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

~Sacrifice: A Maze Runner Fanfiction~

The first thing Thomas saw as he woke up was brightness, tiny fragments of light blinding his eyes. He was lying on a metal table, the surface numbingly cold under his skin. His head was throbbing, and he felt as if his eyes had been sealed shut for a thousand years.
It was as if he had just woken up from a dream. A very, very long dream...

Thomas tried to stand up, but was forced down by leather straps attached to his arms and legs. He tried to push himself forward, with no success. After a few more attempts, he gave up and decided to shout for help.

"Teresa!" he tried to scream. "Teresa!"

But only a slight gasp came from his mouth. WICKED had done something to him, something that was stopping his ability to talk. He slumped down on his back, knowing that no one could hear him. He tried again a couple more times, forming the words with his mouth. But his throat seemed soundless and raw. Dry as a rotting bone.

Thomas lay down on the metal table, looking up at the white fluorescent lights above him. He wanted so badly to cry, but no tears seemed to come out of his eyes. He felt the heartbreak of losing his son, who had never even existed. He thought about his life back in the simulation, so peaceful and happy. Why would WICKED do this to him? How could they be so cruel?

A hissing whisper snapped him out of his reverie. It was a whisper in his head, like the voice that had told him to wake up back in the simulation. But this voice was different, it seemed afraid and worried. Thomas tried to make out the words in his head, but they were so quiet that he began to think that he was imagining things.

He was obviously not...

A high pitched scream filled the air. Or Thomas thought it did. After some time he realized that it was the voice in his head, shouting his name over and over.

"Tom!" Thomas suddenly realized it was Teresa, and let out a gasp of relief. He tried to talk back to her, like he used to back in The Maze. But he remembered that WICKED had removed the telepathic device from his brain. There was no telepathy between them anymore, there couldn't have been. Then how could Teresa reach out to him now?

Thomas forced his brain to answer, imagining the words in his head. He felt a sharp pang deep in his skull, but kept going.

"Teresa?" Thomas closed his eyes. "Is that you?"

Teresa replied almost instantly. "Tom! Oh thank God, are you alright?"

The urgency and panic in Teresa's voice made Thomas shiver. He felt the need to stand next to her, assure her that everything was going to be okay. But he couldn't do that now. Instead he answered in what he thought was his best soothing tone, hoping it would calm Teresa down.

"I'm okay, don't worry." he paused, worry creeping up his voice. "Teresa," he whispered. "Where are you?"

Teresa was rushing her words, making them barely understandable. "I'm in the room next to yours," she cried. "But Tom, you have to listen to me. Chancellor Jones is coming to talk to you before..." she broke off, as if the words were too painful to speak. "Anyway," she continued. "He doesn't know that we can still talk like this. He thinks that both of our telepathic devices were removed."

"But weren't they?" Thomas asked, bewildered. How could he still have that device on him?

Teresa sighed and moved on. "When Ava Paige was still Chancellor, I begged the doctors in The Headquarters to let me keep the telepathy between us." Her cheeks flushed with bright red. She was embarrassed even though he couldn't see her. "I never got to know if they kept their promise, but now seemed like a good time to check."