Chapter 28 Chapter 28 There is an extra voice in my head

Thomas followed Newt, and together they hurried down the stairs and out of the big house into the bright afternoon sun.Neither of them spoke.Things were going from bad to worse for Thomas. "Hungry, Tommy?" Newt asked him once they were outside. Thomas couldn't believe his ears. "Hungry? I just felt like throwing up when I saw that - no, I'm not hungry at all." Newt smiled. "Okay, I'm hungry, you Shank. Let's go see what's left over from lunch, we need to talk." "I don't know why, but I have a hunch you'll say something like that." No matter what Thomas did, he became more and more entangled with the things here, and he gradually understood that this was his destiny.

They headed straight for the kitchen, and despite Frypan's complaints, they managed to get cheese sandwiches and vegetables.Thomas couldn't ignore the way Chef looked at him—every time he looked up, Frypan looked away. He realized that such treatment would become a part of life in the future.For some reason, he's different from everyone else here.He felt that his life had been different since his memory was wiped and he woke up here, even though he had only been here for a week. They decided to take their lunch outside, and a few minutes later, they came to the west wall, leaning against the thick ivy with their backs, watching the various activities of people going on in the clearing.Thomas forced himself to eat, and by this point he had to make sure he had enough stamina to face the unknown madness.

"Have you seen that before?" Thomas asked after a moment. Newt looked at him, his face suddenly serious. "Alby? No, never. But then again, no one ever bothered to tell us what the hell it reminded them of. They refused to talk. Alby wanted to say it—but that might be why he was mad. " Thomas stopped chewing.Could it be the people behind the maze controlling it all?The thought made him shudder. "We've got to go find Gary," Newt said as he gnawed on a carrot. He changed the subject. "That bastard is hiding somewhere. Once we're done eating, we'll go find him and throw him away." Into the cell."

"Really?" Thomas couldn't help feeling a tinge of pleasure.He would gladly close the cell door for Gary himself and throw away the key. "That bastard threatened to kill you. We have to make sure that never happens again. He has to pay. We count him lucky not to have him exiled. Remember what I told you about order." "Yeah." Thomas' only worry was that Gary would hate him for being in jail.I don't care anyway, he thought, I'm not afraid of that Shank anymore. "Tommy, here's my plan," Newt said. "You stay with me for the rest of the day. We need to think about something. Tomorrow, you go to the cell. After that, you'll be Minho's, I hope." You stay away from other bastards for a while, understand?"

Thomas was happy to obey, it was good to be alone. "Great, that means Minho will train me?" "That's right—you are a walker now, and Minho will teach you everything, including the maze and the map. You have a lot to learn, and I hope you can work harder." Thinking about entering the maze again, Thomas was a little surprised that he didn't feel afraid.He was determined to listen to Newt, hoping the new learning would stop him from thinking too much.Deep in his heart he longed to get out of the open, too, and now his new purpose in life was to stay out of the crowd.

The children sat in silence until after lunch, until Newt finally figured out what to talk about.He crumpled up his trash and turned to look Thomas straight in the eye. "Thomas," he began, "I need you to accept something. We've heard this news too many times to ignore it, and now it's time to discuss it." Thomas knew what was about to happen, and he panicked, afraid of what he would hear next. "Gary said it, Alby said it, Ben said it," Newt continued, "that girl—she said it since we got her out of the teleportation box." At this point he paused, as if waiting for Thomas to ask him, but Thomas already knew what he was referring to. "They all say everything is about to change."

Newt looked away, then looked back after a moment. "That's right. Apart from that, Gary, Alby, and Ben all claim to have seen you when they were in pain. From what I've gathered, they don't remember you planting flowers and helping the old granny Cross the street. Judging from Gary's words, you must have done something bad to make him want to kill you." "Newt, I don't know..." Thomas wanted to say something, but Newt didn't let him continue. "I know you don't remember anything, Thomas! Don't say things like that again—not once more. None of us remember, and it makes us sad that you remind us of that. The point is, do you It’s different, and now is the time for us to find out.”

