Re-play Re-wind Re-do (maze runner fanfic)

1. The Box

Thomas P.O.V.

We’ve been in the paradise for a while now, about 3 months and everyone seems to have settled nicely. I’m sitting with Brenda on a hill watching the sun set when I see Minho out of the corner of my eye. When I turn to look at him his knees are up with his head laying on it and arms wrapped so you can’t see his face. “Hey Brenda I’m just going to go check on Minho is that okay?”

“Sure,” she says, “I’m going to go check on the girls from Group B,” and then we both got up and went our separate ways.

When I get to Minho he lifts up his head and I see that his eyes are glassy and red...he’s been crying. It was a strange and odd look because I have never seen Minho like this before, he never cries. “Minho?” I ask as I sit down next to him and pull up my legs to my chest

”I’m just still trying to process everything, especially with Newt,” after he said that there was a long pause, and I shift awkwardly in my position, “Did you see him before you got to Wicked?” he asks his eyes starting to fill up more with tears. I don’t know how to respond to this, If I tell him then I won’t have to hold in the truth anymore but if I lie I feel like I’m just slowly cutting away the rope holding us together. “No”, I replied, I then got this horrible bubbly feeling in my throat as if the truth wanted to jump out. He then went back and put his head on his knees again. We sat there for a while then it was pitch black, I stand up and shake Minho telling him that it was already night but he refused to get up so I leave him and walk to our room.

I go into our room, our room here in the paradise is cosy and every time I think of the room it reminds me of the Scorch, then the memory of the Cranks come back into mind and I shudder. Our room is a nice rectangle room stretching far to the right when you walk through the door. It has 2 double beds both on the same wall, some drawers, an en suite, a mirror and a nice plasma TV. Well at least they finally had a TV after years of wishing for one, I thought as I went to my bed and laid there watching TV.

After a few minutes Minho comes in, his face is blank and looks normal, as if nothing ever happened. He lies down on his bed and says with his normal tone, “Pass the remote shuck face, this show is too boring”, I then chuckle a bit and toss him the remote. After 10 minutes of flicking through the channels he then turned off the TV and put the remote on the bedside table and looked at me. I suddenly got really nervous; he had a suspicious look in his eye and then lay down on his bed facing upward. “I somehow wish all this never happened, if I could I would go back in time and change all of this klunk”, he said his head resting in his bed, “I wish that too sometimes”, and then I dozed off.

Minho P.O.V.

I wake up the next morning and I start to go off into the woods to collect materials and take my daily run, I feel like running is now part of me and I can’t quit it after all I’ve been through running and running for days on end. Then after not even 30 minutes into the morning I hear a loud bang and a siren wailing that sounded exactly like the glades siren, this isn’t the shucking glade, if WICKED is going to put me in another Trial I will not hesitate to beat them up, I here everyone whispering and questions being raised, “What? How was this even possible?” “This isn’t real”, and more questions along those lines. I run as fast as I can to the place where people are huddled and I see them surrounding a large box, large enough to fit all of us in. Not another trial, can’t they leave us at peace?  Then my thoughts get disturbed as the door cracks open and I see a figure coming through. The person looked awfully familiar. The same pale skin, dark hair and blue eyes.

It was Teresa.

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Teresa is alive again, wonder who else, jokes she is alone, or not. 

These chapters are edited.