Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 66//

The whole room was quiet, it seemed that my heart could be heard over everything in the room. It felt like people were listening to my racing heartbeat. Newt looked baffled, the hand I hadn't noticed on my thigh moved away and he leaned forward.

What Thomas said, it struck a fear in my chest. He remembered, he remembered that he was there when they invented the codes? He wasn't doing much to help his case, people didn't trust him, and now they will think he is working for WICKED.

Was he?

"What are you talking about?"

Newt asked completely baffled, though there was a hint of unease in his tone. Thomas sighed before continuing on.

"Well, first there's something I have to share. About me and Teresa... and Malaya"

My ears perked up and Newt grabbed my hand, like I would get up and leave the room. Now I question whether or not I should get up and leave. Why was I involved in this? I listened closely as Thomas continued.

"There's a reason Gally accused me of so much stuff, and why everyone who's gone through the changing recognises me. Teresa, Malaya and I are different... some more than others"

It was beginning to frustrate me that he was delaying the information he held, what was I? what was I to this maze?! Why was I different?

"We were part of the maze trials from the very beginning – but against our will, I swear it"

...What?... he... he helped them.

"Thomas, what're you talking about?"

"Teresa and I were used by the creators. If you had your full memories back, you'd probably want to kill us. But I had to tell you this myself to show you we can be trusted now. So, you'll believe me when I tell you the only way we can get out of here."

My chest hurt, my head hurt, my vision flickered from darkness to here. My heart raced in my chest as realisation swelled in my head. He... He was one of them... Teresa, that's why I found her familiar, that's why I found Thomas familiar. This whole time and they were one of the people who put us here.

"Teresa and I helped design the maze. We helped create the whole thing."

"What's that supposed to mean?! You're a bloody sixteen-year-old, how could you have created the maze?"

Newt finally asked, I could almost smell his anger, I could see it building up, a redness along the sides of his neck. Newt was furious, my heart pounded. Newt had more right than anyone to be mad about being here, his leg, his mind. Everything. He deserved to be out of here. He had every right to be furious.

"We were... smart. And I think it might be part of the variables. But most importantly, Teresa and I have a ... gift that made us very valuable as they designed and built this place."

Newt was trembling, I had to reach out and take his hand, the feeling of his hands sweaty made my stomach lurch, I hated it when he was angry. I hated seeing it... it was strange, he seemed to be the only life line I had left, him angry... it was like watching the structure holding my lungs up buckle.

"Speak, spit it out"

Newt yelled, but somehow, he stayed seated, his hand clutching mine sharply. It hurt, but I didn't move. What was going on now? everyone had believed that Teresa was evil, now look, she had been one of the creators who put us here. My trust level for her was already rock bottom, but damn as hell was it lower now.

Thomas jumped and shouted back at us, desperate to spill his guts.

"We're telepathic! We can talk to each other in our freaking heads!"