Chapter 22

A/N: I have no idea what I should say… Usually, one would say 'sorry for not updating!' but… I'm not… That sounds wrong. Okay, I haven't been updating because I have a lot going on, like school, family issues, and we don't know if we're going to be moving next week or not -_- incredibly stressing, needless to say. It's been two months since the entire 'are we moving or not' thing started. So far, we haven't moved even though we were supposed to a couple weeks ago. SO, I'm sorry I haven't updated and left you guys with a bad chapter last time I updated and things like that :P Enjoy this one!

When Thomas woke up, there was chaos. Nurses rushed around as Gladers woke up screaming.

"Get the tranquilizers!" Nurse Nidia shouted with a war cry as she jumped over Thomas, heading towards Alby who was kicking at the tangled sheets around him, screaming with everything he had. What was going on? What the heck happened? And then, it hit him.

"Silly, Dilly Dylan," a voice sang as he hid in a closet, holding Blake, no, Chuck. He was holding Chuck. Someone was coming, someone horrible. "Wakey, wakey Blakey!"

Cranks. He was surrounded by cranks that somehow knew him.

"It's your parents. They're going to kill you," a voice whispered in his mind as more memories started to flood. Suddenly he was surrounded by clouds, two people stared at him, smiling as they hugged each other, beckoning him forward.

"Dylan, come on, come here," his father, a tall man that reminded Thomas of himself called.

"Oh, Dylan," his mother smiled a sad sort of smile, her light brown curly hair and round cheeks reminding him of Chuck. "You've been through so much. The Maze has been horrible to you and your brother. But we're here now. We can be a family again."

Thomas took a step forward, eyes wide as tears threatened to spill. His parents. He remembered his parents. His mother, whom Blake had taken after, was standing right there. He remembered her tender hands healing a cut on his leg. He remembered how terrifying she could be when he disobeyed her. He remembered her!

And his father, the one he took after. He could see how they used to play video games together, using loving smack talk. He remembered how his father had loved him. He remembered all the times he'd disappointed his father and all the times he'd made them proud. He remembered how his father taught him how to punch to protect Blake from bullies at school. He remembered him, and he remembered everything. They were alive, even though the nurses had told him that his parents had died, as well as his past recording self… wait… His past self clearly stated they were dead… Slowly, their faces changed, grunts of pain coming from them as they fell from the floor. The clouds disappeared and were replaced with smoldering heat. Broken buildings towered above them casting eerie shadows. Then the screaming came. Horrible, loud, agonizing screaming.

"Help us Dylan! HELP US!"

Their hair fell from their heads, teeth were yanked by invisible forces, wounds appeared on their skin and slowly… ever so slowly, their noses fell off onto the ground. Then the laughter started. Insane laughter, loud giggles that wouldn't stop.

"No!" Thomas found himself screaming, his voice panicked and cracking as they slowly staggered up. His mother took a step forward, shoulders shaking with laughter.

"Silly, Dilly Dylan," she whispered as she reached forward. "Can I has your noses pwease?"

"Your nose Tommy," Newt appeared from behind them, swinging his arm obviously broken arm back and forth. "We want your nose."

"Please Tom… give them what they want before I die again," Teresa appeared, not looking like a crank, but something worse. Her arms were squished together, half of one was gone, as well as most of her left leg. Her right ankle was twisted so her foot was completely backwards and her teeth had been shattered, yet the next words she spoke were clear and loud. "You left me in the collapsing building Tom… You left me… You left me! Why would you leave me! I trusted you with my life and you betrayed me! YOU SHOULD BURN!"

"I hate you."

Thomas whirled around to see Chuck, a knife in his chest. It had been the knife Gally threw.

"What?" Thomas whispered, his breath coming in panicked pitches.

"I hate you," Chuck repeated, taking a step forward. "I died for you and you did nothing to avenge me. You let Gally go. You're even friends with him… I hate you."

Thomas turned in a slow circle as everyone started to move forward. They were going to kill him, and they hated him.

"Gives us your noses Dylaaaaan." "Come on Tommy, hand it over."

Thomas ran into one of the buildings, jumping through a shattered window.

"Burn Tom… burn!" "Silly Dilly Dylan has no uses for his noses!" "BURN."

He turned up the stairs and took them two at a time, all the while dodging rusty pipes and sharp glass.

"I hate you. I can't believe I ever called you a brother." "Noses Dylan, noses!"

He let out a short shout as he held his hands over his ears, trying desperately to block them out.

"Hand it over Tommy. Right now, if you know what's good for you." "I trusted you Tom! I trusted you!"

"Give us your nose, son!" "I hate you." "You left me for dead!"

"Make it stop," Thomas whispered as he reached the roof, slamming the door shut and slowly sinking against it. "Please, please stop!"

"I knows you has a nose Dilly!" "Kill me, if you've ever been my friend Tommy… kill me!"

Sobs started to rack his body as the door shook. They were trying to get to him. He heard his mother giggling madly as they banged on the door.

"Burn Tom, burn!" "I hate you so much." "Nose! Nose! Hahaha!"

"No, no," Thomas covered his head as he brought his knees closer to his chest. "No, no!"

"I hate your very being!" "Nosey nose! Heeheehee!" "Wake up."

"Just shut up! All of you, shut up!" Thomas shouted as more cranks started to rush into the building, climbing the steps slowly with madness.

"Thomas." "Tommy… Please…" "Hahaha! HAHAHAHA! Nose, NOSE? I want the nose. Give your mommy the nose sweetie! Heeheehee!" "Wake up!" "You should be crushed under a rock like me!"

Thomas didn't even bother to wipe away his tears as someone appeared before him. She wasn't a crank, as far as she could tell, and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She had a certain 'I'm totally awesome' air about her as she held up a syringe… It was Brenda…

"Wake up Thomas," she spoke, the words not her own but that of Nurse Nidia. "When I tell you to shucking do something, you do it!"

Something slapped him across the cheek and suddenly he was back in the hospital room, chaos still erupting around him. Nurse Nidia slapped him across the cheek once again as she glared at him.

"What…" He trailed off, trying to gain control of his normal breathing pattern.

"I have no clue!" Nidia threw her arms in the air, scowl across her face. "We're trying to calm everyone down, so please, stay in your bed."

With that, she rushed off to the next bed where Gally lay. Fresh tears were rolling down his cheek as he reached out for something… no, it was someone.

"No, no!" He sobbed as Nidia slapped him. Minho had already woken up and was furiously wiping at his eyes. Chuck was hiding under the covers and Newt wasn't even in his bed.

"Wake up bonehead!" Nurse Nidia growled in Gally's ear. There was no effect. Whatever was happening, it wasn't normal. What was happened was horrible, vile, cruel… Thomas might even say it was just plain Wicked.

A/N: MWHAHAHAHAHAHA! And yes, I actually do know where I'm going with this. :P Tell me what ya thunked! And I promise to try and update more often, especially since I left you with this cliff hanger. :P To be honest, I'm kinda losing inspiration for the story. But don't worry 'End Of the Trial' fans. I will find inspiration! :D

Anywho, review! :D