The Scorch Trials - completely different version :)

Ratman

A/N: The first couple of chapters have been short, I promise once things progress and we've really started the chapters will be longer.

Thomas in third person

Thomas paces the centre of the room as everyone takes a seat on one of the beds surrounding him. His hands are clammy, he had his suspicions Aris knew nothing of the bodies outside, which meant whoever did it got out of the locked area.  

"I swear when I was put into this place there were no bodies," Aris says in defence. Thomas nods in deep thought, the place was padlocked from the inside, and there was no other way out of this place. Who did this? 

"I think one of us should stand guard outside in case the bodies try to kill us," Teresa suggests, re-tying her hair. Thomas stops and purses his lips, confused at the lack of intelligence. Minho buries his head in his hands and sighs. 

"I do not care for that." Teresa snaps at Minho, shoving his shoulder. Thomas squints at her, trying his best not to pick her up and shake the sense out of her. 

"I don't think that's going to be necessary." He says calmly, pacing the room again. She challenges him, "why?" Thomas looks over at Newt, his expression the same as his. Aris giggles to himself. 

"Well, you know. They're kinda dead," was Thomas' reply, not sure there was any other logical answer. Teresa narrows her eyes. 

"How do you know they're dead? Are you hiding something from us, Thomas? Huh?!" She shouts. Thomas glances over to Minho, then to the door. Minho nods and grabs Teresa's shoulders, pushing her outside the door and closing it behind him. He returns to his seat. Thomas looks at the door, unsure whether or not it's safe to leave her outside, maybe the killer would come back. 

Before he could reach the door to bring her back inside, she hammered on the door, desperate to be let back in. Thomas ran for the door, unlocked it and swinging it towards him, she stands on the other side of the door, her face pale. 

"There are dead bodies out there!" She shrieks, pulling Thomas out into the hall. Thomas stared at her, trying to grasp anything her. Not this new complicated, dull her. All he could find was a girl truly terrified of the bodies she had no recollections of seeing. That's when he saw the man sitting in the corner of the room, he was wearing all white cloaks, too big for him though as the sleeves concealed his hands. He looked tall and thin from what Thomas could see, he was bald, little clumps of pale hair on the top hardly noticeable, he wore glasses, leaning on the tip of his nose, he read through them and down into a stack of disordered folders.

"Do you see the guy?" Thomas asks, walking towards him and dodging the bodies. Thomas wondered how the guy hadn't been affected by the smell, why he wasn't gagging yet. He'd only been here for a little while. 

"Yeah, I do. Can we talk first about the corpses around us?" She says impatiently. Thomas chose to ignore her. The man looked up from his documents, examining Thomas like he was an unknown species found in the rainforest, Thomas wondered if rainforests still existed.

"Good afternoon, Thomas." He says, his voice was nasal and somewhat hard to understand. Thomas nodded absently and examined the space between them, he wanted to run for the man, throw him to the wall until he answered all his questions but there was another part of him, the smart part, the experienced part of him told him it wouldn't be that easy. Whoever this guy was, he knew that would be Thomas' first instinct, knew that he was outnumbered. He had surely protected himself. 

Thomas outstretched his hands. Glass. Smooth. His mind must be tricking him, there was nothing there. He ran his hand along the invisible surface. Looking back at the man, he saw he was amused. He was chewing on one of the legs of his glasses with his head tilted. 

"I wouldn't bother, Thomas." He says calmly. Thomas turned around to Teresa, she was only a few metres behind him, watching the man as well.

There was a bright light, too bright. Thomas shut his eyes, the white beams seemed to penetrate his eyelids. Thomas couldn't tell how long it lasted, about 10 seconds maybe? He opened his eyes, everything was blurry. He rubbed his eyes, watching them come into focus like a camera, He looked around, things seemed different. The bodies were gone. The man was gone.

Teresa was gone.