Mazes- The Death Cure

9- Steal

Thomas and I walked into the WCKD building. Walking down a hallway we stopped as Ava Paige stood there. Turning around she looked at us with a faint smile.

"Is it true?" Thomas asked slowly pointing the gun at her. She gave us a sorry look.

"Is what true?" She asked.

"Could we have saved him, Newt?" I asked shakily. She nodded.

"You can save so many. Please ju-."

A loud gunshot rang out. Thomas and I flinched as he stepped somewhat in front of me. We stared confused as Dr. Paige looked down at her torso. A large red stain spread as she dropped to the floor. I grabbed Thomas' arm as she exhaled. My eyes looked up at Janson standing behind her with a smoking gun. In shock I stared at him confused.

"Thomas and Isabella. Since the beginning you two have caused me problems. You knew too much. You were smart, strong, in love. Love is a dangerous thing you know. You thought you could get away with this little act? This savior mission? Wrong, you can't win, you can't beat me," Janson said smiling. I stared at him angrily.

"You came in here, caused problems, traded a friend for a friend?" Janson asked grinning at me. I clenched my jaw as my breathing quickened.

"Of course you two are the ones to cure the virus," Janson said laughing. I flinched as he shot something at Thomas. Thomas quickly reached up at his neck. My heart dropped as I looked down at a dart shot in his neck.

"Thomas?" I asked as he stumbled back. Holding onto his arms I struggled to hold him up.

"Shit, Thomas?" I asked again shaking him. His eyes slowly shut as he passed out. Fuck.

"What the hell did you do?" I asked worried.

"You we're always more complex Isabella. Smarter, cunning, quick. I knew the day I met you that you were going to be important. If only you had used your worth for good. But you were so attached to Thomas, you couldn't even see past his twisted ideas. All you care about is him. You always have. You could've been something great," Janson said hovering the gun over me. I tried scooting back as I slowly reached for my knife.

"You we're so caught up in Thomas world that you didn't even see your potential! You could've worked with us! Helped! Helped me! You selfish bitch!" Janson yelled. I quickly took my knife and slid it across his leg. Yelling in pain I crawled over trying to grab Thomas' gun. Janson quickly kicked my side and slid the gun away. I stood up and ran over to the gun. Janson slammed his fist into my face and shoved me against the wall. I winced in pain as my arm hit the wall. As my cut started bleeding again I punched Janson with my other arm and tried to slip away. Running past Ava's body I reached for the gun. I paid of arms pulled me back and slammed my body to the ground. I screamed as pain shot through my body. Looking up at Janson I studied the blood on his face. He gave me a sinister smile as I slowly crawled back on my elbows.

"Things could have been a lot different Isabella, this is your fault. All of this," Janson said before slamming his foot across my face. The world went black as it made impact.

My eyes fluttered open as chattering came from beside me. Moving my head to the side I looked over at Thomas as he glanced over at me.

"Bells," He said softly as I panicked. Flipping the other way I saw Desiree and Janson sitting at a lab desk. Desiree poured liquid into a glass vile.

"What the hell?" I asked looking down at my hands tied down to the hospital bed. Looking over at Desiree she glanced up at me guiltily. Janson stood icing his face. He glared down at me angrily.

"Desiree?" I asked as she poured a vile of blood into a flask. She tried not to look at me as I stared at her. She mixed a small glass vile and put it into a metal tube. As it clicked the top lit up. Janson rolled up his sleeve on his arm and looked down. My eyes widened as blue veins ran across his arms.