Lost to the Scorch

Chapter 1: Janson

AN: Here it is, the squeal to Escaping This Ivy Nightmare! This book is a little more organized then the first, and the POV's will stay the same for the whole chapter. And this is the only POV Janson gets for the entire series. Also, this is the shortest chapter! Anyways, enjoy!! ~Katie 

He opened the door slowly. It didn't make a sound. The light from the hallway flooded into the room before him, illuminating the sleeping figures. He held his breath, standing in the door for several minutes, unmoving, waiting for any of the subjects to awaken. None of them stirred.

He crept forward, three of his men silently following. They approached the first bunk. Subject A3 on the bottom bunk. Subject A9 on the top. He selected Subject A9 on his device, holding it over her left collar bone. The light scanned across her skin, imprinting the words there forever.

He then repeated the process with Subject A3. This was too easy. He wanted to laugh at the foolishness of these children. Trusting people they don't know. Hadn't their mothers taught them anything? He moved through the first half of the group quickly, not a sound from the subjects.

Subject A8 was next. He positioned the device over her right collar bone, scanning it onto the skin quickly. This was too easy. He moved towards the next set of bunks, when he accidently bumped into the bunk A8, A5, and A4 were sharing. He held his breath, not daring to move. Nothing happened. He sighed quietly, and began moving again.

"What the shuck?" A8 was sitting straight up on her bed, staring at him like he had three heads. Well fuck me. One of his men was there in a few seconds, restraining the girl and trying to inject the sedative, but she was too strong. What was she again? He spared a glance down at his screen, where it read The Pistol. Well that complicates things. 

Soon more of the subjects had woken up, each one instantly getting ready to fight. This is not what I need. Paige is going to kill me.  

"Who are you?" 

"What are you doing?" 

"You shouldn't be in here." 

"What's that thing?" Four or five of the subjects shot up, and the men instantly pulled out their guns. It didn't seem to phase any of them, but it kept the rest from hopping out of bed after them. 

"Everybody just calm down." He spoke in what he could only hope these kids would say is a calming tone, lowering his weapon. "We just had a last minute protocol the others forgot about." 

"And this protocol involves you needing guns?" I hate these damned kids, always having to pick up on every little thing that happens. 

"Yes, for our protection on the way out of the building." 

"Then why are they pointed straight at us?" Obviously, he wasn't going to be able to talk his way out of this. So instead he gave the signal to his men to knock them all out with the stun guns. 

"We'll wipe 'em all after we finish with the tattoos." He said, watching as each subject tried to fight, only to get hit by the stunner and collapse to the ground. "They might be a little sore tomorrow, but it won't affect the results."

The men dragged the subjects back onto their respective bunks. He turned to A7, who was to be the next one to receive his label. A7 hopped off the bunk, and looked him right in the eye. The other men turned, their guns pointed, but he held up his hand to stop them. Subject A7, The Leader. If they knocked this one out, the whole lot of them would attack. No, it was better to intimidate him, make him look small and weak, even if they'd never remember this.

He walked towards A7, backing him into the wall across from the bunks. A7 held his chin high, his eyes flaring with anger. He grabbed A7's shoulder and spun him around, pushing him face first against the wall.

"I'm not usually one to like it from behind." A7 snarled, his cheek squished against the stone. He chuckled at the boy before kicking his legs out from underneath him, causing him to fall to his knees.

"Think you're so brave. You little shit." He grabbed A7's hair and slammed his face against the wall again. He selected A7 on his device, and scanned it onto A7's neck where his shirt met his skin. "You won't last one day out there." He slammed the kid's face into the wall again, drawing a little blood. It wasn't enough to notice, as the subject was ninety percent cuts and bruises already.

"Ya shuck-face. You're a mother-" He slammed A7's head into the wall once more, before dragging him back to his bunk.

If you thought the Maze was bad... The man grinned, before finally getting back to finishing the task he came in here to do. You little brats have a whole new hell headed your way.