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Thomas
"Thomas." A whisper captures my attention, eyes opening up wide as I sit up quickly in my lower bunk.
"Thomas." The voice pierces the silence again. I cock my eyebrow in the darkness, slowly hanging over my mattress, and peering under my bed. A boy lays in the entrance of a vent, whispering my name.
"What?" I reply, trying to be as quiet as possible.
"Follow me."
We crawl through the vents, my hands and knees aching as we bundle through the long tube. My mind wanders back to Sam and the Gladers, hopefully nobody wakes up whilst I'm gone, that could cause havoc.
"Okay, we are here." The thumping of the boys' knees against metal stops, as he sits by another large vent. "Watch this, and hurry up, your are going to miss it." He whispers, ushering me over.
I join him at the vent, looking over at a white corridor. The boy places a finger to his lips, symbolising me to keep quiet. A couple of minutes pass, before hospital beds - covered over with a thick grey, blanket - are wheeled into a pin-protected room.
The beds are continued to be pushed inside, the doctors following them, the doors hissing of the doors as they close and filling the silence. "Once they go in, they don't return." The boy breaks the eerie silence.
"Are they... bodies? What-" I ask, confusion dripping from my voice.
"I don't know, but the vents don't lead that far."
"How often is this?" I ask the throbbing question in the back of my mind, staring intently at the boy.
"Every week, its like clockwork." He answers, eyes filled with fear and hatred. "Do you want to go back? That's all I needed to show you."
I nod, heading back to the vent, leading to the gladers' room. "My name is Thomas, by the way." I stop and turn around, facing the unknown teenager.
He tugs down his hood, recognition courses through my veins.
"Aris."
Sam
My eyes flutter open, a yawn escaping my lips, as I stretch out my legs. I slowly sit up, pushing Minho's arm from my waist and laying Alex on his bicep.
I clamber out of bed and look around the room, the Gladers sleep peacefully from all around, their snores echoing throughout the quiet room. I smile to myself, entering the bathroom attached to our room.
I do my business and leave the bathroom, coming face to face with Thomas, an uneasy look in his eyes. "Are you okay?" I whisper, feeling concerned for my brother.
He nods, "Just another nightmare. Can you move? I need a piss."
I slowly move out the way, rolling my eyes. "You are so gross, I don't need to know that."
He enters the bathroom, locking the door behind him. I sigh, looking around the room. My eyes meet Newt's and I walk over to him, "how are you doing?" I ask, sitting down on the edge of his bed and crossing my legs.
"Good, I guess. My head is pounding like a bloody shuckface." He grimaces, rubbing his eyes.
I nod, "I don't really know how to help with that one."
He grins, "Minho is so lucky to have someone like you. I'm not flirtin', because I'm gay - but only being kind. You bring out the best in him, y'know."
"I guess I do, you and Tom are a cute couple too." I smile at Newts blushing face. "I need to ask something."
"Go on then."
"Do you remember your parents? Or siblings?" I ask, genuinely curious.
"Just a couple of things, but I can't really see their faces - they are smudged. The bloody creators have put up a hard wall between me and my memories." Newt answers, stroking his lip with his finger, hand resting on his chin.
"Me too, it would be nice to remember - to know who my family really is." I sigh, tears filling my eyes, "If I even have a family."
"Don't be upset, I'm sure they are out there, somewhere." Newt reaches over to me and engulfs me in a hug, "Sad thoughts won't get you anywhere." He says, as if with experience.
"Thank you, Newtie." I smile, ruffling his brown hair.
"No problem." He grins, his British accent showing.
A/N:
Who has see the Death Cure?
I watched it and cried my eyes out (TMR fans know why), don't worry I won't give spoilers, and thought that I should add in a conversation with Newt because I haven't really had him in this fanfiction.
I wanted him to be in this because he is one of my favourite characters, although his character is gay (and even James Dashner said so!) I still love his personality. I'm not saying that you can't love him or write fanfics about him, I'm just saying that I thought that I should embrace this characters sexuality, etc. So I used Thomas as his partner, many might not agree with Newtmas, but I'm sorry, I'm not really a Thomas guy and Newtmas is a popular ship.
Thank you for the support!
And also, just another notice, I am really sorry that this is late. There has been a storm (the Beast from the East) and it has hit my country really hard, so the wifi is not very good - and I can't really update very well.
