Our World Stage | The Death Cure {FANFIC} 3/3 SERIES COMPLETED• ✓

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I immediately ran up to him, putting my right hand on his back, and leaving my left hand out to catch the blood.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HIM!?" I exclaimed to Hans, and just in time, his wife and Gally walked in.

Minho's blood hit my palm.

"Melissa, we're sorry, we didn't expect this to happen" said Hans' wife

"What went wrong?" I asked

Hans and his wife exchanged looks.
"You don't remember anything do you?" Questioned Gally.

"I think NOT SHERLOCK!" I yelled, getting angrier, as they hadn't answered my previous question. "Now, WHAT. WENT. WRONG?"

"It's hard to explain, but in a couple of minutes everything should be fine" Hans' wife said

"You better hope it'll be" I said back.

Minho tilted his head back, and I removed my arm from his back to wipe away the drop of sweat coming down from his forehead.

Thomas walked me to the bathroom.

I washed my hands, watching Minhos blood trickle down to the drain.

Thomas left.
I looked into the mirror, like it was my first time ever. My blue hair was shinier than usual. I took an elastic from my pocket and put it up into a ponytail.
The shade of blue was different than what I have remembered. This tone, was lighter.

I exited out of the bathroom. Minho was already standing, smiling a little bit.

I walked up to him and without a word pressed myself onto him, with my arms around his neck, standing on my tippy toes in order to do so. He put his surprisingly warm hands onto my back.

W.I.C.K.E.D

"Thomas, put that down!" Yelled Hans.

"What is going on with him?" Minho asked, as he held Thomas back, trying to get the knife out of his hands.

"He snapped" said Hans' wife.

"What is that suppose to mean?!" Me and Brenda yelled.

"Means..." said Hans, "it means, W.I.C.K.E.D is still inside him".

"YOU GUYS HAD ONE JOB" Brenda yelled, and I walked up to Thomas.

I eyed Minho to get the knife out of Thomas' hands. The only thing he could've done, was hold back the arms.

Thomas had damp hair. Veins pointing out. W.I.C.K.E.D was in control, just like they were in control of Gally back in the maze.

I cupped Thomas' head.

"Thomas, listen to me, you can't let them control you" I spoke to him, while Brenda was yelling at the owners of this apartment.

Thomas tried to wiggle out of Minhos arms. Kind of like toddlers do. They put there hands up, and shimmy their way out. He was unsuccessful.

"Tommy!" I exclaimed. Only Newt called him that. Thomas stopped what he was doing. As if his own name triggered something.

It seemed like he calmed down.

Minho and I let him go, and Thomas turned to face him. We thought everything had settled down, and Brenda stopped yelling at the couple and Gally. 

The room went quiet. It was like we could hear everyone's soft breathing echo.

I saw Thomas clench the knife harder, and all of a sudden, W.I.C.K.E.D had taken over his body again. He launched over at Minho, slashing the knife in any possible place he could. 

I grunted and put my arms under his, pressing his back to my chest aggressively to hold him back.

Brenda held the arm that had the sharp 9 inch (23 cm) knife. Thomas used the toddler method once again. I grabbed him by the stomach to lift him back up, and by accident snatching his shirt upward. The knife hit my left cheekbone, and I felt a soft string of blood flow. 

I felt guilty for doing the next move, but I put Thomas on choke-hold. He dropped the knife, and began gasping for air. 

"Mel, stop it!" Brenda yelled, and Gally decided to join.

"He needs to calm down!" I said back. I wasn't going to suffocate him, '"Wait for 30 more seconds, trust me!"

I counted. I counted for what seemed hours. I wanted to cry, I felt guilty for hurting Thomas, though I knew he would understand as soon as he gains himself. 

Thomas began to swiftly move his fingers on my arm. I let go, and he fell straight onto my shoulder after gasping for breath. I wrapped my hands around his back, his chin rested just above my forearm. He heavily breathed, and his tears slightly went through my thin jacket. 

I looked at Minho, who still had his blood in between the chapped creases of his lips. Minho walked up and took Thomas from my arms, putting him onto the sofa.

"What did I do?" Thomas asked, after stabilizing his breath. 

"YOU didn't do anything" Brenda began, "Wicked did"

"Did I hurt anyone?" He asked

I quickly wiped off the blood from my cheekbone, stinging.

"No" I answered

"Well, you almost cut off my you-know-what" Minho said. 

"I guess I almost did you a favor, wouldn't want tiny Minhos running around" Thomas said in a raspy voice. 

"Unless Mel wants some" he smirked.

I was thrown off by that statement, but then I remembered, oh, right, we're engaged. 

"Not in the upcoming year" I said back, and smiled.