Hey guys this is my first story so don't be too harsh. Constructive criticism is always welcome :D
50 years after the ending of Death Cure.
Thomas lay in a hospital bed. The room was filled with machines that kept him alive. The walls were completely white and plain. It reminded him of the room that Janson once put him in. He was on the verge of death, he knew it. His life flashed before his eyes glimpses of the Glade, the Scorch, Brenda, Newt, Minho, Chuck and Teresa. Teresa. His image of her had faded greatly over the years. Those piercing blue eyes, her pale skin, her laugh. He winced at the memory.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was the last original Glader alive. Minho, Gally and Frypan had died a few years ago. Part of him was relieved that he was almost reunited with his friends, but part of him felt guilty for leaving Brenda, Tony and Lance behind. His wife, child and grandchild. He smiled at the thought of them. Now, fifty years later, he deeply regretted not getting his memories back. He wanted to remember. Remember everything. But it was too late. This so called 'Paradise' had been nothing but pain to him, the memories torturing him every night. His friends were the only thing that kept him going. But now he had nothing that held him back.
His thoughts were disturbed by a knock on the door. "Gramps?" a quite voice whispered. Thomas opened his eyes and saw the door slowly opening and a teenage boy stepping inside. He was sixteen years old, around 6 feet tall. He had messy brown hair and large, brown eyes. It was Lance, his grandchild. "How are you doing?" he asked. "I'm getting weaker," Thomas croaked "I won't last much longer. Lance looked like he was about to cry. Thomas noticed this and gave him a wary smile. He was too tired to speak, but his eyes told him it was going to be okay. He gave Lance hope. He didn't know how many people in his life gave him hope and how many times he was let down. He shook the thought away and tried to focus on Lance. "I…I don't want to lose you, I can't." the boy stuttered. "Let me tell you this boy, life isn't fair, but everything happens for a reason. When I'm gone I want you to make me proud. Good that?" the older man barely whispered. "Yes" Lance said and began sobbing uncontrollably. Thomas wanted to protect him, comfort him but he was too weak. He felt so helpless.
Instead he closed his eyes and thought about the past. What had happened to the people in the cities? Were they all…dead? Was the time of the Flare finally over? These questions flooded his mind regularly. But no-one had an answer this time.
He sighed deeply and thought about the Maze. He remembered the terrible, terrible creatures. Their names were already slipping away. Where they called Grievers? A chill went down his spine. He thought about his friends. Chuck who had died saving him, Newt whom he killed, Teresa who had sacrificed herself for him. Silent tears were already rolling down his cheeks. He tried his best to remember Chuck. The chubby little kid, his first friend. His smile that lit up his whole face. He promised him. He did. And Newt. The one who was always there for him. The one who never doubted him in the Glade. And he killed him. Shame filled Thomas. Suddenly he was holding the gun to Newts forehead. "Please, Tommy, please." And then he pulled the trigger.
He opened his heavy eyes and saw that Lance had stopped crying and was staring blankly at the wall. "Gran and Dad said that you don't have longer than a week. I hope they're wrong." Suddenly Thomas felt an enormous weight on his chest. Something was tugging at his heart. He gasped suddenly, startling Lance. He started breathing short shallow breaths. He already felt his life slipping away. He saw panic in Lance's eyes as he yelled "Gran, Dad! Come immediately!" He rushed over to Thomas's side and looked him in the eyes. "Please don't die. Please live a little longer." Thomas tried answering him, but he couldn't. Brenda and Tony rushed into the room. Tony looked very much like Lance only older. He scanned the room and then looked at Thomas. Their eyes met and it took every bit of Thomas's strength to nod at Tony. The man understood tears filling his eyes. They all gathered around his bed and Thomas took one last glance at his family. And then everything became dark.