Stiles? Wait, hold up, my name's Thomas!

Chapter 1

AN: I own like... basically nothing... other than the plot... so like... Enjoy

I woke up slowly, completely confused and disoriented. The room was chilly, and I could feel a cold metal chair underneath me. I slowly opened my eyes and squinted at the harsh light. As I started to properly wake up, my eyes focused on my surroundings. There was a rather tall man sitting in front of me, with decently long, wavy and dark hair that was styled back. He wore an expensive suit and had a look of professionalism. It was obvious this man was wealthy and meant business. We were separated by a big rectangular metal table which held only a thick file, filled with papers. The room was very small, consisting of only the two chairs the man and I occupied and the desk. The walls, floor, and ceiling were completely white, so bright they hurt my eyes. I tried to sit up properly in my chair, only to notice I was strapped down to the chair, with only my legs free. I immediately panicked and began struggling, fighting to get free.

"Woah! Hey, stop, it's ok!" the man yelled, startled. "You're safe! I'll tell you what, you stop struggling and you promise not to run and we'll take those off." I stopped and eyed the man suspiciously. 

"Who are you? What do you want? Actually, no, I don't want anything to do with you W.I.C.K.E.D shuck faces, just leave me alone!" I shouted, renewing my efforts to get out of my bonds.

"Calm down, I'm not with W.I.C.K.E.D. You're safe now. Why don't you tell me what you remember?"

"I remember your shuck faced organization putting my friends and me through the maze and scorch trials. I remember my friends dying. We got to your shuck safe haven only to get attacked. Then we got into those pod things only to pass out and wake up here. Do you think I'm dumb? You've already 'saved us' before! So how 'bout you shanks take your shuck lies and shove them up where the sun don't shine. I'm done with this, and I'm not answering anything 'till I see my friends." The man stared at me wide-eyed, then burst out laughing. 

"Man, they told me you were feisty, but I was not expecting this! Oh my gosh! That was great, but please save your energy, we have much to discuss. As for seeing your friends, everything will happen in due time. I would like to speak with you, preferably without the restraints, so as long as you promise not to run or attack anything those can be taken off. You listen to all I have to say and then I will answer any question you may have. Deal?"

The man seems different in a way I just can't place. He seems nothing like the W.I.C.K.E.D shanks I've met before, but they've tricked us before. 

"Ok fine, just one question though... How do I know you're not just tricking me?" The man smiled not unkindly. 

"Because we would like to get you back to your families," he stated. I stared at him in shock.

"What families? They were all killed by the flare! I remember my mom and dad, they're both dead, driven to insanity!"

"I'm sorry to inform you but that just isn't true..." he sighed. "Just as W.I.C.K.E.D. can erase your memories, they can also plant fake ones." As the man continued to speak, a woman with a kind smile came and undid my restraints. She nodded slightly at me, but I didn't feel the need to return her greeting.

The man continued to explain that throughout the scorch trials, we never really left the facility. We were in another big, underground arena where we were monitored and tested on. The sun flares never happened and the disease has not yet been released. W.I.C.K.E.D found a bunch of us teenagers who were immune to the flare and strived to find a cure before they actually used it. The reason the FBI (which is apparently the organization this man works for) was finally able to save the Gladers was that W.I.C.K.E.D. had finally discovered the cure and has no further use for us. The Gladers who are not immune have already been administered the cure. I, luckily, am one of the immunes.