16.

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I was crouched down the pit, staring down at Thomas as he lay passed out. I glanced over at Minho and Newt, feeling uncomfortable with all three of them together after the recent events, but none of that really mattered right now, we have more important things to handle.

"How much longer?" Newt muttered tired of sitting here, we had to have Thomas wake up much faster. Gally has convinced everyone in the glade that this is all Thomas's fault. Which we know it wasn't, but everyone wont believe us, especially since Alby had passed. Everyone follows Gally now, even when Newt is second in command.

"Ugh..."

I snapped my head down the pit, seeing Thomas groaning as he slowly sat up, his chocolate brown eyes glimmering brighter in the sunlight.

"Morning sunshine." Newt smiled gratefully, as he leaned a bit closer to the pit. Thomas glanced up at Newt, then Minho, then his eyes landed on me. And his face quickly fell, his eyes sparking with guilt almost.

"This is all my fault..." He muttered, shifting his position uncomfortably, avoiding eye contact now with all three of us. We all looked at each other in confusion, then Minho had spoken.

"What are you talking about?"

Thomas glanced up at us, his arms resting on his knees as his legs practically hugged him. I just stared at him, observing him calmly, I never wanted to take my eyes off of him. However, suddenly I feel Newt's hand gently brush mine, and I quickly take my eyes off Thomas and glance at Newt, who was just looking at Thomas in concern.

"Guys... I did this to you. I worked with them."

Newt frowned and shook his head trying to understand what Thomas was saying. I looked at Thomas in confusion, not sure what he was saying either.

"What? Who?"

"Wicked."

Silence fell into the earth, the wind smacking us in the face roughly, but that didn't matter, Knowing that Thomas was with Wicked, and that he had done this to everyone gave me a pit in my stomach that just wouldn't go away.

I glanced at Minho and Newt, seeing the sadness and uncertainty in their faces, and I knew I had to say something at that moment.

"It doesn't matter." I shrugged simply, pouting my lips in a nonchalant way. Everyone looked at me, frowning, but Newt just looked at the ground, rubbing his chin in thought.

"Your with us now, it doesn't matter." I concluded, trying to make them understand that just because Thomas was working with Wicked, didn't mean he was Wicked.

"That's the thing Y/N... you were with Wicked too." Thomas whispered, I could visibly see his hands shaking.

My eyes widened, I refused to believe it though. How could I be working with Wicked? I didn't say anything, just stared at Thomas, my eyes welled up with tears suddenly. I wasn't sure what to say now, before I was ready to comfort Thomas, but now I wasn't sure what to do.

"Y/n is right. It doesn't matter now that you're with us." Newt broke the silence, glancing at all of us as he continued to speak.

"Gally has convinced everyone that this is all your fault. Which maybe true, but you can also get us out of this. If we don't do anything, Alby would have died for nothing. And I cannot have that." Newt's voice was shaking a bit at the end of his speech, his voice cracking like he was holding back tears for Alby.

I looked at Newt, and forced a weak smile when he looked at me, Newt was right. If we just sit here and do nothing, this all would have been for nothing.

"Teresa was with Wicked too." Thomas spoke, seeming like he was trying to convince us that he was a lost cause, and that we should just leave him.

Before anyone could say anything, Teresa came over suddenly and crouched down beside Minho, looking down at Thomas.

"So what if I was with Wicked. Were all in this together." She concluded, glancing at all of us, but especially looking at Thomas. I just rolled my eyes, the little eaves dropper cant help but bud into every conversation.

Thomas looked up at Teresa, and just smiled then he sat up to be face to face with all of us. His facial expressions seeming more confident, like he was ready for a battle. Determination.

"Alright. Let's do this then."

"Er, what about Gally?" I interrupt the moment of bravery, wanting to think critically and not rationally.

"I have an idea." Minho spoke quieter, and then we all leaned in to listen to what he had to say.

* * *

As Gally was dragging me towards the poles, I tried to fight back, groaning in pain as he held my wrist tighter. I looked over at Thomas who was still passed out and being dragged by the arms in the dirt, his dirty shoes kicking up dirt in the air, making it look like a mini sand storm.

"Let me go!"

I looked over at Teresa who was struggling just as much as I was. As Gally began to tie me against the pole, I looked at Minho and Thomas who just stood there, watching with a sad and angry look on their faces.

I fought against the ropes, trying to get off the pole, and making a run for it. But nothing worked as we all faced the entrance to the maze. My chest was rising and falling in shallow breaths, my throat hitching in fear with what was about to happen.

Is this really going to work?

I look over at Thomas and just before they tie him up he elbows the guy in the stomach causing him to fall to the ground with a large thump. And he quickly stands up and Minho throws him a spear, and he easily catches it and points it towards Gally and everyone else.

I look over at Chuck, seeing if he was in place and he was once I saw him throw weapons at Newt and Minho. Minho quickly cuts the rope off of Teresa, and Newt does mine. It all happened so fast, that Gally was just frozen in place, anger rising in him.

"You're just full of surprises aren't you?" Gally speaks with annoyance as he shrugs at Thomas who is still aiming the spear at his face.

"We're going out there. We're getting out of here Gally." Thomas begins to explain, but as soon as I saw Gally's face, I knew he wouldn't be coming with us. I glanced at Chuck, needing a weapon when I started to notice some of the gladers looking at me then Gally.

Chuck quickly realized I was weaponless and threw me a spear as well, I caught it and pointed towards the glader who had started towards me.

"This place, isn't our home. I have to try to get out of here." Thomas explained, his eyes narrowed towards Gally who just stared at Thomas. The tension was thick in the air, as I slowly stepped further back, falling beside Newt.

"What makes you think outside of those walls is home?" Gally spat in anger, pointing towards the walls.

Moments of silence had passed, heavy breathing was everywhere, but I held my breath, not knowing what could happen next.

"I have to try. I'd rather risk my life out there than die here." Thomas concluded in a softer voice, then tilted his head towards the doors.

"Are you coming?" Thomas asked as he looked back to face a very annoyed Gally.

Silence. I felt like that was all I ever hear is silence.

"Have fun with the grievers."

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my bad for the very long wait