teen wolf/maze runner

Chapter 1

The room was utterly silent except for the soft breaths of two people. Thomas' hand shook violently as he pointed the barrel of a gun at the woman's face in front of him. A chill breeze blew into the cold lifeless room, chilling his wet cheeks.

"Is it true?" he whispered. His eye twitched. Could he have saved Newt? Was watching his friend's sanity slowly deteriorate avoidable? How many lives could he have saved? Paige's sad eyes revealed heavy concern and impatient fear. She took a step forward, her face showing a lifetime of stress and burden. An invisible wave snaked up Thomas' arm. He wanted to shoot this woman. He wanted to kill her. But if she was right, his entire motive would be wrong. He would be the person who let people die with the choice to save them. Thomas dropped the gun, the crash echoing loudly on hard black tile. Paige stepped forward and opened her mouth to speak but stopped when the two heard approaching footsteps. Her expression changed, the well concealed panic quickly replacing worry.

"Thomas, you don't have time. If you want to save your friends. If you want to save us all, you have to go," she quickly whispered, hands pushing his chest. Thomas didn't understand, he finally turned himself to willingly be a guinea pig, but Paige wanted him to run? The eyes before him shined with sadness and regret. Her voice grew quieter but more determined, "go to Beacon Hills. There you will find the only help that you can trust, Thomas find-" A deafening gunshot cut her off. Thomas blinked, clearing away his teared vision, and stared into the scientist's eyes in shock. Everything was frozen for a few moments as the face before him was consumed with overwhelming guilt and defeat. A crimson circle rapidly grew from the center of her chest. She had a brief moment to rasp "...Scott Mcall..." before collapsing on the floor, dead before she hit the ground. Thomas' eyes fluttered to the face before him, heavyset with anger and determination. The smoke wrapped around Janson as he swiftly approached Thomas. Why did Janson kill his colleague? His wet eyes stung and his hands tapped at his leg in hopeless confusion and rage. He tensed, calculating ways to escape from the man's gunpoint. But, without warning, Janson's left hand shot out, instantly but momentarily contacting Thomas' neck. He bore his eyes into Janson's, searching for answers as his hand reached up to investigate the targeted spot. What did Janson want? Why hadn't he killed him yet? His fingers found a small metal object embedded in his neck.

Thomas' knees buckled, giving in to uncontrollable numbness. The room swayed as darkness seeped into his vision. Paige's glossy eyes bore into his. When had he fallen on the floor? The last thing he saw before complete and utter darkness was the lady's pale fingers pointing to a steel gray door.