Thomas felt a surge of anger. "Okay, but what do we do? I, like everyone else, want to figure out who I am, there's no question about it." "I need you to open your mind, and if you feel like there's something — anything — that sounds familiar to you, do let me know." "Nothing..." Thomas started, then closed his mouth again.So much had happened since he'd been here that he'd almost forgotten what it had been like sleeping next to Chuck the first night he'd been here—he felt like he knew this place very well.He felt very comfortable, as if at home.This is not normal, what he should feel should be fear, so afraid that he will cry.

"I can tell you're thinking," Newt whispered. "Tell me about it." Thomas hesitated, afraid of the repercussions if he said something, but he was tired of keeping the secret. "Well... I can't say anything specific," he said carefully and slowly, "but when I first came, I felt as if I had been here before." He looked at Newt, hoping to catch his eyes. Searching for a sense of identity, "Has anyone else experienced this feeling?" Newt remained expressionless and just rolled his eyes. "Oh, no, Tommy. We almost peed our pants, and some of the eyes almost fell out."

"Oh, all right." Thomas fell silent, feeling suddenly frustrated and embarrassed.What does that mean?Is he really different from everyone else?Is something wrong? "I just feel that everything is familiar, and I know that I must become a walker." "That's very interesting." Newt stared at him for a while, his skeptical expression was clear at a glance, "Okay, we will continue to investigate this. You tense your nerves, think about it when you have nothing to do, think about it." Think about this place. Dig deep into your brain until you find the answer. Do what you can for all of us."

