The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

He Gets Into a Fight

Thomas:

"Winston stop!" I yell at him, my hands covered in animal blood.

He grins at me and pokes me with his knife once more.

"Stop!" I cry out.

He shakes his head and pokes me once more. "Why should I?" He smiles wickedly, driving the knife deeper this time. "After all, you ain't got your lil' boyfriend here to save you, now do you?"

He wipes sweat off of his acne covered forehead, and spits on the blood covered floor beside him.

"Thoma-" I try to yell, but Winston covers my mouth with his bloody hands and pushes me over.

"You'll shut up, and you'll shucking like it." He growls at me, looking uglier than ever.

"And if I don't?" I roll my eyes, and stand up, wiping the blood off of my face.

"Well," he grins. "I guess this knife will do more than just poke you.."

I cross my arms over my chest and stare over at him.

Before I know it I'm dashing out of the Bloodhouse, too tired, and too shocked to call for anyone.

That was a stupid thing to do. Winston grabs my arm and spins me around, holding the knife to my neck, just grazing it lightly.

"Never do that again, you hear me?" He says through bared teeth, pressing the knife deeper into my flesh. "Never."

He drops his arm and spins me around, holding my arms behind my back, policeman style.

He leads me into a small room with one wooden pole sticking up out of the ground.

"I figured I would need this at some point.. Looks like I did." He ties my hands above my head to the pole, and then my legs, and feet.

I struggle to free myself from my bonds, but I can tell it's no use.

"Thomas!" I yell, my throat raw. "Thoma-"

He shoves a piece of cloth into my mouth, stopping me from saying more. He ties it around my neck, and now I'm not able to talk.

"Shut your shuck mouth, you hear me?" He rolls his eyes and turns around, beginning to sharpen his knife.

I widen my eyes and make muffled sounds against the fabric of the cloth.

He turns around and narrows his eyes at me, holding up his knife.

Slowly, very slowly, he drags the knife across my right arm, causing it to begin to bleed.

I wince in pain, but I can't scream. He takes the knife once more and drags it across my other arm, but deeper this time, so more blood flows out.

I make muffled screams against the fabric, tears stinging my eyes.

"Shut up!" He yells at me, crouching down, and dragging the knife up my leg, drawing blood once more. "If I hear another sound come out of that shucking mouth I swear to god."

I roll my eyes and look up at my cuts, then down at my leg.

For some odd reason, the cloth tied around my head is loosening, or so it feels.

I shake my head wildly, clearly looking like an idiot. Winston doesn't notice though, so I continue to shake my head, and soon the cloth falls to the floor.

"THOMAS!" I yell with every last bit of strength I have.

Winston flips around and glares at me, his knife in hand, a sneer on his face.