Daughter Of The Glade (A TMR Fanfiction)

Chapter 14: It All Ends

"Come on!" Thomas yelled to the rest of the Gladers who were running full speed behind him.

"We have to find Madeline right now!"

"What do you think they did to her?" Panted Newt as he caught up to Thomas.

"I honestly am nervous to find out!" Frypan shouted from way far behind.

"One thing I do know, is that, that chick is alive. She can live through anything." Added Minho. The rest of the boys nodded in reply as the stopped at an intersection between hallways.

"Wait." Thomas held his hand out. "Hear that?"

"I hear nothing." Aris whispered.

"Exactly!" Thomas' voice echoed through the halls. "Nothing! Something is wrong."

"Thomas, Madeline is fine." Winston said.

"We don't know that!" Thomas suddenly banged his fist against the wall, making a loud noise and echo.

The boys sat in silence for a few unbearable seconds.

"We have to get out of here." Thomas' voice cracked. "And I need her to come with us."

"Boys."

Everyone jumped at the sound of a sudden voice. Janson.

"What do you want?" Minho put his fists up near his face.

"Nothing yet. But I need you to follow me." Janson said. His eyes were red and puffy to the Glader's surprise.

"We already know your son is dead." Minho spit. Janson glared at him with anger.

"This isn't about my son." He said through clenched teeth. "This is about your precious female."

Thomas went pale.

"Where is she?!" He yelled.

"How about you come see?" Janson shouted back. The Gladers exchanged nervous glances. It could be a trick to capture them once again.

Slowly, Thomas nodded and took a step forward.

"Lead us to her."
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Janson approached a steel door, stopping before he opened it. He turned to the boys, opening his mouth to say something, but quickly closed it again. He turned the handle, pushing the door open.

Thomas felt his heart beating as he stepped inside the chilly hospital-like room. He paused as his eyes fell upon the bed before him. He automatically identified Peter laying in it, his head turned facing away from them. It was obvious the boy's soul was no longer with him. His skin was pale and his body looked... empty.

There was a chair next to the bed, containing Madeline, which caused Thomas' heart to relax.

She was asleep, half her body in the chair and the other half lying on the bed, her head softly laid on it. Her hand was intertwined with Peter's in a loving grasp.

"Madeline!" Thomas lunged forward but one of the Doctor's cried out.

"Thomas!" Was all he said. Thomas stared at him in confusion. The Doctor looked at him with sad eyes.

"Thomas... she's not alive."

The world stopped. Thomas suddenly felt as if a semi-truck rammed into his body and crushed him. A few hitches of breath were heard from the Gladers. "What... what do you mean?" Thomas was in pure denial.