"I will." Thomas closed his eyes and began to rummage through his thoughts. "Not now, you flasher," Newt laughed. "I'm talking about now. When you're free, when you eat, before you go to bed, when you walk around, when you train, when you work. Even if it feels a little familiar You should also tell me where you are. Do you understand?" "Well, I see." Thomas was worried that he had just sent a seemingly dangerous signal to Newt, and his smile was just to cover up his concern. "Fine," Newt said, looking genial. "First, we'd better meet someone." "Who?" Thomas asked, but as soon as the words came out, he knew the answer, and he was filled with fear. "That girl, I want you to keep looking at her before your eyes bleed, to see if you can touch a nerve in your brain." Newt cleaned up the trash and stood up. "After that, I hope you put Alby Tell me every word you say." Thomas sighed and stood up too. "Okay." He didn't know if he had enough courage to tell Alby's accusation against him, let alone the girl, and it seemed that he was still not good at keeping secrets. The two walked towards the place of residence again.The girl was still lying there, unconscious.Newt's thoughts worried Thomas.He had to open up and tell the truth, but he really liked Newt.If Newt started to turn against him, too, he didn't know he'd be able to handle it. "If all else fails," Newt's words interrupted Thomas's thoughts, "we'll send you to the Griever—to get you stung by them and undergo a painful transformation. We need your memory." Thomas smiled bitterly, but Newt didn't. The girl seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but seemed to wake up any moment.Thomas had expected to see a gaunt, dying figure, but the girl was ruddy, breathing evenly, and had a healthy complexion. Next to her was a doctor, the short one—Thomas couldn't remember his name—dipping water into the unconscious girl's mouth.On the nearby table was a plate and a bowl of leftovers from her lunch — mashed potatoes and soup — and they were doing everything in their power to keep her healthy. "Hey, Clint," Newt greeted naturally, as if he had visited many times before, "Is she still alive?" "Yeah," Clint replied, "she's doing well, she's been talking in her sleep, and we think she'll wake up soon." The hairs on the back of Thomas' neck stood on end.Somehow it never occurred to him that the possibility of the girl waking up and still healthy, that she might be talking to someone else, that he didn't know why he was suddenly tense. "Did you remember everything she said?" Newt asked. Clint nodded. "Most of it was difficult to understand, but we all remembered what we could." Newt pointed to the notepad on the bedside table. "Tell me about it." "It's the same thing we said when we dragged her out of the teleportation box, everything is going to change or something. There's other stuff about the Creator, 'it's all going to end' and stuff like that. Oh yeah... "Clint looked at Thomas, as if it was inconvenient to say it in front of him. "It's okay, he can listen to what I can hear." Newt reassured him. "It's like this... Actually, I didn't catch all of it, but..." Clint glanced at Thomas again, "She kept repeating his name." Thomas almost sat on the ground when he heard that, can they just stop talking about him?How did he know that girl?He felt that his brain was itching crazy at this moment, but he couldn't scratch it. "Thanks, Clint," Newt said in a tone that Thomas heard clearly dismissing him. "Give us a report, will you?" "No problem." The doctor nodded to them both and left the room. "Pull a chair over here," Newt said, sitting on the edge of the bed.Thomas was glad Newt didn't criticize him, and he dragged a chair from the table and placed it on the side next to the girl's head, looking down at her face. "Do you remember anything?" Newt asked. "Just a little bit." Thomas didn't answer, just watched, wishing he could break the dam of memory, remember the girl, how she opened her eyes when she was dragged out of the teleportation box. Her eyes were blue, brighter than all the eyes he could remember.He looked at her sleeping face, recalled those eyes, and tried to put the two images together.Her black hair, her flawless white skin, her full lips... He looked at her and realized again that she was really beautiful. A strong sense of recognition instantly triggered his memory—in a dark corner, a pair of fluttering wings could not be seen clearly, but they did exist.Before he could delve deeper, the image disappeared.But he sensed something. "I do know her," he whispered, leaning back in his chair.It feels good to be able to say that out loud. Newt stood up. "What? Who is she?" "I don't know, but I have an image in my head that I've dealt with her before." Thomas rubbed his eyes, frustrated that he couldn't remember exactly. "Okay, keep thinking like this, focus on it, don't lose it." "I'm working hard, don't talk yet." Thomas closed his eyes, and explored the depths of consciousness again, looking for her face in nothingness.Who is she?This ironic question made him really sad for a while too - he didn't even know who he was. He leaned toward the girl again, took a deep breath, looked at Newt again, and shook his head helplessly. "I just can't..." Teresa. Thomas stood up from his chair and knocked it to the ground. He just heard a sound... "What's wrong?" Newt asked. "Did you remember something?" Thomas ignored him and looked around the room suspiciously. He must have heard a voice just now—he looked at the girl again. "I..." He sat down again, leaning over the girl's face, "Newt, did you speak just before I stood up?" "No." Of course not him. "Oh, I thought I heard something... I can't say. Maybe it's the voice in my head. Did she... speak?" "Her?" Newt's eyes lit up. "No. Why do you ask? What did you hear?" Thomas was a little scared to admit it. "I... I swear I just heard a name, Teresa." "Theresa? No, I didn't hear it. It must have slipped out of your memory! That's her name, Tommy. It must be." Thomas felt... It was strange, it was a very uncomfortable feeling, as if something supernatural had happened. "Really... I swear I heard it, but it's in my head and I can't explain it." Thomas. This time he was so startled that he jumped up from the chair, hurried away from the bed, knocked over the lamp on the table in his haste, the lamp fell to the ground with a clang, and shattered into pieces of glass.Someone is talking.A girl's voice.Soft, sweet and confident.He did hear it, and he was sure he heard it right. "What's wrong with you?" Newt asked. Thomas' heart was beating wildly, his temples were pounding, and his stomach was churning with acid. "She...she was talking to me. Use awareness! She just said my name!" "what?" "I swear!" The world around him kept spinning, oppressing him, forcing his thoughts. "I... heard her voice in my head - I don't know what it is... It doesn't have to be a voice..." "Tommy, sit down, what are you talking about?" "Newt, I'm serious. It's...not necessarily a voice...but it seems to be." Tom, we are the last batch.It will be over soon, it must be over. The words echoed in his head, tapped on his eardrums—he could actually hear them.The voice didn't seem to come from the room, but from inside his body.There was nothing wrong with him, the voice did fill his mind. Tom, don't be afraid of me. He put his hands over his ears and closed his eyes tightly.It was so weird that he couldn't accept what was going on with his normal mind. My memory is fading, Tom.When I wake up, I won't remember so much, we will pass the test.It's over, and they sent me just to be an introduction. Thomas couldn't take it anymore, he ignored Newt's question, stumbled towards the door, pulled the door open, fled outside, and ran wildly.He ran down the steps, ran to the front door, ran on and on.But to no avail, her voice still got into his head. Everything will change.she says. He wanted to scream and run until he couldn't run anymore.He rushed to the east gate, passed through, and ran out of the open space.He kept running, no longer caring about the rules, he ran through aisle after aisle, into the heart of the labyrinth.But even so, he couldn't hide from that voice. It's you and me, Tom.It is what we do to them, and what we do to ourselves.