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WCKD?

A wild roar escapes the maze.

Thomas shakes in shock, wanting to say something to Newt, who covers the boys mouth with his hand. "Sorry Tommy, you have to stay silent now." Newt says, letting go of his grip, and letting his hand linger on Thomases face. Thomas nods, appreciating Newts touch.

Everyone is up now, staying silent. They were rubbing against eachother in the corner of the room, praying that no greiver got to them.

The roars were getting louder and louder, seeming like the creature was getting closer.

"Newt, if we don't make it out of this, I just want to say that I love you, so, so much." Thomas quietly whispers to Newt, grabbing his hand, and fidgeting with it. "I love you too Tommy, but don't ever say that word." Newt whisperes back, leaving Thomas confused. "What word?" The glader asks. "If we don't make it." Newt shortly replies.

The roars were now so loud, the gladers had to cover their ears.

Thomas was prepared to fight the thing outside. Newt announced for everyone to grab their weapons and get ready to fight. Not a word was spoken after that. Silence and tension filled the room.

The door flung open, a human-like silhuete appearing infront of it.

Thomas squinted his eyes, to better see who was infront of the door.

"THEY'RE GOING TO KILL YOU!" Gally roared into the room, throwing himself on the meeting table. "Alright Gally, calm the klunk down" Newt said, triying to stay calm. "I SAW HIM DURING THE CHANGING. THOMAS. THO-" Gally yelled, lunging himself on the window, taking a shard and peirecing the skin on his arms through. Thomas looked over to Newt, who returned him the look of worry and pain. "WCKED...IS...GOOD..." Gally last said, before going
unconscious.

"What did he say?" Thomas asked Clint, who gave him an angry look while examining his body. "WCKD is good. I'm not sure what WCKD is." Newt answered, putting a hand on his shoulder. the boys shared a look of fear, both knowing that they were thinking the same.

Thomas worked for WCKD.

WCKD made the maze, they erased their memories, they made the machines, wich were killing them.

speaking of machines, the greivers were still out there. roaring.

"silence, everyone. The greivers are still klunking out there, adn if you all don't stay silent, I'm going to throw you to them myself." Newt said, clearly annoyed. No one spoke a word from that moment on. Not because of what Newt had told them, but because of the fear.

The throbbing fear that was eating out every chest of the gladers in that moment. Thomas was so pumped with adrenailine, that he beleived he coud lift a mountian if he wanted.

The greivers were coming to them, there was no point in denying anymore. Soma gladers were crying, some were eating their fingernails, to the point when their hand started bleeding. Others, like Thomas, were just standing in a corner, with weapons pointed to the wooden walls, ready to fight.

Thomases head was about to burst, into billions of tiny greivers. Newt also seemed deep into his thoughts, so Thomas decided not to bother him. He was worried about Chuck, the poor boy was in another room with the other half of the gladers. He coudn't bear to imagine him cuddled up in a corner, scared for his life.

THere it was. A giant shadow of a greiver, infornt of the meeting room. The gladers were staying still. Thomas forgot to breathe, wich resulted in him gasping for air.

Newts attention was immediatley turned to him. "Tommy? Was that you? I can't see klunk in here." Newt spoke, in a whisper. "Yeah, don't worry, just stay still, so you don't hit anyone." Thomas quietly laughts. There was no point in being quiet anymore, the creatures roars were the only thing they coud hear now.

"SHIT, WATCH OUT EVERYONE!" Newt yelled, as the greiver broke the wooden wall, grabbing a glader Thomas didn't know the name of. But the greivers grip was too light, the boy escaped. "Newt!" Thomas turned to him, grabbing his hand, to reassure himself, that the boy was with him.

The creature was digging straight to them. Thomas did his best to avoid the greivers path, but it was too fast. Thomas noticed his grip on Newt slowly fading.

The griver got him.

He was yelling for his life, trying to kill the greiver with his knife, but it didn't seem to make it any better, all he did was waste energy. Suddenly, his world felt so light, no pain. He felt a bid woozy as he dropped to the floor. He took a look at his stomach, thre was blood pouring out of it. Fuck, fuck fuck, why do I not feel any pain? he thought to himself. Suddenly the world was not so important anymore, he felt like everything was fine.

"Klunk, where are the med-jacks?" Thomas reckognised the yelling, it was Newt, he coud see a tall boy towering over him, even though his vision was blurry. He smiled. Was he laying on the floor? Where even was he? What happened? Thomas felt as if he forgot everything that happened to him. And then the pain came.

pain, pain, pain, pain.

don't move, don't move, don't move

He desperatly hoped he woud black out. "No, no, no, no, Tommy, stay with me please." He sensed Newts british accent, he wanted to reply back, but he had no energy left in him. He mananged to murmur something, after that, pure darkness.

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(A/N) heyaaa guysss!! This chapter was a bid of a rollercoaster to make hihi.

ALSO NO WAY TYSM FOR 60 READS LIKEE

I have a question guys, do you want me to make short paragraphs, like I did in this chapter, or longer, like I did in the previous??

Thats all, ty for reading :)))