Hello! This is just something I wanted to work on because I'm getting some writer's block on the story with Peter and his... I shouldn't talk about other stories, so this is just something that I can work on when I get writer's block for my Spider-Man story.
If you don't like the ship that I may use in this story, please just go and never read this. I myself feel sort of disgusted by interpreting Janson and Thomas' relationship this way, but Janson just kinda paved the way with his weird and creepy words. Like how he referred to Thomas as his in the last movie at the end. How do you expect me to interpret that?! I mean seriously, do you expect me to NOT think that Janson has at least SOME sort of obsession with Thomas at the end of Death Cure?
Also, the Maze Runner series is an awesome series, go watch or read it. I mean, what? I didn't say anything... Anyways, if you want to understand this story (which you don't, trust me), you have to watch the film or at least know the gist of the film plot. Since this is based off of the movies and not the books. Sorry, those who liked the books better, this is based off of the movie!
Now, those who haven't run away yet, there might be some creepy vibes later on, and MAYBE, just MAYBE some yaoi, but first I need to be able to write better. Meaning that this could potentially be about a boy loving another boy in the "I want to be your boyfriend!" lind of way and have... sexual intercoarse. So, if you don't like that, then why did you read this far down? GO AWAY!
God, haters are just secretly jealous that you had the guts to actually write what you wanted to write. Jeez, stop being so mean and just go away, go to another story, or write your own! So, without further ado, here we go!
PS: Sorry that my writing is bad. I have always sucked at writing stories so this won't be too different. If you wish to stand through that, them go ahead and read it. If not, well, this was for me anyways. And I have no one to proof read my story, so expect a lot of misspellings.
Thomas' senses came on one by one, and eventually Thomas managed to open his eyes. He had been tired, but once he opened his eyes all fatigue seemed to disappate. The sounds of a building crashing reached Thomas' ears, but he didn't really register the noise. He turned his head and saw Teresa sitting right by him, managing to catch Teresa in the action of glancing at his face, and caught her off guard. Thomas looked down at his arm, and stared blankly at the syringe in Teresa's hand for a few seconds before it finally clicked that Teresa had taken his blood.
"Do you know what this place is, Thomas?" Thomas, wanting to see where Janson was, let his head fall back onto this sort of patient bed that he was on, twisting his neck so he could see Janson standing at the window behind the hospital bed. Janson looked back at Thomas, before averting his gaze and looking out to the world again, Teresa getting up and moving over to the table set up on the other side of the room. "It's a lifeboat. The whole world might be sinking, but that doesn't mean we have to be."
Then Thomas' adrenaline began to kick in as he remembered Ava and Janson firing at her, and felt something on his wrists. When he glanced down at them, his hands curled into fists as his wrists were cuffed against the sturdy cloth strapping Thomas' waist to the hospital bed. "When will it be ready?" Janson asked Teresa, walking away from the windows, and then Thomas noticed the few soldiers standing in the room with them.
"It's almost done," Teresa replied, the rage within Thomas almost spilling over at the mere sight of her. Thomas yanked his wrists back, failing to free himself from the hospital bed restraints. Thomas breathed heavily, moving his gaze over to Janson, who had stopped and just gazed at Thomas.
"Why didn't you just kill me?" Thomas asked after a few moments of silence.
"Kill you?" Janson began to move closer, his walk more confident now that Thomas was restrained. "No, we don't want to do that." Teresa paused, before moving again with a more clouded expression.
Janson only stopped when he was about to get TOO close to Thomas. "We're going to take special care of you." Thomas growled underneath his breath, glaring at Janson with all the hatred Thomas could muster. "We'll keep you alive, just-!" Thomas yanked on his restraints again, this time much more violently. Janson stopped speaking for a bit, and then continued.
"In return, you'll give life to the rest of us. The ones we choose to save, anyways." Janson wrapped his fingers around one of the capsule syringes and turned it on, smiling without any kindness once more. "There's obviously not going to be enough for the rest of us." Janson started to walk over to Teresa, facing Thomas for only a few more steps before turning to Teresa. "Hard choices are going to have to be made."
Thomas' hatred spilled over, his face twitching with rage, and Thomas struggled against the restraints placed on him, the soldier right by Thomas tensing slightly. "The flare will burn itself out. The question is, who will be the ones left standing?" Janson plucked the finished cure out of Teresa's hand, signaling to one of the two soldiers standing near the door.
Janson turned away from Teresa as the soldier grabbed Teresa's arm and placed his gun behind her back when Teresa tried and failed miserably at head-butting the soldier, getting Teresa to leave without that much resistance other than curses and screams. "And thanks to you, to THIS, we finally get to choose," Janson finished, acting as if that never happened. Janson pulled up his sleeve, brandishing his infected arm to Thomas and hovering the capsule over his arm. Thomas stopped in his stuggles, breathing heavily from exerting himself as their eyes met, Thomas' confused and Janson's cocky.
"To our health." Janson stabbed himself with the syringe capsule, his breath hitching and face scrunching up, before relaxing as the cure entered his blood stream. Janson signaled to the remaining soldiers, and they all surrounded Thomas as Janson left the room.
