TMR - Thomas x X-reader fanfiction

Chapter Six

Y/N's POV

The forest seemed to close in around me as I stumbled through the trees, trying to find my way back. The shadows stretched longer, the faint rustling of leaves the only sound.

Then it hit me.

Pain shot through my veins like fire, burning its way up my arms and into my chest. It was unlike anything I'd ever felt before—sharp, unrelenting, and consuming.

My breath hitched, and I froze, staring down at my hands. My veins were turning black, the inky darkness spreading beneath my skin like poison.

"What's... happening?" I managed to whisper, though the words cracked and faltered under the weight of the pain.

Tears streamed down my face as my knees buckled. I fell to the ground, clutching at my arms in a desperate attempt to stop the burning. The world around me blurred, the trees twisting and shifting in my vision.

I tried to stand, but my legs gave out beneath me.

"I can't... I can't take it anymore," I cried, my voice breaking as I curled into myself.

The agony reached its peak, the fire in my veins threatening to consume me entirely. My breaths came in shallow gasps as the edges of my vision darkened.

Then, as suddenly as it began, the pain vanished.

It dissipated like fog lifting from a cold night, leaving behind a strange, hollow numbness. I lay there, trembling, my body too weak to move.

Thomas' POV

"What happened to you, Newt?" Minho asked, his tone sharp with concern.

"I don't know," Newt replied, anxious. His hand brushed against his bandaged leg, his expression clouded with unease.

Their words barely registered. My thoughts were elsewhere, replaying every moment since I left Y/N behind.

"Tommy?" Newt said, drawing my attention. "Where did you leave Y/N?"

"Around the cleft," I answered quickly. My chest tightened as an uneasy feeling settled over me. Without another word, I turned and bolted toward the forest.

"Thomas, wait!" Minho shouted, but I didn't stop.

Something wasn't right. I could feel it in my bones.

Newt and Minho chased after me, their footsteps crunching through the underbrush. My heart pounded in my chest, the forest a blur as I pushed myself harder.

Then I saw her.

I stumbled to a stop, falling to my knees. My breath hitched as I took in the sight before me—Y/N lying motionless on the ground, her body limp and pale.

"What's wrong?" Newt asked nervously, his voice closer now.

I didn't answer, my focus solely on her. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my lap. Her skin was cold to the touch, and my chest ached with fear.

"Thomas, look," Minho said, pointing at her hands.

I followed his gaze, and my stomach dropped.

Her veins were black, the inky lines branching out like cracks across her skin.

"They're all black," I murmured, horrified.

"What's wrong with her?" Newt asked, his voice laced with panic.

"The Flare," I said softly, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

"The Flare?" Minho echoed, frowning. "What the hell is that?"

"I'm not exactly sure," I admitted, my voice trembling.

"Then how do you know it's this Flare thing?" Newt asked, his concern growing.

Before I could answer, Y/N's hand twitched, her fingers brushing weakly against my arm.

"She's waking up," I said, relief flooding through me. A tear slipped down my cheek, landing softly on hers.

Her eyes fluttered open, and my breath caught.

They were black.

"Thomas, her eyes..." Newt trailed off, staring in shock.

"I know," I said quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "It's happened before. Back in the cave."

"What cave?" Newt asked, his confusion evident.

"I'll explain later," Minho said quickly, his gaze flicking nervously to the surrounding trees. "We need to get her out of here."

"She's having another vision," I said, my voice tight with worry.

"We need to take her back to her cave," Minho added.

I didn't wait for further discussion. Carefully, I lifted her into my arms, her head resting against my chest.

The journey back to the cave was silent. The weight of her in my arms, so still and fragile, made my heart ache. Minho and Newt followed closely, their usual banter replaced by a heavy tension.

When we finally reached the cave, I laid her down gently on the makeshift bed she'd set up. Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her face pale but peaceful.

Newt's gaze shifted to me, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "What's going on, Thomas?"

"She's been mapping the maze on her own," I began, my voice low. "She thinks there might be another sector—one we haven't found yet."

Newt's brow furrowed. "Another sector? How is that even possible?"

"We don't know yet," Minho said, crossing his arms. "But she's onto something. Her visions... they're not random."

I glanced at Y/N, my heart aching at how vulnerable she looked. "I just hope she wakes up soon," I said softly.

Newt stepped closer, his hand resting on my shoulder. "She will, Tommy. She's strong."

I nodded, though doubt still gnawed at me. Whatever was happening to her, we needed answers—fast.