Thomas POV
I hated that place, Tommy. I hated every second of every day. And it was all… your… fault!
"Subject A-5 is climbing the walls. Do we stop it?"
I'm glad to be here, glad to serve WICKED.
"No, this is exactly what this test is about. Sacrifices must be made for the cure. Take notes." I couldn't understand how WICKED could be so heartless. How they could just let a boy kill himself.
I'll do whatever they need me to do so we can find a cure for the virus.
I stood there, stuck unable to save the boy from killing himself. I was stuck, forced to take notes.
Teresa had never heard anything so forced in her life.
"You know this is what we have to do." I didn't have to look to know it was Teresa who stood next to me. "Tom, by letting this one boy die, we are saving millions of lives." I shook my head, wondering how she was so sure of WICKEDs sick and twisted ways.
How could she shrink at sacrificing a few to save the many? How could anyone?
"Subject A-7 has run into the Maze. He hopes to stop A-5. Do we stop him?" I glanced over to see Rachel ready to enact the killzone. Aris shook his head, wearing a disgustingly fake smirk.
And Thomas here'll actually smile for once.
Thomas turned to Minho and exaggerated a smile.
You are one ugly shank
"Don't bother. The subject will never get there in time." I turned my head back to the screen to see he was a quarter way up the vines. I stopped moving, wishing I wasn't stuck with a room of heartless souls.
The Creators did this, not Tommy and Teresa.
I moved to take notes, to write down how sorry I was. As I wrote I froze, realizing I didn't even now what we called the boy.
Name's Newt, Greenie.
"What is his name?" Everyone looked at me as though I had grown another head. "What is the name we gave the subject?" I flinched inwardly when I said that.
"What does it matter? It's not even real." I turned to glare at Aris, but stopped myself, knowing WICKED wouldn't have that.
Speak! Spit it out!
"My notes would be better if I knew. You know it right?" One by one, they all shook there heads. Eventually Teresa took pity on me and moved to the screens. She cut off the screen showing the boy so she could pull up his data.
Its almost suicide.
I read the info, heart sinking more with each word. His personal info hurt, seeing how he used to have a home, a sister, even a dog. I tried to figure out how I could take all that away from someone. It was the info at the bottom at the screen that my mind stayed stuck on.
You're subject A-five and they called you the glue.
Subject: A5
The glue?
Yeah. Probably because you're kind of the glue that holds us together.
Title: The glue
The following are not immune.
Type: non immune
Newt…
Name: Newt
The others had left me alone, stuck watching someone die because of me. I flicked back to the other screen, just in time to see Newt reach the top of the vines, halfway up the wall.
That he was going to be killed.
I sunk to the ground, knowing that they would know if I used his killzone to make him climb back down. Newt instead stood there, holding on to the vines. At first I hoped he would second think this, climb to safety.
Instead, he spoke. I listened to his voice shake as he spoke, British accent strong even after one and a half years. I stood, knowing if I didn't listen, no one ever would. Or at least care what his final words were about.
But they were just words.
"I know I've always talked about shucking order. I know I should just climb back down." I nodded, wishing he could see me. "But I know that you, Creators, are listening." I took a sharp inhale of breath, wondering how he knew.
I will never forgive you.
"I know you wouldn't just put us here without checking up on us. You have put us through so much. You're the reason I'm about to let go." His words hit me like a bullet in the chest. I held back tears, knowing it was my fault. The reason we were stuck in this situation. The reason Newt was killing himself.
Make amends! Repent for what you did!
"So I want you to deliver my message. To either Minho or Alby. I think I deserve that much." I shot up to my feet, knowing what I had to do. For the first time, I was glad we could control what the gladers did.
The runner, Minho I presumed, was close to him. I accessed his killzone, directing him to Newt. I ran back to the screen, only to see Minho stop, silenced. I turned, seeing one of the scientists, Janson, controlling him.
After everything, could it be true they only needed one more death?
"You know better than to mess with the variables. Remember what side you're on." I stood there, shaking, just as stuck as Minho was. I watched hopeless, as the tragedy unfolded in front of me.
Everything inside of him churned and hurt; the tears that had yet to come burned in his eyes.
"You probably have better things to do than watch me all day, so I'll make this quick." I shook my head, not caring what WICKED saw. This was wrong. All of it.
"Tell… just tell them that… I'm sorry. I just can't take this anymore." I felt a tear fall down my face, seeing a boy, not much older than me, give up. Because of what I had done, because I couldn't do anything about it.
What have I done?
"I hope you can find your way out. Just it won't be with me. I'm sorry." I watched a tear make its way down his face. I screamed when he finally let go. When he fell, I heard a sickening crack. I turned, eyes closed, to see his vitals.
I looked at the screens, scared of what I would see. I saw that he would live long enough for his friend to get medical help. I looked to see Janson release Minho from his control and walked away.
I bet this another one of their bloody tests! All of this meant to happen and we're being analyzed again.
Minho automatically moved to help. I stayed, eyes stuck to the screen. Anger at WICKED built within me. I wanted to be sure no one else would have to go through this again. Even if it meant WICKED was my enemy.
WICKED isn't good.
I looked once more at the pair, seeing Minho panic as he ran against the clock. Seeing Newt moaning in pain, leg leaving a trail of blood. I knew what I had to do.
Every lovin' second of every lovin' day we spend in honor of the maze.
I marched through the halls, pushing past the crowds. I only stopped to force open the door to Ava Paige's office.
I knew the Chancellor didn't want to see the kids he's asked to give away their lives.
Despite the fact I had never met her, I knew I had go to the highest possible to get my demand.
What had been done to Alby and Newt and Minho and all the rest would be done to them. There was no turning back.
"Thomas, what are you-" I cut her off, reminding myself of the pain. Newt's speech played through my mind. A way out. I took a breath, unable to take being stuck here another second.
Newt's image seared across his mind.
"You're going to send me to the Maze. Then you're going to let me free them from your prison. I'm not taking no for an answer."
He couldn't allow himself to see what he'd done to his friend. The horror of it, the sorrow and guilt and sickness of it all threatened to consume him, filled his eyes with tears as he ran toward the white van.
Six months after the demand, I was in the Maze. Fifty days after that, we were in Paradise. Remembering the pain.
He'd shot his best friend in the head.
Remembering WICKED breaking our world.
I can't.
Do it!
I can't!
Remembering how two hundred fifty days after my demand, I was stuck sending a cure to my friend's madness.
With his heart falling into a dark abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.
AN: This is going to sound horrible, but I hope this piece of klunk made you really sad… This was my first time ending a fic so I hope it wasn't too bad. I would like to thank anyone who has read this because it means a lot to me that you would take the time to read my work. But I would really like to thank Machete girl for following and reviewing this. Also for understanding the whole update timing thing. I would also like to thank Emzjbee for following and favoriting this. I have no idea what I did to make you like my writing, but I'll try to keep it up. Please, if you liked this, were sad because of this, have any constructive criticism, then review. I hope this was good and you enjoyed reading this as much as you could when it's about this topic… just thanks
Disclaimer: James Dashner would be pointing and laughing at your pain from reading this. I don't point and laugh, I merely just am filled with… well not really joy but… whatever.