TMR - Thomas x X-reader fanfiction

Chapter Ten

Y/N's POV

The sun had started creeping beyond the walls, painting the sky in soft hues of orange and pink. I sat curled in the slammer, knees drawn to my chest, my mind replaying the horrors of the night before.

The last flames from the attack smouldered in the distance, the glade eerily quiet except for the occasional murmur of voices.

I barely reacted when Minho appeared outside the slammer. He didn't say anything, didn't ask if I was okay—he just unlocked the door.

"Let's get you out of here," he said simply.

I hesitated for a moment before standing on shaky legs. Minho reached out, steadying me, and together we walked toward the box. I didn't speak, and he didn't push. He just walked beside me, understanding my silence.

Newt's voice carried through the clearing, addressing the gathered gladers.

"What happened yesterday was a tragic event," he began. "But we can't ignore the fact that our first-in-command is dead."

I stopped walking. "I'll just stand here," I muttered.

Minho didn't leave my side, hovering slightly as if prepared to shield me if needed.

Then, Gally's voice rang out.

"How can we know that Y/N wasn't behind the attack?"

The murmurs rose again, uncertainty spreading like wildfire.

"That's enough," Newt snapped, his sharp tone cutting through the noise. It surprised me—surprised all of us, really.

I stepped forward, the crowd going silent as I approached.

"You're right, Gally," I said, my voice steady despite the ache in my chest. "You're not safe with me here."

Minho tensed beside me.

"Minho, why the shuck did you free her?" Gally demanded, his anger boiling over.

"Because she didn't do a damn thing," Minho shot back, his usual teasing demeanour gone, replaced by something raw and dangerous.

"Yeah? Then why didn't the griever kill her?" Gally sneered.

Minho clenched his fists. "Who knows? But whatever the reason, she saved us. So if I were you, I'd slim it."

Gally took a step closer. "Alby is dead because of her, and you act like nothing happened. You know I'm right. You're just too scared to admit it."

Minho turned on his heel, about to walk away.

Gally smirked. "Yeah, that's what I thought. Go ahead, run away."

Minho stopped dead in his tracks.

The next second, his fist connected with Gally's face, sending him stumbling backward.

Gally wiped the blood from his lip and retaliated with a hard punch to Minho's jaw. The impact made Minho stagger, but he recovered quickly, lunging forward.

The other gladers circled around them, some cheering, others frozen in shock as fists flew.

"ENOUGH!" Newt's voice boomed over the chaos.

The fighting stopped instantly.

"There's no time for this," Newt snapped, his glare shifting between Minho and Gally. "We must come up with a plan to survive. We don't know whether the griever will come back."

I took a step forward. "Newt's right. And so is Gally. And Minho."

The tension thickened as all eyes fell on me.

"I don't know what I did or why the griever didn't attack me," I admitted. "But I do know that I'm a danger to all of you. So I'm leaving."

The murmurs started again.

"I'm going into the maze," I continued, my voice stronger now. "I'm going to find the hidden sector. I'm going to find WICKED. And then I'm going to kill them."

Silence.

I turned to leave.

For a moment, my gaze locked with Thomas'. He stood in the crowd, watching me intently, but as soon as I met his eyes, he turned and walked away.

I felt my heart clench, but I forced myself to keep moving.

"Y/N, you can't," Newt and Minho started.

"Don't try to stop me," I said. "I've made up my mind."

And with that, I walked toward the gardens.

I grabbed a bag and started packing food. My hands moved on autopilot, stuffing supplies into the worn fabric.

"You're going to need this."

I looked up.

Thomas stood in front of me, holding out a bottle of water.

I swallowed hard. "You can't change my mind."

"I know," he said simply. "And I'm not trying to."

I frowned. "Then what—"

"I'm coming with you."

I stared at him. "No, Thomas, I can't—"

"You're not going alone," he interrupted firmly. "End of discussion."

I searched his face, trying to find hesitation, doubt—anything that would let me convince him otherwise. But there was none. Just unwavering determination.

I didn't argue. I just smiled.

He smiled back.

We packed in silence, but something had shifted. No matter what happened, I knew that Thomas would be right beside me.

Once we were ready, we ran to the exit of the glade.

Waiting for us were Newt, Minho, Winston, Chuck, and Frypan.

"We know we can't change your mind," Newt said. "So at least let us say goodbye."

My throat tightened as I stepped forward, hugging him tightly.

I hugged each of them, feeling the silent weight of unspoken words between us.

Minho held onto me for a second longer than the others. "Be careful," he muttered. "And don't you dare die."

"I won't," I promised.

Thomas hugged them as well, his voice quiet as he exchanged words with Newt.

Finally, I turned to Thomas. "Ready?"

He met my gaze. "Ready."

With one last glance at our friends, we ran into the maze, the anger burning inside me like an unstoppable fire.