TMR - Thomas x X-reader fanfiction

Chapter Twelve

A/N

Trigger warning. There is descriptions of blood and injuries in this chapter which may be triggering for some people. I've put the ~~~~ before and after the part so you can skip it if you feel the need to <3 

Y/N's POV

The ropes cut deep into my wrists, the coarse fibers burning against my skin as I struggled against them. My mind drifted to Thomas and the others—were they safe? I had a sinking feeling deep in my gut, a heavy weight pressing against my chest. My arms ached, my body stiff from hours tied to the pole, but the worst pain came from within—the gnawing dread in my stomach.

Something was wrong.

I could feel it.

Across the clearing, Gally paced near the bonfire, his shadow stretching long against the ground. His gaze flicked toward me, sharp and unreadable, before he turned to one of the gladers.

"Bring me my spear."

My heart slammed against my ribs.

His footsteps were slow, deliberate, as he approached. I watched as he stepped closer, the firelight flickered across his face, highlighting the hatred burning in his eyes. I forced myself to meet his eyes, refusing to let him see my fear. "What are you going to do to me?" I asked, irritation laced in my voice, though my heart pounded against my ribs.

Gally smirked. "You don't know?" He let out a quiet, humorless chuckle. "I'm going to kill you."

A shiver ran through me, but I clenched my fists. "Why?"

His expression darkened, eyes burning with hatred. "Because you don't belong here. Because you're the reason Alby is dead. Because you made the griever stop. And I don't trust you. I don't like you. That's why."

I pulled at the ropes, trying in vain to loosen them.

"Don't even bother," he said, watching me with amusement. "You'll be dead in an hour or two."

He turned and walked away, leaving me trapped, helpless.

I bit my lip, forcing back the tears. I wouldn't cry. Not here. Not in front of him.

Thomas' POV

"KILL HER?!"

The words hit me like a hammer, knocking the air from my lungs.

My pulse roared in my ears, my body trembling as panic overtook me. "We—We need to save her."

Newt and Minho were silent.

"Why aren't you saying anything?!" I demanded, my voice cracking. My legs buckled, and I collapsed to the ground.

Newt knelt beside me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. His grip was strong, grounding, but it did nothing to stop the ache clawing at my chest.

Minho exhaled sharply. "You're right, Thomas."

I forced myself to breathe, pushing through the panic. "Okay, listen up—I think I have an idea."

Newt and Minho leaned in.

"Newt, you distract them. Minho, you and I will get in and free Y/N."

Newt raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly am I supposed to distract them?"

"I don't know, think of something."

A smirk spread across his face. "I think I've got just the thing."

Minho cracked his knuckles. "Alright, let's do this."

Newt's POV