TMR - Thomas x X-reader fanfiction

Chapter Eleven

Y/N's POV

"Y/N, where are we going?" Thomas asked as we stopped to catch our breath, his hands resting on his knees.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and glanced back at him. "We need to find the sector from my visions," I said. "I can prove to them I'm not crazy."

Without waiting for a response, I pressed forward, my boots crunching against the dirt as the walls of the maze towered around us. Every turn felt both familiar and unfamiliar, like pieces of a puzzle shifting into place.

Then, the ground disappeared beneath me.

I barely had time to gasp before I was falling, my body plunging into darkness.

"Y/N!" Thomas' panicked voice rang out above me.

I landed hard, the impact sending a sharp jolt through my legs. Dust swirled in the air, settling around me as I groaned, pushing myself up.

"I'm fine!" I called, brushing the dirt from my clothes.

Then I saw it.

The symbol.

The same one I had seen in my visions, carved into the wall before me. My breath caught in my throat, my fingers trembling as I reached out to touch it. The cool stone hummed under my fingertips, as if recognizing me.

"Thomas," I breathed, "I found it. This is it!"

A second later, Thomas landed beside me, rolling to soften the impact before scrambling to his feet.

His eyes widened as he followed my gaze.

"Wow," he murmured, running his fingers lightly over the symbol. "You did it."

Before I could react, he turned and pulled me into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around me like he never wanted to let go. I melted into his warmth, my heart pounding against his chest.

"Come on," he whispered against my hair. "We need to get back to the glade. We're going to need the others."

The sight that greeted us at the glade's entrance stopped us cold.

I grabbed Thomas' arm, my breath hitching. "Thomas, look."

Minho and Newt were tied to separate poles in the centre of the glade. The remaining gladers were gathered around them, their faces hard and unreadable.

"Gally, you can't do this," Newt's voice rang out, laced with anger.

"Don't touch me!" Minho shouted as a glader yanked a rope tight around his abdomen, securing him to the pole.

Thomas tensed beside me. "What the shuck is going on?"

"I don't know," I whispered. "But we have to save them."

In the centre of it all, Gally paced in front of Minho, his knife glinting in the firelight as he trailed the blade along Minho's cheek.

"Where is Y/N?" Gally asked, his voice eerily calm. "I'm only going to ask once."

Minho spat in his face. "And why would I tell you? What do you want with her, anyway?"

Gally wiped the spit from his face, his expression darkening before he drove a punch into Minho's gut. Minho gasped, coughing up blood.

"I want to see her suffer," Gally snarled. "For everything she's done."

That was all I needed to hear.

"Thomas, I have to go in," I said firmly. "It's me he wants. I can trade myself for Newt and Minho, and while I keep Gally busy, you can get them all out of here."

"Y/N, no way. Don't even think about it—"

But I was already walking.

"GALLY!" I called, my voice slicing through the tense air. "Heard you were looking for me."

Every head turned.

The second I stepped into the glade, hands grabbed me, rough and unrelenting.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here," Gally mused, his lips curling into a smirk.

"You got me," I said. "Now let them go."

"Y/N, NO! RUN!" Newt and Minho shouted in unison, struggling against their restraints.

Gally took his time, letting my words sink in before nodding to one of his men. A glader untied Newt and Minho, shoving them toward the ground.

Then Gally turned to me.

His grip was brutal as he yanked me toward the pole, tying me up without an ounce of care for how tightly the rope bit into my wrists.

Minho staggered, still winded from the punches, and Newt helped him up. "Where's Tommy?" Newt whispered as I passed them.

I forced a small smile. "Maze," I murmured. "Run."

And they did.

Newt's POV

Tommy's safe. That's the only thing keeping me from losing my shucking mind right now.

I kept my arm around Minho as we ran into the maze, our feet pounding against the ground.

"Newt! Over here!"

I turned my head at the sound of Thomas' voice and spotted him standing near the wall, his expression a mixture of relief and urgency.

The moment I reached him, I threw my arms around him in a tight hug. It wasn't until I heard Minho clear his throat that I realized I was still holding onto him like he was Y/N.

I pulled back quickly, clearing my throat. "Minho, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Minho muttered. "Just pissed off."

"We did it," Thomas said, his voice breathless but full of something else—something wild. "Me and Y/N. We found it. The hidden sector, it's real."

I stared at him. "No way..."

"The way out," Thomas continued. "We can escape the maze."

Minho and I exchanged glances, the weight of his words sinking in.

"But first," Thomas said, his face darkening, "we need to get Y/N back."

I nodded. "So any ideas?"