"We can't trust these people. What if it's wicked?" Thomas spoke worriedly to Minho "they've already sent Fry home Tommy. I don't think this is wicked" "that's the thing! What home? The world is scorched Minho!" Thomas snapped as the door opened revealing a tall man with slick black hair "which one of you is Tho-Stiles?" He asked looking up from his case file "sorry man but there wasn't anyone called - Stiles with us" Minho spoke confidently "right, sorry I - you just reminded me of someone. My names Rafe McCall, I'll be in charge of getting you two home. I've already located your family Minho, if you'd like to come with me" He spoke shakily "I'm not going anywhere without Tommy" Minho spoke coldly "it's fine. They have your family, you need to see them" Thomas spoke lowly "you're my family, the gladers are my family. Not some people I don't even remember." Minho spoke "I know this is difficult for the both of you, but these people took you away from your families. Legally as you're under the age of eighteen you need to go back to them" Rafe spoke.
"You see the thing is, we are actually eighteen so we don't need to go anywhere" Minho snapped "you may be eighteen but your friend here, he's seventeen. Now if you'd like to follow me." Rafe shot back.
Minho slowly got up from his spot after looking at Thomas for a few seconds and left the room with agent McCall following, leaving Thomas alone with his thoughts.
Four more days. If I'd of waited four more days, Newt would be sat here with us. How cou- Thomas was quickly snapped away from his thoughts when the door burst open "hello my names Linda, I just need to ask you a few more questions if that's alright?" She asked kindly taking a seat opposite me in the interrogation room as I gave a quick nod.
"You say you worked for WCKD, then why did they send you up into the trials?" "I don't know" she huffed "what do you remember about working for them?" "Nothing" she huffed again "we can't help you if you push us away" she spoke "you can't help any of us" I spoke sadly "what do you mean by that?" She asked confused, picking up her pen.
"40 people, we started with 40 people in the maze - when I came up that is, making it 41 in total. You want to know how many are alive now? Five. Me, Fry and Minho. They only ones from our maze! Then you people show up saying we have families and friends. My family is dead! My friends are dead!" I spoke with no emotion "are we done here?" I continued "one more thing, your tattoo says 'to be killed by group B' what does that mean?" "It means exactly what it says." She huffed once more whilst collecting her papers "thank you for your time, Thomas." She spoke whilst getting up and leaving the room.
Once again leaving Thomas alone with his thoughts.
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FanfictionThomas has lived in the WCKD facility his entire life, or so he thought. So you can imagine his confusion and anger when people rescue him and Minho, telling them about their families... what will happen when Thomas returns to Beacon Hills?