Claustrophobia hit Thomas as the soldiers manhandled Thomas, one of them yanking the restraints off as another pushed down when Thomas made to get up. The third aimed his tazing gun at Thomas, the gun whining as it turned on. Thomas began to have a panic attack, every sense heightened and his heart pumping madly. He felt himself get yanked off the bed-seat thing he was on and his hands cuffed behind his back, the gun hovering over the center of Thomas' back. Thomas' mouth felt dry, and Thomas gulped down as much fear as he could as he was pushed down a series of hallways.
They trudged onward with no care for Thomas' struggling and yells. Then as the small group entered an intersection, in which a larger group of soldiers were also entering, the building began to shake, and a large portion of the hallway to the group's left was destroyed and filled with debris. One of the soldiers made a run for it, and fired off a cacophany of panicked, thundering footsteps and yelling of directions. A couple of soldiers sprinted ahead of the group and called out a new escape route when a portion of the building caved in once more. Thomas ran with them, runnig towards the back so he could come up with an escape plan.
However, that didn't work out as one of the soldiers grabbed one of Thomas' cuffed arms and pushed him ahead, so he was more in the middle. Well, now I'm completely screwed. The smell of sweat hung in the air, and Thomas wanted to gag, but preservation instincts had him swallow down the bile and roll with it. Then an excited yell from ahead said something, but Thomas didn't quite catch it.
But everyone around him did as all the soldiers began to cheer. Thomas slowed down a bit as he looked about in confusion, before a soldier pushed him ahead, shouting, "Don't slow me down or I WILL fucking shoot you!" Now Thomas felt reinvigorated to keep on running, though later Thomas would wish that that soldier had shot him in the back.
Then the entire gaggle of soldiers halted, with Thomas accidently numping into a soldier. "Watch it, kid. Hey, wait a minute." The soldier Thomas had bumped into pulled Thomas through the crowd and then, when the crowd began to thin out, Thomas saw what they were cheering for.
There was the pool Thomas had jumped into earlier, with some shards of glass still floating around and some more debris in the pool. With the small gaping hole in the wall and the pool below, the soldiers could easily jump into the pool and survive. And that was what the soldier did.
He suddenly pushed Thomas with no warning, before jumping off himself, sparking a fire as soldiers began diving left and right. Thomas opened his mouth to scream, before closing it again as he broke the water's surface. He couldn't swim with his hands cuffed, and Thomas feared that he would drown, his lungs burning as he desperately held onto his breath as he continued to sink. Then the soldier that had pushed him dived down to grab his arm once more and pull him up to the surface, guiding Thomas over to a group of police cars once they both caught their breath and managed to dodge all of the diving soldiers.
Teresa was there, violently pushed into the backseat of a police car, two soldiers entering from both sides before slamming the doors shut, cutting off her insults and shrieks. Thomas clambered out of the pool with the soldier's help as the car Teresa was in drove off, and a group of soldiers crowded the edge of the pool, pulling out other soldiers to safety and diving in when a soldier wasn't making it to the surface. Those acts of selflessness got Thomas to think that MAYBE the soldiers weren't bad people, before three soldiers grabbed Thomas by the arms and dragged him over to an amored police car.
Janson sat in the passenger seat, smiling as always at Thomas, and the rage that had subsided boiled up to the surface once more. Yet before the soldiers could shove a struggling Thomas into the police car, a rumbling caught everyone's attention, and all the soldiers not helping with the pool just stared in shock as a burning building crumbled at the base and descended onto the building. Soldiers were still jumping out of the hole, and screams could be heard as the building Thomas had just been in collapsed. Thomas' mouth hung open in shock, and even as the soldiers shoved him into the car and drove off while he was strapped to the seat, Thomas kept replaying the scene of the collapsing building inside his mind.
I could have been one of those screaming soldiers. Thomas was so relieved and shocked that he made it out alive that he almost didn't hear Janson talk to the soldiers. "Did you give Thomas the sedative yet?"
That was when Thomas' heart began to beat faster. "Anthony?" the soldier to Thomas' right asked. Thomas could imagine the left soldier—Anthony—roll his eyes.
"Fine." Anthony pulled out the black thing that Janson had used earlier and slapped it onto Thomas' neck. He waited a few seconds before pulling it out, and by that time Thomas was already whoozy. Thomas began to sway, his head drooping as he blinked rapidly, trying to fight off the sedative.
Janson began talking once more, but Thomas couldn't make out any of it as he was already about to lose his fight. Thomas vainly fought off the sedative, before the adrenaline with the building wore off entirely and his tiredness of the whole fiasco along with the sedative finally took over. Thomas was out like a light before the car even turned the first corner, navigating through the burning streets and the angry people screaming as they ran throughout the city.
I know, this was bad. But this is something I wanted to do and I am not going to stand down because you don't even know me. How could you possibly be like, "Hey, M/N, why did you write this? You fucking suck at writing!"
And yes, I am. But that does not mean I will stand by and allow myself to bow down to the haters' wishes. And why am I even ranting when nobody reads my stories anyways? Anyways, I support Pewds and I want everyone to subscribe to PewDiePie!
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