Somethings going to happen and Thomas knows what it is.

  It also seems like he knows he's not going to survive whatever it is. 


Newt POV

"Where the hell is Minho?" My eyes dart around the room looking for Minho but I don't see him.

 I feel my breathing quicken and it's getting harder to breathe with each passing second. I close my eyes and try to focus. 

Cmon Newt not now, just breathe bloody breathe. I lean forward, putting my elbows on my knees and resting my head in my hands.

 Breathe, focus on breathing. Don't bloody fall apart now, think about Tommy.

 Memories of Tommy fill my head but one of them sticks out more than the others. 

 The first time he found me having a panic attack in the middle of the woods back in the glade. 

"C'mon Newt just breathe with me ok? Breathe in nice and deep and then out, c'mon Newt do it with me."

I try to listen to the memory of Tommy and slow my breathing. 

"There we go Newt, in and out ok, it's ok, it's ok. You're doing it, there you go Newt just keep breathing with me. In and out, ready?"

I feel my breathing begin to slow but I don't move. I just focus on keeping my breathing even, just like Tommy told me. 

I know if my hands weren't supporting my head then they'd be shaking pretty bad. 

"There we go Newt, you did it, you did it."

Ok time to pull yourself together Newt, think what would Tommy do? He'd look at the facts and he'd come up with a plan, a very dangerous stupid plan.

 I raise my head and can tell that thankfully no one noticed what was going on with me, they were all to focused on searching the room for Minho. 

"He's not here." 

Aris sits down on the other bed beside Brenda, he doesn't say anything but I know exactly how he's feeling. 

"This was WICKED wasn't it?" I look up at Lydia whose standing by the door. "Who else would it have been?" Sonya says while helping Harriet sit up. 

"The whole point of bringing you wolves along with us was to stop things like this from happening!" Gally said while glaring at Scott and the rest of the pack. 

"It's not our fault WICKED found us here and I know you need someone to blame right now-"

 "Oh just shut up already." Brenda complains, sounding very fed up with them. 

Lydia opens her mouth but closes it again, and settles for glaring at Brenda instead. The tension in the room is so thick I could almost cut it with a knife. 

I move backwards on the bed until I'm facing the room with my legs folded in front of me. "Is everyone else here, no one aside from Minho was taken by WICKED?" My voice comes out a little scratchy and I clear my throat. 

Everyone looks around the room and I can see Frypan and Jorge shaking their heads, Vince is counting everyone to make sure we're all here. I try and count to see if everyones here but I can already feel a headache coming on so I settle for just waiting until they're done counting. 

By now everyone else is awake, the effects of the gas already fading from our systems. 

The front door opens and hits the wall with a slam. I jump and from the corner of my eye I  see Malia with her claws out. 

I'm not Stiles anymore. I'm Thomas. Maze Runner X Teen WolfOnde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora