Through The Scorch (Thomas X Reader)

Chapter 10

(Y/N) P.O.V

It hit me hard, the confusion. Everything  pointed to Aris coming from another maze except the ratio of boys to girls was switched. That would make Aris their version of Teresa. And this Beth sounded like their version of Gally, who'd killed chuck. With a knife. Does that mean gally was supposed to kill Thomas instead?

But why was Aris here now? Where was Teresa?Things that almost clicked in my mind fell apart again.

"Well, how'd you end up with us? Newt asked. "Where are all these girls you keep talking about? How many escaped with you? Did they bring all of you nere or just you?

I couldn't help but feel sorry for Aris. To get grilled with all these questions after something like that just happened. If the roles were switched, if I saw Thomas get killed......watching chuck was bad enough.

Bad enough? Or was seeing chuck die worse. I wanted to scream. At this moment everything thing in this world sucked.

Aris looked up finally, wiped a couple of tears from his cheeks. He did it without the slighest bit of shame, and I suddenly knew I liked this kids.

How do you feel about him?

I smiled hearing his voice in my head.

I like him, do you?

He nodded.

"Look," the boy said. "I'm just as confused as everyone else. About thirty or us sjrvived, they took us to a gym, fed us, cleaned us up. Then they brought me to this place lastnight, saying I should be seperate since I'm a guy. That's it. Then you sticks show up."

"Sticks?" Minho repeated.

Aris shook his head. "Never mind. I don't even know what it means. Just a word they used when I got there."

Minho exchanged a glance with Thomas, half smiling. Looked like both groups had come up with their own vocabulary.

"Hey," one of the gladers I didn't know called out. He was leaning against the wall behind Arid, pointing at him. "What's that on the side of your neck? Something black, right below your collar."

Aris tried to look down, but couldn't dend his neck to see that part of his body. "What?"

Thomas P.O.V

I saw a dark splotch just above the back necklinne of the boys pajama shirt as he shifted around. It appeared to be a thick line, streching from the hollow of his collorbone around to his back. And it was broken up like it could be lettering.

"Here let me look," Newt offered. He stood from the bed and walked over, his limp---- from something in his past he'd never shared with me showing more then usual. He reached out and pulled Aris's shirt down more so he could see the odd maeking better.

"Its a tattoo," Newt said, squinting as if he didn't believe his eyes.

"What's it say?" Minho asked, though he'd already gotten up from the bed and approched to get his own look.

When Newt didn't anwser right away, curiosity forced me to push (Y/N) off lightly and grab her hand and soon we were right beside Minho, I was leaning over to see the tattoo myself. What I saw printed in blocky letters made my heart skip a beat.

Property of WICKED. Group B, Subject B1. The Partner.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Minho asked.

"What does it say?" Aris asked, reaching around to feel the skin of his neck and shoulders, pulling his collar down. "I swear it wasn't there last night!"