The Maze Runner's.
A/N: I don't own the series only the added plots and Oc's. First I'd like to say I have a different writing style. This story will be a mixture of the books and movies. The time frame of Thomas being in the Glade a month with Teresa being in said coma. Realistically book or movie wise, Thomas shouldn't had found a exit in a matter of days. Just my opinion. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter one:
In a undisclosed area in the world lies an organization bent on finding a cure for a man-made virus, know as the Flare. The Flare has caused a decrease in humanity numbers. The young are immune and put into trial's in order to produce such a cure. At the threshold of humanity is WICKED. World In Catastrophe: Kill-Zone Experiment Department. Or WCKD for short.
"I do certainly believe adding him to trails may, yield some progress."
"Not to doubt you Chancellor Ava, but this subject could potentially disrupt the trails."
"I understand the risks. He's different from the other's. If we can acquire a desired result-"
"That's a big if Chancellor."
"He's are only chance to decipher the genetic makeup of the flare."
"Let's begin the process then."
Everything was white and bland. The room was filled with people, poking and prodding my body. My vision was doubled and my pupils heavy. "Just breathe normally Ro-"
"Quite don't interact with it. Just wipe the memories and send him up."
"Pardon me."
"Just so you know, WCKD doesn't tolerate rookie mistakes."
"Yes ma'am."
Reality began to nip at me as I struggle to break free. My hand's shake the shackles, my chest compressed by the bindings.
"Let me go!"
"I expect great things from you."
The sedatives began to kick in as I stop resisting. I become submissive as slumber began to take my body.
"Mother why?"
Then came the nothingness of silence.
-Memories altered-
"It's done Chancellor," the female doctor walks towards the exit bringing two guards to escort the slumbering teen-ager.
"Thomas, you too will play a role in this. You guys will be our final chance," Ava spoke to herself. As she maintains a rather fatigued demeanor, as she went back to her work.
"Oh Chancellor, I need you to sign these documents." A young scientist caught her in enmity.
"Sure." Her hand waved across the line for signature, as she told the leaving scientist to inform others, that she'd be taking no calls or visit in her office. Once inside her office, Ava open her e-mails sorted through them, then ended this whole ordeal with a bottle of Rosé. 1889 vintage Rosé. Ava Paige solemn drink most day's, but today was auspicious occasion. Placing a table top picture of her son and all the others before him, she drank to forget that she was parent, because being High Chancellor of an organization came first. Humanity was in dire straits. As she sips her wine a few loose words slip out. Wicked is good.
"Did you hear about this thing?" One guard ask the other."
"From the rumors, I've heard plenty. They say he's a crank," the taller guard replied. As the push the mobile bed toward the drop off point.
"Sure doesn't look like your normal flare victim," the first guard answered with a bit of uncertainty.
"Well there just rumors. Beside the biggest rumor is that this kid is that he's related to the chanl-" He spoke, but was caught off guard by a superior officer as he failed to finish his sentence.
"I sure hope you're not discussing top secret Intel solider," a mysterious man spoke sternly.
"N... no sir," he mutters in fear.
"Excellent, now get back to your damn job." The man walked off; his overcoat faded in the distance as he exits the corridor.
Moments later the guard's unstrapped the young man and carried him into the cage. Once securing the door. A vat closed as both guard's press different buttons on a panel, simultaneously. The lift begin to come to life, climbing up faster and faster. It would be moment's later when he will awake.