Scorch Trials Remake

Betrayal

Teresa's POV:

I look out towards the mountains, I called WICKED and I don't know if I regret it but, I do know I have to find a cure to make sure no one else suffered like I did, but I put all the people I care about in danger when WICKED will come. I decided to climb up here to get some peace about my decision. I go through memories in my head till one comes to mind.

My mother. I remember keeping my mother hidden from people when she got infected because I didn't know what else to do. I remember the pain in her screams at night, the pit in my stomach wondering what to do with her. Suddenly a voice rips me out of my thoughts.

"What are you doing up here?" A familiar voice says. I turn towards Thomas and reply,

"Just thinking about everything that has happened."

" Okay well I'II leave you to your thoughts." He says.

" Tom?" l ask him.

"Yeah." He says.

" Do you remember your mother?" I question.

"Yeah, well at least I think I do." He replies.

" Do you remember yours?" he asks me.

" Yeah, she was a beautiful woman. She had black hair and it was always either in two dutch braids or a long braid down her head. Once she got infected I didn't know what to do, so I hid her from everyone. Every night I would hear screaming, yelling, and crying about visions in her head, until one day she stopped. I went to go check on her and there was blood everywhere. She said that she couldn't see the visions anymore because she had taken her eyes out. I remember thinking if kids my age were going through what I was going through and that's my main reason why I helped WICKED. I only helped them because I didn't want any kid to suffer the way I suffered." I tell him.

By now my eyes are closed and tears are running down my cheek as that memory plays in my head. I feel Thomas's hands on the side of my face wiping away my tears. He leans down so his forehead is against mine.

" No one should have to go through what you went through Teresa." He

says.

" But I did go through it Tom, and it still haunts me today." I say, tears till streaking my cheeks.

He says nothing and just hugs me. I cry into his chest as one of his arms is around my waist and the other is rubbing my back. I decide to tell him about WICKED. I step out of his embrace and look up at him. He smiles at me and I smile back at him but let it fade as I prepare myself for what i'm about to say to him.

"Tom there's something I need to tell you and you probably won't like it." I say.

I have to warn him, I have to at least get him to safety. He nods for me to continue. I feel a lump in my throat and I can't talk so I just cry again.

Thomas puts his arms around me again and comforts me. My hands skim his back till they reach the sides of his face. I look up into his eyes always admiring the brown color. I lean in till our lips are brushing against each other. I can feel him smile and I smile back to him. He finally closes the distance between us and it a slow and loving kiss. One of his arms goes around my waist and his hand is on my cheek slowing down the kiss. We pull apart because we run out of breath. my forehead is against his and I forget about WICKED and forget about what's going to happen.

"What were you going to tell me?" He asks.

" I'll tell you later." I say.

I lean in and kiss him again this time more fiercely, we stay that way until we have to breathe again. WICKED will be here soon, so I decide to warm him.

"Tom, WICKED knows we are here and they are coming to us." I say not meeting his eyes.

"What?" He asks.

" WICKED is coming." I say meeting his eyes. His eyes have a mix of fear, sadness, confusion, and understanding in them.

"You called them didn't you! You were up her waiting for them then just thought that kissing me would take away less the pain. Well news flash it didn't! How could you do this?" He yells.

"We need to find a cure, we need to save humanity. I didn't kiss you because I thought it would take away the pain I kissed you because I wanted to. Also so that I have one last good memory of you, before everything happens." I reply.

He looks over his shoulder and I see fear in his eyes. I turn to what he is looking at and see helicopters coming over the hills. I turn back to him and say,

" Run."