Thomas and Minho had searched all over the Glade but they couldn't find Newt or Teresa. Thomas started to wonder if he was ever going to find Newt again.
"Thomas, it's okay... We'll find them."
"HOW? HOW CAN WE, MINHO? WE'VE LOOKED EVERYWHERE AND THEY'RE NOWHERE TO BE SEEN!"
Thomas instantly regretted that he yelled at Minho. This boy had been with him by choice and he hadn't even thanked him yet.
"I'm... I'm sorry, I just—"
"It's okay Greenie, I understand how stressed you are. If I was separated with someone I loved, I would spend every second of my life, finding them."
Minho was right. Thomas couldn't give up. Giving up is giving up on Newt. The most important thing to Thomas is that Newt and him always stay as one.
"Come on."
•••••
"Where the bloody hell am I?"
Newt wakes up to a dark room, only seeing Teresa playing with a knife in her hand. There was some sort of spotlight on her, which made it super creepy.
"Oh look, blondie's woken up."
"What... do you want with... me?" he says, struggling to sit up as he felt weak.
She looks at him and scoffs before throwing the knife in front of him. Newt instantly stumbled back, scared as if the knife would cut him.
Thankfully, it didn't.
She sits in front of him, her piercing blue eyes staring with no blink, as if she was searching of his soul. His innocent soul. Her hand meets his cheek as she begins to stroke it, her pale fingers running down his face. He slightly wimps and she looks at him.
"Oh Newt, sweetheart... I'm not going to hurt you." she coos as she begins to play with his hair.
"Then... what's with the knife?"
"Oh that's for you. You're going to do something for me, blondie."
Newt thought about what she could mean as to why he would need the knife. What was she going to make him do? Hurt himself? Kill someone? Kill Tommy? I could never do that.
"And do what?" he wondered, million of other thoughts flowing through his brain.
She ignores him as she stands up, walking towards the door. Newt calls her name again and again but she blocks him out until she turns round and looks at him.
"I don't understand as to why you loved Thomas. You could have had so much more."
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Fanfic"what you got there, tommy?" "... just a ribbon. nothing important." - all credits for the characters and events go to james dashner and wes ball - - contains mature language and upsetting scenes - COPYRIGHT © -theglue 2016