Thomas was scrambling around the glade before he was even fully awake. All he knew was that Newt was gone and there was no sign of him to be found anywhere. For all intents and purposes, it was like he never existed in the maze. Not a stitch of anything he owned could be found either which worried Thomas more than he cared to admit. How does someone simply vanish overnight when there was simply no place for them to vanish to? The maze doors ground open though the sound didn't even reach Thomas' ears in his desperate panic to find his missing boyfriend. Minho had insisted on going out there as not to lose a day and if, heaven forbid, Newt got in somehow during the night, Minho wanted to hopefully bring something back.
"Alby! Thomas!" Minho called out, mere seconds after he jogged into the maze. Thomas sprinted towards the Keeper, a feeling of utter dread rising in the pit of his stomach. Nothing good could come of it and Thomas knew it just by the tone of voice Minho used. The Runner stared pointedly at the wall as if hypnotized by something. He pointed upwards as he spotted Thomas by the door. "We've got a message." Thomas stepped next to Minho and tried to breathe as he read the words pained on the wall.
Newt is no longer needed by W.I.C.K.E.D, his variables have been examined and henceforth been terminated.
Thomas collapsed against the wall behind him, unwilling to fully comprehend the meaning of the words.
"Terminated?" Alby asked when he finally joined Minho and Thomas. "You don't think they would really …?"
"That's exactly what I think. They stole him from the maze while we were asleep and-" Minho started but was quickly interrupted.
"They killed him. The sons of bitches will pay even if it takes the last breath I've got," Thomas gritted out in anguish. He punched the wall violently and with a resounding thump of bone on stone.
"No use to anyone with a broken hand. Go see Jeff," Alby ordered. Thomas opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by a glare by the leader. "No objections, now go. You're too close to Newt and hot headed to be making decisions right now. Get your hand set before it heals the wrong way and come find me after lunch." Thomas huffed at the command but complied with the reasoning. Newt was gone and no amount of sitting around and talking would change the events that already happened.