at him. Janson shoved her shoulder, pushing her out of the way as he sneered at Thomas in hatred.

His brown eyes swirled with unknown emotions, knowing she just saved him as he silently stared back at her. He noticed she was holding back her tears, his expression unknowingly softening as he processed her words.

Newt quickly tapped his shoulder, signalling him that they had to run as their chance to escape was now open. Thomas watched her stare at him longingly, getting her silent message before he ran with Newt to freedom.
A unnoticeable smile grew on his face, she still wanted to protect him.

Author's Note: Please do comment what you think so far of the story. It really helps motivate me by hearing your thoughts. I'm hoping to update soon :)