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

~Sacrifice: A Maze Runner Fanfiction~

  It was the noise outside the hall that caught Teresa's attention. She got up, slowly from the bed. Her still healing arm protesting in pain. She tried to ignore the ache and opened the door.

  Outside, just opposite to her room, was Zart. She immediately recognized him as one of The Med-Jacks back in the Glade. She wondered why he was standing there, just leaning against the wall, when she saw the pile of white paper on the floor. Her eyes skipped over various names and pictures until they landed on a small photograph of a child.

  Teresa slowly picked up the form that she now knew as Newt's. Her eyes skimmed the page and her heart sank.

  "It's Thomas..." Zart spoke, his voice trembling. "He just rushed off-" But Teresa didn't catch the rest of his words, she was busy running. She ignored Zart as he shouted after her. She had to get out of the building.

  She had to find Thomas...

***

  Teresa ran along the woods, searching for Thomas. She was still clutching Newt's form tight in her hands. She ran among low branches and wet, muddy ground.

  "Tom!" she shouted. "Tom!" But there was no reply.

  She stood there in complete silence, worry creeping up here skin. She tried to relax, telling herself that Thomas was okay. That he would come back eventually. He wasn't going to stand out in the woods forever. He had to get back to the village sometime.

  Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud sob. She followed the sound, going through trees and bushes. She heard the sound of flowing water, which disappointed her entirely. She had really hoped that she had found Thomas. But he was nowhere to be seen.

  Teresa finally found the source of the water, her cheeks flushing with relief. It was a river, flowing into the depths of the woods. The air filled with the chirps of crickets. She went near the water, washing her hands and face. She was tired and sweaty, so the cold water of the river left a refreshing effect on her.

  She was startled by yet another sob. And when she turned around, she saw Thomas, his head in his hands. Sitting on a rock near the riverbank.

  "Tom!" she exclaimed. she was so happy to have found her friend. But Thomas didn't seem to care. He stood l, exactly the same without any kind of surprise, and looked down at the river.

  "Tom..." Teresa didn't know what to say. Her best-friend had just learned that his son wasn't immune. That his son could turn into a Crank any minute. She knew that there were no comforting words for this situation. So instead of talking, she sat down next to him and put her hand on his shoulder.

  Thomas was crying. Tears streaming down his pale face. He was shaking uncontrollably as he sobbed.

  "It just seems... so impossible..." Thomas whispered.

  Teresa nodded. It was very odd for someone that was born from two immune parents to be different.

  "I know." she said plainly. She really didn't know what to say.

"I have to do something." Thomas exhaled. His voice was trembling, and his heartbeat was dangerously fast.

  He had to do something. He couldn't just let Newt die of The Flare, his heart wouldn't bear it. He tried to think, but his sadness dulled his mind.

  "Tom... what can you do?" Teresa asked. She was trying to sound hopeful for Thomaa' sake. Her hands still clutching the crumbled form.

  "I don't know..." Thomas was in defeat. "I...I have to think..." But he couldn't, and that just made him even more furious.

  "Tom." Teresa said quietly. "Even WICKED wasn't successful in finding a cure." She sighed and held Thomas' hand.

  "I don't care about WICKED." he answered sharply. "It's not my fault they couldn't get the blueprints together."

  But then he realized l: It was his fault. WICKED had picked him as The Last Candidate, no one else. They had told him that they needed his brain. He was the one who hadn't done his part. If he had only considered their plan, if he had agreed to it, maybe Newt could have been cured.

  "Don't be stupid." he scolded himself. "If I had died then, Newt wouldn't have even been born." But what if he could save him? What if he could end the disaster of The Flare?

  "What if..."

  Suddenly Thomas stood up, startling Teresa. He started running, deep into the woods. He knew what he wanted to do was stupid. But it was his only hope. The only way that he could save his son.

  He heard Teresa shouting after him, but he didn't care. With his son in danger. No one-not even Teresa-could stop him.

***

  When Teresa caught up to Thomaa, he was already working on the keypad of The Flat Trans. His face was determined, not a single hint of doubt.

  Teresa came next to him, and caught him by the shoulders.

  "Tom, you don't have to do this!" she screamed. But Thomas ignored her and pressed a few more buttons on the keypad. Teresa tried to pull him back, but he was too strong. He pushed her aside easily and mumbled an apology.

  "I have to do this!" Thomas spat. He pressed a few more buttons and shouted in frustration.

  "Why isn't it working?" He hit the keypad, which resulted in a burst of light. Teresa gasped as she saw her friend, disappear into the brightness. She shouted his name as she hurried after him. And just as The Flat Trans closed, she jumped in behind him, her eyes blinded by the light.