Teresa sits in front of us with a dark hood on her head, blinding her from the rest of us, and from this place.
We can't take any chances with her.
Newt makes his way to her and rips her hood off, making his way back to his seat next to mine.
Teresa's eyes widen as she looks up and sees Gally standing by the table. Shock flows through her eyes as they make their way around the room, looking at each of us.
They move back to Gally, disbelief settling in. "Gally?" She questions, furrowing her eyebrows.
"Here's how this is gonna go, we're gonna ask you some questions and you're gonna tell us exactly what we need to know." He lets out a sigh, his elbows resting on his knees as he says, "Let's start off simple, where's Minho?"
"You guys seriously don't think..." She lets her voice drain out, a scoff leaving her lips. "Wow..." She shakes her head, causing anger to begin bubbling in my chest.
How could she act like she did nothing to us? She single handily tortured me for my first two months at WICKED.
Teresa's eyes dart to Thomas, her eyes growing pleading, causing me to roll my eyes in disgust.
Gally slams his chair down in front of her, blocking her view of Thomas as he sits down. "Don't look at him. Why are you looking at him? Look at me. He's not gonna help you."
Teresa puts her head down, fidgeting with her hands as she lets out a sigh.
"We know you have Minho in the building." Gally starts, his voice hard as a rock. "Where?"
"He's with the others in holding," She says softly, her eyes moving to Gally. "Sub-level three."
"How many others?" Newt asks, sitting up in his chair.
Teresa draws in a breath, a glance of shame flashing over her face, leaving as quickly as it came. "28." She sighs, her face staying straight.
All of us sit up further in our chairs, shock flowing through the seven of us, each one of us sharing a glance.
"I can make that work," Brenda says from her table by the wall, a smirk growing on her lips.
Teresa rolls her eyes before moving them to all of ours. "You guys don't understand. The whole level is restricted. You can't get in without a thumbprint ID." She sasses, my anger bubble growing in size.
"That's why you're going to come with us," Thomas says leaning forward in his chair, his voice soft.
"Well," Gally starts, shrugging as my eyes move to him. "We don't necessarily need her. We just need her thumb."
My eyebrows furrow as Gally gets up from his chair and grabs the scalpel from the table. I softly lift my chin in interest as I watch him make his way to Teresa.
"Gally back off," Thomas says, annoyance filling his voice.
"No Thomas," I speak up, stopping the boy from stopping Gally. I cross my arms, sitting up in my chair. "Gally's right."
Teresa's eyes move to mine, her face dropping, the color slowly leaving. Fear begins to grow in her eyes as I lock mine with hers.
"What?" Thomas asks, confusion heavy in his voice.
"She did worse things to all of us at the compound than what Gally wants to do." I shrug my shoulders, my eyes still locked on Teresa.
"What do you mean?" Thomas asks, worry beginning to join the confusion.
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Left Behind//The Maze Runner
FanfictionShe was from Group B. They called her an "original," one of the first thrown into the Maze and left to survive. Escape was never part of the plan. Not for her. Not after everything she'd seen. But somehow, they made it out. Now, she's been relocated...
