𝘔𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳

𝑨𝒗𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒆

Chapter is longer ~

(Y/n) had a firm arm around Teresa's arms. A spear in his other hand. Two boys dropped Thomas to the floor. Gally glanced at the boy in the sand before looking up at Teresa.

"This such a waste."

Winston bit his lip, unsure this was the best way. "Gally!" He called, gaining the boy's attention, "It doesn't feel right, man."

Jeff coughed up next to Winton, gripping onto his medical sachet. He shifted in his spot, "What if Thomas is right? Maybe he can lead us home."

"We are home," Gally responded. Stepping forward, his voice quiet with grief. "Okay? I don't want to watch (Y/n) cross anymore names off that wall."

"You really think banishing us is going to solve anything?" Teresa asked, her eyes going between (Y/n) and Gally.

"No. But this isn't a banishing, it's an offering."

Gally gestured for the butcher to tie up the girl. Teresa started to squirm as she felt rope wrap around her arms against a pole. The builder pointed an accusing hand.

"You really think I'm going to let Thomas back into the Maze after what he's done?! Look around you! Look at our Glade!"

Multiple boys turned their heads to the smoky field. Newt scratched his jaw, Minho nodding at the action. Chuck shifted closer to the Gladers, still a far way away. His body carrying multiple supplies.

"And when the Grievers come for what they came for, everything goes back to the way it was."

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(Y/n) laughed in disbelief. His body turning away from Minho and Newt. He scratched his shoulder, eyes moving to the dangling, wooden animals.

"They're going to come back."

Minho walked forward, following the Keeper into the hut— well what was left of it. Newt followed soon after. The screams still fresh in his mind.

"We don't know that! Just like we don't know what's waiting on the other side. What if it's just more Grievers? What if it's this- this Wicked thing? What if more of them die because I couldn't protect them?"

"No one blames you for anyone's death—" Newt started, his hand resting on (Y/n)'s bicep. He stepped to the boy's side, staring into his pupils.

"But I do! Justin would've survived if I remembered the Maze better. Jack wouldn't be dead if I hadn't made us get out from under the counter. Alby would've been alive if I held on tighter—"

"Okay, you need to stop with the 'ifs,'" Newt interrupted, pressing his hand into (Y/n)'s mouth. He pushed his body in front of (Y/n), separating the counter and the boy.

Minho nodded in agreement, "If Thomas didn't have you in the Maze that night, he would've died. Chuck would've died if you weren't there."

"I would've gone missing in the Maze if you hadn't found me," Newt added. He slowly removed his hand from (Y/n) mouth. (Colour) eyes staring at him with a sense of awe.