The Deadliest Generation: The Maze Of Monsters

Are We Safe?

Author's Note: Hey, it's the end of this book in this chapter! I honestly can't thank my readers enough. All of your support has been incredible and I love you all :). I still can't actually believed that I finished this book, and that I have the energy to continue it. 

And if you stuck with this book for this long, I feel honoured. I know this gets very sucky at times, especially towards the ends of chapters [particularly in the Spiral Games Era] when I got burnt out and couldn't figure out how to end them. I hope the next books development and chapters get better and I will edit this book for spelling mistakes and plot points. 

And I know, I know, probably not as much Newtmas as you guys expected... but as you have been patient with my longer - than - all - the - young - dudes - slow - burn, you will get Newtmas earlier than expected. 

And seriously guys, if you want me to make a little side story about River or Alec or someone, I'll be more than happy too [most of the characters stories are planning on getting explained anyway, though]. On with the final chapter - and the epilouge.

Trigger warnings: Swearing, British Swearing [do't question this].

Seven years ago

Thomas was trying to sleep. 

Honestly.

It was just... difficult.

The facility was creepy enough in the daytime, especially to a nine year old boy. With it's shiny halls, white floors and walls and glass doors, small amount of windows and balconies that just led to a very interesting view of fucking sandy deserts, it was even more terrifying in the dark.

The hallways always stank of medical supplies, and that didn't help the constant paranoia Thomas had that something was watching him, along with dark that seemed to hide secrets and stalking shadows in it's thick mist.

But despite Thomas's fear that usually plagued his nights and ability to sleep, this time, he had the itch to get out of this stuffy room and explore.

Just to get out of the claustrophobia that filled this room.

He knew that it was a few minutes past midnight due to his watch, and he still felt restless, although a little groggy.

Thomas dragged himself out of his warm sheets, and headed to the shower in his room.

The warm water washed away his sleepiness and transformed it into a sharp awakening. He got dressed immediately afterwards, in pretty regular clothes - just a dark blue hoodie and jeans. 

Thomas stood in front of his door debating, his motives swaying due to what he'd been told previously. Doubting.

He could ruin everything for him and his newly traumatised sister by doing this, which he knew was incredibly selfish. Teresa loved it here, he couldn't just wreck that to her and he knew it. He was younger than his twin, by apparently five minutes, and she was seen as a perfect role model in WICKED's eyes. Calculating, clever, motivated and calm in a situation that needed that. Blundering, impulsive, hyperactive Thomas was none of those things, so he had no idea why they picked him to help build their crazy underground science experiment as well as her. 

No matter what Teresa said to Thomas to comfort him, she was the smarter one, the better twin, and they both knew it.

There was a reason why his father had taken Teresa when he left.

Or Deedee, as she'd been known as then, a name which Teresa had happily dropped.

Thomas, who remembered her name, unlike his twin, had instead skirted around the name like a bad disease, acting like it was normal to call his twin 'Teresa', and that that was how it had always been. Teresa did the same with him, even though he wished she hadn't.