the maze runner gif series; 'running'

[4] Thomas

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Thomas gripped Alby's shoulders and turned him around harshly. Alby was pushed backwards by Thomas to where he stumbled and almost fell back. However, before he would fall, Thomas grabbed a fistful of the shirt from Alby. Thomas pulled Alby very close, so he was the only one who could hear him. "Where is [your name]?" The young boy spat out word for word, his voice low and raspy. Alby glared at Thomas when he felt Thomas' breath on his skin.

"Let me go," Alby said, remaining calm and collective aside for his glare. Surprisingly, Thomas listened to him and took a step back, letting go of Alby's thin shirt.

Alby nodded approvingly. "Up the tree house. Nobody wants to go there. Everyone is scared."

Thomas furrowed his brows. "Aren't they the ones who pulled some shit?" He said. How could the gladers be afraid of you when they are the ones who practically scared you away? Thomas didn't know what happened. He heard that you ran away upset, shouting at everyone to go.

"I'll go up then." Thomas grumbled, tired of having to fix the gladers' mistakes. He walked towards the treehouse, mumbling about how he would kill one of those annoying little kids one day.

"[your name]?" Thomas asked, announcing his arrival once he climbed all the way up. When he reached the top, he saw you sitting against the top of the tree branch. Holding a big knife.

You didn't look at Thomas, you were playing with the knife in your hands. "You here to screw me over too?" You asked, moving the knife smoothly through your fingers and holding it closer to Thomas.

"No. No I'm not." Thomas reassured quickly, eyeing the knife cautiously. Thomas sat down on the platform, his legs dangling from the edge in the stairs hole.

"What happened? Did they bully you? Worse?" Thomas asked, carefully.

You scoffed before answering. "Worse. Far worse." You said, raking a hand through your hair and hiding your face behind your hand afterwards.

Thomas stood up. You suddenly became very quiet, your breaths getting more shallow by the seconds.

"Are you okay?"

"Don't come near me." You whisper shouted, shooting your head up. Thomas saw a single tear rolling down your face. You held the knife in front of you now, creating a distance between you and the worried boy.

If it wasn't for you starting to cry, Thomas wouldn't know how you felt. He thought you were pretty okay with him being there. To his surprise, you weren't.

Thomas stumbled back. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, just... Easy, all right?"

You looked away, aggressively wiping the tear from your cheek and rubbing your eyes.

"I won't do anything. Now put the knife away," Thomas said, lowering his hands. You obeyed him and laid the knife next to you.

"I'll stay right here, okay? Then if you want to, you can tell me what happened. And if you don't want to that's perfectly fine too, but I am keeping you company, [your name]." Thomas said. He sat down at the other end of the platform, resting his head on a beam. "Whenever you're ready, you can tell me."

You didn't say anything, just nodded. After a while you saw Thomas with his eyes closed, probably sleeping peacefully. "I will. Sometime." You mumbled before also resting your head and closing your burning eyelids, finally falling asleep. 

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i think i might go back to edit this again cause ew

also ew; school started again.