Thomas tmr - X reader fanfiction

Chapter Nine

Y/N's POV

*Gasping* Thomas woke up trying to catch his breath. I ran over and took his hand in mine. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into a hug. "It's okay, you're safe here," I said as I felt his tears wetting my shirt. "It's okay, I got you." "The glade..." he suddenly said. "The glade?" Minho repeated. "We gotta run NOW!" Thomas yelled and stood up. "Tommy, what do you mean?" Newt said as he stopped him from running out of the door. "I...I have a bad feeling. Something's wrong...I don't know how to explain it but I just know. Trust me." "Thomas is right. I feel it too." I looked up at him and my gaze met his brown eyes. We both looked at one another and nodded. 

We ran to the Glade. Minho and Newt was right behind us still unaware of the situation. We ran through the dark trees and finally reached the entrance to the Glade. We all stopped in our tracks as shock took over our bodies. A griever."IT'S ATTACKING THE OTHER GLADERES!" I shouted. We ran faster than ever towards the Bloodhouse where I saw Winston. "Winston what's happening" I yelled. "GRIEVER ATTACK!" He yelled back. "Yeah no shit I can see that, but how did it get past the doors?" I said as I grabbed his arm. "By walking right through it." Winston ran off with some tools. I turned to Newt. "Don't look at me, I don't know how that bloody griever came in" "Quick, find me some rope I have an idea," I said as I ran of. "Y/N..." Minho yelled. "Just find me some rope okay."

Thomas' POV

"Okay let's find some rope then" Newt said. We checked over by the trackhoes. "I'll check over here" Minho said and ran of. "Hey what happened?" Newt asked when Minho was out of sight. I knew exactly what he was hinting at. "I don't wanna talk about." I avoided eye contact. "Tommy!" Newt said concerned. "Not now okay," I responded surprised by the anger in my voice. I could see the hurt in his eyes. "Newt I'm sorry... I didn't mean to." "I know but I also know that you're hiding something."  "Found it!" Minho yelled as he ran across the field, to my relieve interrupting our conversation. "This conversation is not over Tommy." I nodded knowing he won't let it go. "We better find Y/N then" I stated. 

Y/N's POV

"Great you found it." I took the rope. "So what exactly is the plan again?" Minho asked. "Just follow my lead." I ran towards the griever with them right behind me. As we ran around the Bloodhouse we saw Zart getting thrown into the air. His scream of terror getting thrown into his death burned inside of me. "ZART!" Minho yelled. "Quick, take the end of the rope," I said. Thomas took it and followed my directions. "You run that way and I'll go this way. We'll wrap the rope around the griever's legs." Thomas and I ran off. "Alby get everyone away" I yelled as Thomas and I started to hinder the griever. Alby was navigating the other gladers away. Thomas and I managed to get the rope tangled around the griever's legs and Newt was helping Winston and Jeff with the spears. We struggled to keep it in place but the griever broke free and cut the rope in two. Chuck ran in panic in front of it. "Chuck RUN!" Newt shouted but Chuck was frozen by the sight of it. He stood there starring directly into the griever's face. Alby ran towards Chuck. "I got him" he yelled once he reached him. "Alby watch out!" Minho shouted. Alby looked up and saw the griever above him ready to attack. He managed to push Chuck out of the way but it was to late. The griever had already thrown Alby high up into the air. "ALBY!!!" Newt yelled. The pain filling his voice. The griever throwing Alby outside the sky-high walls. It was to late. I closed my eyes turning my head away. 

The griever reacted to Newts scream and ran towards him. Without thinking I jumped in front of Newt and to everyone's surprise, the griever stopped attacking. Instead, it just stared at me. I looked at the metallic beast holding my breath. Before I knew it went back to where it came from. Leaving all of us in terror. 

All the gladers looked at me, fear filling their eyes. "What the hell Y/N" some of them said. "What do you think you're doing" Gally shouted at me. He pushed me to the ground. "Gally wait. I don't know what happened. Gally, LISTEN TO ME!"  But it was no use he kept coming towards. I could see it in his eyes, he was ready to kill me. "GALLY STOP!" Thomas yelled but he didn't. "Gally, as second in command, I order you to stop," Newt said with a stern voice. "Yeah! Well you ain't second in command anymore. Alby is dead because of her. So congratulations on the promotion Newt," Gally yelled loudly. He kept dragging me across the Glade. He pushed me down into the slammer and locked the door. "Gally just listen to me," I said. "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? HU WHAT HAVE I'VE EVER DONE TO YOU?" I shouted the last part even louder as he walked away. He stopped and turned around. "What have you ever done to me? Everything was fine until you showed up. And now Alby is dead because of you." "Because of me? As I remember it was the griever that killed him not me." "Sure about that? Then why did the griever stop attacking the second YOU stood in front of it? Huh, tell me that."
"I don't know," I said and looked down. "Yeah I thought so. I knew you were bad news right from the start." He hissed and walked away. Once he was out of sight, I burst into tears. And so I sat there. Alone in the slammer thinking about how Zart and Alby and how they both were thrown into their dead. Maybe Gally is right. Maybe it is my fault.