𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏 - thomas tmr

11 reignition

She woke up with a gasp, sitting bolt upright. Thomas and Teresa were sat either side of her. They were in the slammer. Minho, Newt and Chuck were sat by the door. She was still processing everything she had just seen.

"Hey, are you okay?" Thomas asked her.

When her eyes met his, she immediately felt relieved. They were together again, they were okay.

Before she could answer, "What the hell were you thinking?" Chuck burst out, clearly unimpressed with her idea to get herself stung.

Elizabeth shuffled back, "What's happened? Why are we in here?"

"Gally's taken control. He said we had a choice, either join him or get banished at sundown with you." Newt explained.

"And everyone agreed to that?" She asked.

"Gally has everyone convinced that we're the reason all of this has happened." Teresa said solemnly.

Elizabeth sighed, a pit in her stomach forming as she realized she had to tell Minho and Newt, who had been by her side for three years, had searched the maze for three years, tried to think of any way out they could for three years, that she had designed the whole thing.

"Well he's not far off." She said.

"What are you talking about?" Minho questioned.

"This place. It's not.. a prison. It's a test. Part of some sort of trials. When we were kids, they would make us do these tasks and then they'd monitor our brains. Like, experimenting on us. And then each month, one by one, people started to disappear." Elizabeth said.

"Sending them up into the maze." Newt stated.

"Yeah. But not all of us were meant to come up." She continued.

"What do you mean?" Newt asked.

"We worked for them," She looked in between Thomas and Teresa, her eyes were filling with tears again, just as they had been when they'd taken her away. She looked back to Minho, Newt and Chuck, "The maze was my idea. I made this place. I did this to you all."

"No. That makes no sense. Why would they send you up here if you made it?" Teresa asked. Her voice was hinted with sadness, almost disgust at herself.

Elizabeth knew exactly how she felt.

"I- I don't know. I did something they didn't like, made them angry," Then she looked up to Newt, Minho and Chuck, "All this time, I've been one of them."

"But then... that means while you've been here, we must've been watching you guys for years. This whole time we've just been on the other side?" Thomas added, referring to himself and Teresa.

Elizabeth nodded. She felt defeated. She thought, after three years that she knew who she was. Now, it felt like she had no idea.

"It doesn't matter." Newt shook his head.

"What? Newt of course it matters, we-"

"No. It doesn't matter. Any of it," Newt cut her off, "The people we were before the maze, they don't even exist anymore. These creators took care of that. What does matter is who we are now and what we do right now. Thomas, you went into the maze and you found a way out!"

"Yeah but if I hadn't, Alby would still be alive." Thomas said.

"Maybe. But I know that if he were here he would be telling you the exact same thing. Pick your arse up and finish what you started. 'Cause if we do nothing, then that means Alby died for nothing and I can't have that."

Thomas nodded, squeezing Elizabeth's hand and giving it a squeeze, "Your right. But we have to get through Gally first."

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