"So when did you- you know- fall in love with her?" Thomas smirked, knowing he had him right where I wanted him, with his head in Fionaland.
"Woah," Newt defeated with his hands up, "What?"
"I may be slow to getting to know things around here, but...
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Even if she didn't know all of me, I knew every bit of her. Every impulse and every decision before she made it. Fiona's eyes buzzed around Lawrence, watching his every move. Squinting when the infection came into sight or the hole that replaced his nose was straightforward. I wonder if her brain ever jumped to the irony of her project, making her the scientist and everyone else the test subject.
She had taken two steps before my hand was on her forearm, holding her back from him. If his unappealing disposition was enough to keep her away, I must. "You cannot ask that man about his illness. Or is blood. Or anything for that matter."
"I'll let you know that I have great bedside manner."
I smirked, "I'm familiar."
She paled lightly which she tried to hide behind a nervous chuckle. "What? When? You didn't tell me that story."
"You didn't write about that in your book." I take an exasperated sigh. "The highlight of my year wasn't even worthy of documentation."
"Oh, it's terribly unfair to pin me against me. I refuse to even consider that, as my brain does enough jumping jacks while trying to do my morning routine."
"Well, use that brilliant mind of yours to realize that if you ask too many questions to that man, he will know you are working on a cure. Then we will have another group of people trying to steal my pretty little scientist."
"Ah, yes, I momentarily forgot, I'm the golden snitch of the science world."
"The what?" I'd never heard the word 'snitch' be used as a positive.
"You're not the only one who can use memories that the other doesn't have. You missed everything from pre-2156."
I wish I could forget the little I do from that time and the years that followed. Between the genocide of nearly all the human race, the knowledge of Thomas and Teresea working against us, and whatever the shuck Gally and Fiona had going on. I regret everything I discover.
"Tommy, Gally, and I are headed out soon." I squeezed her arm lightly, a small goodbye. In another world, it would be a normal style of errand, where I could ask her if she needed anything while I was out. I dreamed of that normal and beautifully boring life nightly. We've had more excitement to carry on for generations, I'd kill for boring.
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Speaking of my dreamy, boring distant life, I loathe the air that Teresa breathes. I don't care if Gally's plan depends on her. Minho would approve of me putting four holes in her chest right now. At the very least, let me rip her hair out of her head.
None of Teresa's betrayals can be considered past tense, she is still actively hurting us. She's working in that big ugly building, testing Minho and others daily. As an experiment for nothing. For a cure that doesn't exist, or they will all be too dead to figure it out.
"Am I missing something here? This is the same girl who betrayed us, correct? Same dick?" Brenda's brilliance is severely overlooked.
"I like her." Gally pointed out, which didn't surprise me at all. I wish his reaction was shared amongst the group. Teresa not only betrayed us once, but three times. She put us all in danger repetitively. Anything willing to do that is an enemy of mine. I regret the day the bitch came up in the box. Everyone thought my distaste for her came from a soft spot for Fi, or an annoyance with Fi, depending on how well they knew the truth. Teresa is a parasite to everything good and safe.
I scoff under my breath. Since Gally reentered our lives, he seems to be making a lasting impact on all the women.
Fiona had spent nearly half the night talking to him in her makeshift lab she set up in the room over. I'm sure they were talking about everything under the night sky, talking late into the night, and her laughter floated down the hall as the rest of us tried to sleep. Slowly, my thoughts drifted to old friends catching up to the thought of something more. Something that clouded my chest with disgust.
Similar to how I felt about Teresa.
Thomas had that same effect on me now, as his plan revolved around protecting WCKD's princess. His eyes had flashed with wonder when he first saw her in WCKD's windows, but then they were replaced with sadness. I've worn those looks, I've felt that pain, but never so delusionally. You'd think he was the one who was infected by the insanity he dreamed up.
Teresa the traitor. Why was that so hard for him to wrap his brain around? But Tommy's always been that way, hasn't he? Don't go into the maze near sundown, Thomas. Ignored. Don't go into the maze ever again, Thomas. Ignored. Don't hit the road alone to go find Minho. Ignored. Don't stop in the tunnel filled with cranks. Ignored. Causing me to get bitten, infected, and hurling towards a miserable, long death.
"What, are you afraid your little girlfriend's gonna get hurt?" My chest was unsteady, "Hmm? Because this has obviously never been just about rescuing Minho. Has it?"
We would have never questioned going to find Minho, but saving Minho and his treacherous, deranged, wanna be girlfriend. I can think of a dozen objections off the top of my head. Perhaps this was his plan all along.
"What are you talking about?" Thomas's voice twisted in confusion, but his face couldn't hide the truth.
"Teresa. She's the only reason that Minho's even missing in the first place. Now we finally have an opportunity to get him back. And what? You don't want to because of her? Because deep down inside you still care about her, don't you? Just admit it."
Fucking lying cunt.
With each step closer to him, I could feel my blood boiling more and more. I wanted him to see it. I wanted him to feel my anger. His actions affect the rest of us; they always have. Where Thomas goes, we must follow, and now we are supposed to follow him into bed with the enemy?
"Newt, I..."
"Don't lie to me!" I scream, knowing him better than most. I know his intentions and how he thinks. And after only a handful of days with Teresa in the maze, he's ready to risk those of us who were in there for years. "Don't lie to me!"
My senses flood back in a tsunami, I see Thomas clearly. "Sorry." I saw the reflection of horror on each of their faces. Confirming the sinking feeling in my stomach was an embarrassment of my reaction, one I wish I couldn't claim as my own. "I'm sorry."
A chill ran across my warmed skin, my arm burned worse than my embarrassment.
"Is everything okay here?" Fiona's lab-goggled face peeked around the corner.
No one spoke, just the spooked looks on their face waiting for another to answer.
I swallowed hard, clearing my throat, "Yes, love, we're fine. Sorry for interrupting."
As soon as she was gone, I found the nearest exit, I didn't need to watch all my friends' faces as they figured out my death sentence. I could offer no comfort. They would all see me clearly now, a dead man walking.
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the next chapter is rewritten, just yell at me in like 4 days and I'll peer pressure post it.
