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Disclaimer:

I do not own The Maze Runner, but I'm going to have to wait until 2017 for The Death Cure to come in theaters and I am not pleased.

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I jumped at the sound of a slamming door. It broke through the silence in the Scorch, sounding like a sonic boom compared to the static in my ears. Newt and I stood up in sync. We both whirled around toward the source of the sound: the small building in which the girl and Thomas had disappeared to.

He was running. Running toward us at the speed of light, eyes widened in unmistakable fear and anxiety.

"What the hell—" I started to ask him, but he breezed by and paused just long enough to shout to the group. His eyes were wild like an animal's that knew it was about to be slaughtered.

"We need to go. Now. As fast as possible," he warned, already breathless, before he turned and started sprinting toward the city again.

"What — Thomas!" I began chasing after him, holding up my arms to shield my eyes from the sand that he was kicking up. His long legs were no match for mine; he was always at least fifteen steps ahead of me no matter how hard I pushed myself.

Finally, he slowed to a decent pace, eyes cast downward. I was able to jog quickly and catch up with him.

"Thomas—"

"Go away!"

He yelled it right in my face. His brown eyes were burning with anger and sadness, blazing so intensely that I side-stepped away from him in shock. My jaw dropped slightly. That was the last response I had been expecting. After a blink, he seemed to realize what he said and covered his mouth. Tears pooled in his eyes and washed out the anger.

"Just go away."

I sucked in a sharp breath and nodded. If he wanted to be alone, I'd let him. He would tell me what happened when he was ready.

I turned and ran back to the first person I saw, which happened to be Minho. I joined him once we matched paces. He turned to look at me with a slightly alarmed expression, eyebrows raised in question. "The shuck's wrong with him?"

I shook my head. "No idea. He just shouted at me to go away."

Minho closed his eyes in annoyance and faced forward once again.

It must've been at least two and a half hours until Thomas finally stopped. While the rest of us paused to walk for a little while, he kept running, never once stopping to catch his breath. I thought he'd collapse from all the strain he was putting on his body.

My heart was thumping so hard it hurt. Minho was way in front of me now, and I walked alongside Theo in the back. He'd curse under his breath every so often and never once let go of his hip.

I knew better than to ask him if he was okay. He'd merely brush off the question and say he was fine, even though his expression alone was enough to tell me he wasn't. All of this running was taking its toll on him. If I could, I'd force him to sit down, even carry him if I was physically capable of doing so. I hated to watch him beat himself up like that.

It took us a full fifteen minutes to catch up with my brother. Minho reached him first, sprinting top-speed toward him the second Thomas' knees hit the sand. I wanted to run to him so badly, but I couldn't feel my legs and I was sure I'd fall on my face if I even tried to jog.