"To talk to Teresa. What happened?" Thomas asks, trying to look into the room.
"Seriously?" you ask. "I get checking in on her and making sure she isn't dead, but this? You went to chat with her despite everything that happened? Despite everything that's still happening?"
"I--" Thomas starts.
"Our Map Room was set on fire and you ran off to talk to your shuck girlfriend?" Minho interrupts, his forehead creasing in anger. "What's wrong with you?"
"I didn't think it mattered anymore-- if you haven't figured out the Maps by now."
Your eyes widen. If the Maps weren't safely stored in the weapons room, you might have finally lost it.
"Yeah, this'd be a great freaking time to give up," Minho rants. "What the--"
"I'm sorry-- just tell me what happened." Thomas stands on his tiptoes to look over the shoulder of the boy in front of him to get a better look at Alby.
You almost roll your eyes at his lie of an apology. He isn't sorry about a thing.
"What happened?" he repeats, turning to Minho this time.
"Winston found him in here, half dead, the Map Room blazing. Some shanks got in there and put it out, but way too late. All the trunks are burned to a freaking crisp. I suspected Alby at first, but whoever did it slammed his shuck head against the table-- you can see where. It's nasty."
"Who do you think did it?" Thomas asks.
"Doesn't matter," you reply. "I doubt we'll be able to find him, and right now we should be more concerned about Alby."
"What's going on?" Thomas demands, looking between the two of you. "There's no way you'd let this slip."
"Shut your hole for now," Minho says, holding a finger to his lips. A small smile plays across his face. "Just shut it. You'll find out soon enough."
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The Cost of the Cure
FanfictionOne day, you wake up with no memories. You know two things: your name and the fact that you are terrified. You find yourself in a strange place called the Glade. Even though no one else remembers anything at all, you find it harder than ever to brea...
