Running (Thomas x Reader)

Behind the curtain

 (Y/N POV)

As you laid there upon the stone-cold floor, you could feel a pain running over your back and up into your head. You bite down on your lower lip softly as in your mind, reruns of what happened played over and over. How could you make a foolish move like that, you put yourself at risk and could have truly paid dearly for the mistake. Slowly you took in a few deep breaths, when you did you couldn't help but let out a little whimper. It was almost as if the pain from your back and head had moved into your chest. You knew something for sure as you laid there, there was no noise. You wondered if that meant the grievers were now gone? Or were they just laying in wait. Waiting for you to get to your feet and make a move for the closed doors. On the plus side of things, at least you didn't feel one holding onto your leg anymore.

You of course knew the only way to make sure that everything was clear was to open your eyes. Slowly you opened your eyes, only to groan softly as the light hit your eyes. "Crap" you muttered. You tried again, allowing your eyes to adjust to the sky above you. For a short moment you didn't want to move as you already had a feeling of just what you would see. But you had to make sure that the area was clear before you got onto your feet again.

To see a few of the grievers that attacked you and the Gladers that had died fighting back against them. Now that you knew for sure you were in fact alone, you went to sit up. Only to freeze into place, Footsteps. Very faint but they were there. They were not from a griever, no to light sounding for something as big as that. You didn't know who was coming, so you had only to choose, to lay there and play died or get ready for a fight. A fight that at that moment it time, you could barely stand to hold your own. "Coward" you muttered to yourself as you closed yours eyes and laid as still as you could.

As you laid there, your heart began to beat faster as the footsteps come closer and closer, to where you laid pretty much defenseless. Laying there like you were, wasn't that hard. With the amount of pain you were in, even you know you wouldn't be moving just yet anyway. The footsteps stopped right beside you, you couldn't help but hold your breath. Praying whoever it was, would just carry on. "Shame" you heard the familiar voice of Gally say. "I would have loved to of killed you myself, for what you did" he muttered before you could hear him moving always from you. "I'll just have to settle with killing Thomas" You felt your heart jump to your throat at these words. Was he really going to after the others. For something as stupid as revenge.

You thought at least for now, it was the best just to stay as still as your body would allow. You really were in no condition to fight him right then. So quietly listened to him go onward and after Thomas. You could hear the door open and close once again. Your eyes flicked open as you took in a deep breath. "Oh god... Thomas" you muttered as you put your hands to your face. "Please be alright"

(Thomas's POV)

I fought along with the others as Teresa worked behind us, to get the doors open. If she could do that, then we could finally leave the Glade and this maze behind us. For a brief moment I looked around for Y/N, she was of course safe the other side of Newt. Fighting along with us to keep the grievers at bay. It was only when I looked away from her and ahead of myself, that she disappeared. My heart jumped in my chest as my eyes looked around for her. "Y/N!" I shouted, but even I couldn't hear myself over the noise. How would she even her me, was she even alive to do so. My heart sank at thought of her lifeless body, it was only then I felt a tug on my back. For a second I thought it was her, that somehow she was moved behind me. But my hopes were dashed as I turned my head and saw Chuck and the doors behind him were finally open. "Go!" I shouted and turned in order to carry on keeping the grievers back. My eyes always looking out for where Y/N could be.

If she was alive, there was no way I wanted to leave her behind. Yes it would be very selfish of me, to put the others in danger simply for one life. It was just me and Y/N had history. Maybe it wasn't a history we both would completely accept, like what we had done to those in the maze. It was one I wouldn't change and this was all because of Y/N.

As I saw more of the gladers go through the doors, i saw it was the right time and went to take a step forward. Only to be grabbed by two hands, I tried to pull myself free. Only to look back to see it was Newt and Min ho. "Thomas we need to go" Newt said, I knew he was right but I had to save her or at least see her one last time. "No, Y/N is still there" I shouted, still pulling but the two together were no match against me as they pulled me though the door, just as a griever rushed forward. Only to hit its head on the door as it slammed shut. I felt them let go of my arms. "I'm sorry Thomas" Newt said. I couldn't think of a word to say to him, nothing felt right to say at the very moment in time. Getting out of the Glade meant nothing to me if she wasn't there too.

I stood there for a moment, as I let the others go ahead of me. I quietly rested my head against the doors which were formal closed, even if I could get them open. Was there anything of her left to save, I took a moment for myself before I let out a sigh. As much as I wanted to throw in the towel and be done with it all. I knew the others needed me, that Y/N would never forgive me if I didn't get them away from here and somewhere safe. "Goodbye Y/N" I muttered to myself before turning around and headed towards where the others had gone.

I walked into a familiar looking chamber, the walls of the chamber were glass windows and at the far end was a door. It was then the doors opened, a woman walked in along with someone else. She seemed to be looking towards us, scanning each of our faces with her eyes. I had forgotten for a moment when I had last seen an adult, I was still trying to place my memories back into the right order. My eyes left her for a moment to look around the chamber we were in, until my eyes felt upon the screens, on these screens was data. On each and everything Glader, even of those we had lost like Alby. My eyes looked over the screens, looking for Y/N's. Maybe seeing her face one last time would give me some sort of comfort. But before I could spot it, I heard Newt speak up from beside me. I turned my head back towards the others. "Who are you?" Newt snapped out at her.

She smiled towards him as she stood there, she brushed some of her hair from out of her eyes as she looked over each one of us once again. I almost felt as if I was being counted like some herd animal. "Who I am isn't important Mr Newt" she said. "I didn't think we'd have as many of you as we do before us" To me she almost sounded robotic, like what she had said was prerecorded and was now being played back for us. "She's a creator" I said as I looked towards her still. Part of me really just wanted to punch her in the face but I knew at this moment in time that wasn't a wise idea. "Let me be the first to congratulations you" she said with excitement in her voice. "You've all passed the Maze Trials" I watched a Minho moved forward a little. "Congratulations, is that what your going to say after the hell you put us all thorough!" he snapped at her as he narrowed his eyes. She carried on smiling towards him. "You need to understand, we didn't think that is many of you would get out of there alive but of course there is however one variable left" she said. Newt had already moved a hand onto Minho's shoulder, almost as if to will him not to do anything stupid. I looked to Minho, if Newt hadn't placed his hand on Minho's shoulder. I felt that Minho may have just very happily hit this woman in her face and I for one wouldn't be pulling him off her if he did.

It was then she reached behind her and pulled the other person forward, a hood hide their face. Which she then pulled off to show non other than Gally. For a brief moment I wondered if he had finally come to his senses and came with the other to join us getting out of here. I felt my mouth go dry, I wasn't really sure what to say or make of it all.