A boy, with short cropped coal hair and dark brown almost black eyes, is sitting in the back of a SUV with tinted windows which make it impossible to see in or out of the back seat. He is sitting with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed glaring at the two men sitting in front of him. The ride seems endless, but when the SUV eventually stops the boy ends his glaring contest with the back of the two heads in front of him, and look out the front window. All he sees are abandoned, decrepit warehouses, and for the first time since leaving his house he feels inklings of fear. The two men step out of the vehicle and open the door behind the drivers seat, as soon as the door opens the little boy darts under the drivers arm and begins sprinting as far away from the two men as possible. The driver utters a curse and the passenger takes off after the boy.

The boy is fast for his age, but he is no match for the mans longer legs, the man grabs the boy by the arm and yanks the boy to stop him. The force causes the boy to stumble back into the mans legs. "You're a fast one aren't you?" The man rhetorically asks.

The boy pulls away from the man, but the man squeezes his arm and the boy hisses in pain. "Come on." The man says.

"No!" The boy yells. He tries to pull his arm away again and gets another painful squeeze.

"Come on kid, I don't have all day." The man says.

The boy sees the driver walking toward them, he knows he needs to get away now if he wants to see his family again. The boy remembers what his father taught him and he moves his free arm back and hits the mans crotch, the man immediately lets go with a few curses and the boy takes off without another glance.

The boy feels something hit his back and his body falls to the ground and begins convulsing.

"Janson is going to be livid that we injures one of the subjects." The driver says, placing a gun into the holster on his thigh.

The other man looks at the kid, "The kid go what he deserved." He says, his voice higher than before.

The driver picks the boy up and throws him over his shoulder, "Well we better get going, or Janson will have our heads."

The passenger grunts in response.

The men walk into a warehouse that appears dilapidated on the outside, but tells a different story on the inside.

"Crosby! Richards!" a man barks, causing the two men to look in his direction, "What took you so long? And what did I tell you about hurting the subjects""

The driver answers, "Crosby over here let the kid run for it, and then the kid over here punched him in the-"

Crosby cuts him off, "Sorry Janson-sir, but we thought force was the safest way to bring him in."

Richards changes the subject, "Where do you want the little brat?" he moves the boy currently hanging off of his shoulder for emphasis.

Janson looks at the boy before answering, "Follow me."

The two men follow Janson to a room that is lined with cots and Richards set's the boy down on the cot Janson gestures too.

"Dr. Christensen, we have a new one for you." Janson says.

A skinny, bald man wearing scrubs walks over to them, he begins examining the boy on the table. "Tell me about him." Dr. Christensen instructs.

Janson nods his head to Richards and Crosby, the two men glance at each other before Richards clears his throat and starts speaking, "His name is Minho Green, his parents are pharmacists, and he has a little brother named Monty. We don't know much about his genetic history since he was adopted, but his parents adopted him when he was two months old and have medical records since then, so we know-"

Janson cuts Richards rambles off, "The brother Monty, is he immune?"

Crosby joins the conversation, "No sir, the mother adopted both children from Korea but highly doubted they were genetically related. We did check both boys, but only Minho had the enzyme we were looking for."

Dr. Christensen nods, "It seems the temporary paralysis is wearing off. I'm going to sedate him and take him into surgery to get rid of his pesky memories, by the time I'm out I want you to pull his medical file and have it on my desk."

Minho has been quite this whole time, though not by choice, and his eyes have been darting all over the room, but they stop on Dr. Christensen when a large needle appears in the doctors hand. Minho's breath quickens as Dr. Christensen swabs Minho's right arm and then inserts the needle into it. Minho's eyes widen and he winces slightly at the pain. Dr. Christensen pulls the needle out and a few minutes later Minho has succumbed to darkness.

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I have only read the first book in The Maze Runner Trilogy, and I've watched the movies, so this might not be accurate. I also haven't read The 100, but I have watched all the episodes that premiered so far, so The 100 aspect of the book will be align with the show.

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