TMR - Thomas x X-reader fanfiction

Chapter Two

"What about the new sector?" Thomas asked, leaning closer to study the map sprawled across the table.

I traced my finger over the lines I had drawn, feeling the familiar ache of frustration gnawing at me. "As Minho already discovered, there are eight different sectors. Every day, a new one opens, and the one from the previous day closes."

"Yes, but we already know that," Thomas said, his voice edged with impatience.

"Sure," I replied with a grin, "but have you noticed the letters 'WCKD' carved into the walls? Do you even know what they stand for?"

He tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. "No. Do you?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," I said, suppressing the shiver that accompanied the memory.

He raised an eyebrow, waiting.

"World in Catastrophe: Killzone Experiment Department," I explained, the words heavy on my tongue. "I saw it in one of my visions. They're the ones who put us here in the first place."

His jaw tightened, and I could see the weight of this revelation settling on him. "Have you told the others?"

I hesitated. "I tried. Newt, Minho, even Alby—they wouldn't listen."

Thomas frowned, his eyes darkening with resolve. "Then we'll make them listen."

I laughed bitterly. "Good luck with that. Alby nearly destroyed my map last time he found out what I was doing. Minho dismissed me entirely because of my visions."

Thomas straightened, determination radiating from him. "Then we start with Newt and Minho. If they see this map, they'll have to take you seriously."

I nodded, swallowing the lump of doubt in my throat. "What about Alby?"

"He's first in command," Thomas said grimly. "We'll deal with him later."

I packed up the map carefully, the edges worn from months of study. "Let's go find Newt first. He might be our best shot."

Thomas and I split up to cover more ground. He headed for the gardens while I searched near the track-hoes. My mind raced as I walked, replaying my vision of WCKD's ominous logo carved into the maze walls.

"Minho!" I called out, spotting him across the glade.

He jogged over, his usual smirk fading when he saw my expression. "What's up, Y/N?"

"I need to talk to you. It's important."

He crossed his arms, a trace of amusement still lingering in his eyes. "What now? Another vision?"

I ignored the jab and pressed on. "Thomas is looking for Newt. Once we find him, I'll explain everything. Just trust me on this, Minho."

His smirk disappeared entirely, replaced with curiosity. "Fine. Lead the way."

We started toward the Bloodhouse, only to see Thomas running toward us, his face pale.

"Did you find him?" I asked urgently.

"Frypan said he saw Newt heading into the forest to look for you," Thomas panted, his breath coming in quick gasps.

My heart dropped. "No... no, he can't be in there! It's not safe!"

I took off toward the forest without waiting for a response.

"Y/N, wait!" Thomas yelled, but I didn't stop.

"What do you mean it's not safe out there?" Minho demanded, running beside me.

I skidded to a halt at the tree line and turned to face them. "You'd know if you'd just listened to me in the first place," I snapped, my voice trembling with frustration.

"Is this about that stupid vision of yours again?" Minho asked, rolling his eyes.

Thomas grabbed my arm, his gaze searching mine. "Y/N, are you absolutely sure it's dangerous?"

"Yes," I said without hesitation, my voice steady now.

He nodded. "Then we'll go in together."

Minho sighed but followed as Thomas and I stepped into the forest.