Get Away (maze runner fanfic) (Thomas x reader)

Chapter Seven

I eventually leave the room and walk around the tunnels for what seems like endless hours. I unconsciously rub the brand on my shoulder and a river of thoughts flow through my mind. The plan to kidnap the WICKED girl was smart. She has a personal connection to them, making it difficult for her to say no. However, what if she doesn't agree with it? What if she does and she betrays us? She did once according to Brenda. She was the reason behind the attack on the Right Arm. Was this a good idea?

Thomas seems to be completely against it. From Newt's reaction, even though the Flare was influencing it, they must have a history. Friends from childhood? Lovers? What is their dynamic? Does he hate her because she caused everyone he saved to be captured again? Does he still care about her?

Out of all the people I have encountered because of my father's position, Thomas must be the hardest to crack. Why do I want to crack him anyway? What is it about those caramel eyes that has me drawn to figuring him out?

"Y/N" a voice calls out, shaking me out of my thoughts. I turn to see Gally. "You okay?" He walks to me slowly. I rub my face, now realizing that I had been crying. Why am I crying?

"I'm fine. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah we were able to convince Thomas to go with the plan"

"Great. That's great."

Gally looks at me, unconvinced that I'm okay. He pulls me into a hug and sighs. "Y/N you have to stop trying to carry the world on your shoulders"

I laugh. "What are you talking about?"

"I know you're worried about Lawrence and that you think he's not going to survive to see the end of this but you have to stop putting pressure on yourself because of it"

"He needs a cure"

"We'll find one" He pulls away and walks me to the map room, his hand on the small of my back.

***

Thomas takes the bag off of the girl's head and I finally can match a name to a face. Teresa's expression consisted of many emotions. Hurt, confusion, anger. All of them reasonable. After all, she was kidnapped. Thomas maintains his blank stare as he kneels down in front of her. He begins explaining her role in our scheme and she stays silent. She knows that she has no choice so she begins removing the trackers that the WICKED kids had implanted in their necks.

I keep to myself as I prepare the guard uniforms and weapons. Before long, Teresa approaches me. She stays quiet for a moment. "Do you need your tracker removed?" I look at her and start laughing.

"Sweetheart I am not one of your test subjects. I don't have anything that you need to meddle with," I say bitterly before returning my focus to my work. Teresa stares at me, confused with my answer.

"Weren't you in a maze? You seem young enough to be an imm-"

"I don't know if I'm immune or not. I never got tested."

Teresa sighs and turns around. Before she goes back to Thomas, she says, "I can test you if you want. I'm sure you want to know" I roll my eyes and try to keep my cool. She is probably trying to be nice. She's not aware of my life story. Then again, she probably needs more test subjects. I sigh as I return to the weapons.

"Teresa!" I call out. I turn around to see her look at me. She seems hopeful. She thinks I changed my mind. "If our world wasn't the way it is, you could be an amazing actress," I begin.

"Excuse me?"

"You seem to have great intentions. You have a calm voice. Those big blue eyes that seem to belong to a kind woman. You probably want to pursue science to help people. But I know the truth. I didn't need your 'friends' to tell me about your biggest flaw. You are naturally a traitor."

"Y/N, that's-" Thomas tries but I continue.

"You want to help but at the end of the day, you're a selfish bitch who works for WICKED. Anyone who works for WICKED has turned their backs on the people and are only continuing research for their GODDAMN BENEFIT! You're using kids as guinea pigs. You only give out the Bliss treatment to those who can afford it. Face it, your whole mission is just propaganda for people to sacrifice the people they love most to save your  own asses!" Teresa stares at me, shocked to say the very least. Thomas walks up to me and pulls my arm, walking me away from the crowded room. Before he closes the door, Newt looks at me with pity. He thinks I'm going through the same thing as him.