Sacrifice: A Maze Runner Fanfiction (After The Death Cure)(COMPLETED)

~Sacrifice: A Maze Runner Fanfiction~

  Teresa gasped as she felt the cold water against her dry skin. She stood up, reflexively on her bed. Her head was throbbing, and she could still hear the faint whisper in her head. "Teresa..." the voice was coming closer. "Teresa...

  She looked up in shock to see Thomas, holding a now empty glass. "Teresa, are you okay?" he knelt down beside her, and twisted his fingers in her hair. She looked miserable, and her heart was still beating fast from the adrenaline.

  She looked around, trying to calm herself down. "It's okay," she whispered. "Just a bad dream." Thomas came close and hugged his best-friend. Her face, now wet with the water Thomas had poured on her, was flooded with relief. She let herself enjoy the pleasant feeling of his embrace. She felt her body relax as they pulled apart.

  "It's okay," Thomas whispered. His voice reminded Teresa of a father, who had just looked around the room of a child, and was assuring him that there were no monsters under the bed. But Teresa could still see the rage filled face of Thomas. She could still feel the tug against her throat. She sighed, repeating Thomas' words over and over in her head. "It's okay," she breathed. "It's okay."

  She looked up at Thomas' face, still expecting to see dark pits instead of eyes, but all she saw was the worried look of a friend. "He's immune." she thought to herself. " The Flare isn't going to hurt him."

  Thomas brushed his hand on Teresa's cheek. "Hey," he sat down beside her. "It was just a dream, it wasn't real."

  "But it felt real." Teresa murmured. As if reading her thoughts, Thomas sighed and lowered his tone.

  "Don't worry," he whispered. "I get them too."

  A spark of rage bloomed inside of Teresa's chest. Her voice was shaking, but she was able to keep her tone under control.

  "I think we all get nightmares," Teresa spat. "After all the things WICKED did to us.

  "I suppose that's true." Thomas replied. "But we can't spend the rest of our lives, thinking about our past. We have to move on."

  "I know." Teresa looked around at her wet hair and clothes. She slowly got up, heading towards the small bathroom across the hall.

  "I should probably get cleaned up." Teresa laughed. "I'll see you later, okay?"

  "Sure." Thomas replied, he looked down at his feet, clasping his hands together. He didn't sound like it, but he seemed sad to see Teresa leaving. He lied down on Teresa's bed and turned around, just in time to see the door shut behind his best-friend.

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  Thomas sat in Teresa's bed, deep in thought. The things Teresa said were still lingering in his head. "We all get nightmares," she had said. "After all the things WICKED did to us."

  Thomas couldn't agree more. In the first few years in the paradise, he would wake up every day in the middle of the night, horrified by the surge of nightmares. He thought about the things he saw:

  Chuck. With his chubby, crumbled body. He remembered seeing him suddenly awake, eyes bloodshot, his clothes ripped and torn. The bullet-wound still oozing blood.

  He had screamed and trashed, splattering blood everywhere. His voice had been impossibly loud, and he had come closer and closer to Thomas, leaving him horrified.

  "You promised!" he had screamed. "You promised!"...

  But it wasn't only Chuck haunting his dreams.

  He had seen Newt, multiple times. His eyes filled with rage and his clothes covered in blood. He had felt his hands on his, slowly pulling the gun to Newt's temple. And he had heard him, pleading over and over for his death. "Please Tommy. Please."
"Please Tommy. Please."

  To Thomas, the words had felt like someone was drilling right into his skull. He had tried to pull the gun away every time. But Newt's grip would be too strong. And even if he hadn't even touched the trigger, the gun would still go off. Leaving a hole right in the middle of Newt's soft, kind eyes.

  "It's all WICKED's fault!" he thought to himself. "If it weren't for their stupid trials, Newt and Chuck would still be alive."

  He wanted to scream and cry. But he knew that it wouldn't do him any good. They were gone. Never coming back. But after what had happened with Teresa, Thomas couldn't help but feel the slightest bit of hope, that maybe his fallen friends were still alive.