ᵀᵉᵉⁿᵃᵍᵉ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ || ˢᵗⁱˡᵉˢ/ᵀʰᵒᵐᵃˢ || ᵀᵂ ˣ ᵀᴹᴿ

𝟬𝟭𝟬. 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗭𝗘

"Why don't you calm down?" She asks and I hold the object in my hand tighter. "Where am I?" I ask, swinging it around. "We're here to help you," she says and I hold the object tighter.

"I swear to god I'm going to kill you if you don't tell me where the hell I am!" I yell and she nods. "Let me show you something, Rosalynn." She says and shows me a door.

"We're going to the control room." I follow her quietly when she starts walking and I study her face. She was around 40 years old, had blonde hair and a determined expression.

She took me to the control room, where there were camera footage everywhere. "You can sit here if you want." She says and I did. "What's this?" I ask her and she tilts her head a little.

"These are the maze trials." She says and I frown. "Maze trials..." I whisper to myself, looking at the screen. I saw a bunch of boys sitting in a room, they look angry.

Suddenly, I see an awfully familair face. "That- that's him." I say, standing up.

"Remember I love you, Rosalynn."

"You were supposed to kiss me tonight, Stiles."

Everything that happened in my life made sense. Now that I've seen his face, I know who he is.

"I know this guy." I tell the woman and she nods. "Yes. You two are very important to us. Straight from our sources." The ghost Riders?

"Listen, I'm going to be honest with you. You want your friend back, right?" She asks and I nod greedily. "Yes, I'd do anything." I say desperate.

She begins to smile, and nods. "Great. Let's start by your name."

. . .

I woke up on uncomfortable metal. Everything felt fuzzy as I hear someone jump next to me. "Newt what do you see?" I hear someone say.

"It's a girl." I hear a British boy say, but I couldn't bring myself to care. My unconscious was screaming for me to wake up, but it didn't quite work.

"I think she's dead." I hear him say, but then I feel something slip out of my hand.

"She's the last one. Ever." He says and I start feeling my limbs again. "What the hell does that mean?" My eyes fly open and I gasp for air. I saw boys backing off and that's when I saw him. I said the first thing that came to my mind. "Thomas-" I start, but I couldn't bring myself to say more.

My mind starts feeling fuzzy again and I feel the darkness taking over. Before I can even do anything else, I fall back asleep.

. . .

The next time I woke up the first thing I saw was a boy. "You're awake!" He says and I take deep breathes. "Where am I?" I whisper and turn around.

Seeing him come closer, I do the first thing my instinct tells me too, I flee.

I run out, almost stumbling over myself because of my lack of balance, but I don't care. I run as fast as I can, seeing a knife laying down on a wooden chair.

I grab it, seeing two boys running at me. One black and skinny, one white and a little fuller. They both try to catch me, so I push the skinnier one against the other, running away from them.