Thomas's P.O.V

Thomas's eyes fluttered open slowly as he groaned. He raised his head slowly and his eyes widened as he looked around. He seemed to be in some sort of interrogation room, sitting at the metal desk.

"Hello?" he yelled out as he stood up. He looked around further. Nothing was actually in the room, apart from the table, two chairs and a mirror. He walked the length of the interrogation room, looking at the mirror that he knew was two-way.

"Hey! Hey! Anyone there?! I've been here for hours! Where are my friends?! Where is my girlfriend?!" he yelled. Nothing.

"Hey! Where are the others? Where is everyone?!" he shouted, hammering on the glass.

"You may want to stop that." Thomas whipped around as a man stood at the door.

"Where are my friends?" Thomas spat.

"Take a seat, son." The man spoke as he sat down on one of the chairs.

"No, tell me where my fucking friends are." He snapped.

"I'll tell you once you take a seat." The man nodded. Thomas clenched his jaw before taking a seat at the table.

"Hello, Thomas. My name is Janson, I'm the leader at this institution, now can you tell me-."

"Where are my friends?" he asked.

"How long were you in the maze for?" Janson asked, completely ignoring Thomas. Thomas squinted his eyes.

"I'm not answering any questions until you tell me where my friends are!" Thomas yelled. Janson looked at him.

"Why are you so bothered about where they are?" Janson asked.

"Because they've been my family for the last six years and if you've forced me to leave them, so help me god." He spat. Janson chuckled and shook his head.

"What's so funny?" Thomas mumbled, squinting his eyes.

"Your friends are just next door. They're perfectly safe, Thomas, as are you." Janson nodded. Thomas's eyes widened.

"Let me see them. Please, I need to know that they're all okay." He spoke.

"You'll be able to see them once you answer my questions." Janson nodded. Thomas sighed and slumped back into his chair.

"You ready to stop being a little smart arse and answer me?" Janson smiled. Thomas gulped and nodded.

"How long were you in the maze for?" Janson asked again. Thomas shrugged and shook his head.

"Three years, at least. I lost track after the first six months." Thomas mumbled.

"How much do you know about WICKD?" he asked. Thomas looked at him.

"I know that they've killed several of my friends. That's all I need to know." He spat. Janson looked at him.

"You're one angry little boy, aren't you?" he chuckled.

"You would be too if you'd watched your friends die right in front of you." Thomas snapped. Janson sighed and shook his head before looking back at the sheet.

"How did you get out of the maze?" Janson asked. Thomas clenched his jaw and looked down again.

"Y/N was sent into the maze with a key in her hand, that key unlocked one of the walls, which let us out." He mumbled. Janson looked at him.

"She was sent in with a key?" he asked.

"That's what I said." Thomas nodded, squinting his eyes.

"What did the key look like?" he asked.

"Why does it matter?" Thomas asked. Janson sighed and looked at him.

"WICKD sent teenagers like you and your friends into the maze because there was an outbreak of a virus called the flare. The flare attacks the brain and basically turns you into a zombie, but everyone calls them cranks." Janson nodded, making Thomas's eyes widen.

"It is thought that the cure for the flare is in the blood of young people, like yourself, and that when exposed to constant and high amounts of fear and anxiety, like you were in the maze, the cure strengthens and there's more of it. WICKD then harvests this from your blood." He nodded. Thomas's eyes widened further.

"Why are you telling me this?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Because people need to know, starting with the victims. WICKD needs to be exposed." He nodded. Thomas looked down, trying to take in everything that he'd just been told.

"Where does the key come into this? Why was it sent in with Y/N?" he asked.

"It's been suggested that somehow, she's special to WICKD. Maybe her blood is unique or maybe she was the final person sent in and so they had to send the key in with her. We're not one hundred percent sure." He spoke. Thomas gulped before looking back at Janson.

"How do you know all of this?" He mumbled.

"We intercept WICKD's signals to each base, so we can look in on their talks without them knowing. Technology has advanced a lot since you've been in the maze." Janson chuckled. Thomas clenched his jaw and looked at him.

"I want to see my friends now." He muttered. Janson sighed and nodded.

"Alright, then. When you leave this room, turn left and then right. You'll find the cafeteria, which is where all your friends will be." He spoke. Thomas stood up and opened the door before walking out, not even giving Janson a final look before walking out.

Thomas walked into the cafeteria and looked around. He sighed in relief as he saw Minho, Newt and Frypan sitting at a table.

"Hey." He mumbled as he sat down next to Minho.

"Hey, man. Why did you get off to?" Minho asked.

"They wanted to ask me some questions, so I was pretty much whisked away as soon as I got out of the shower." He mumbled.

"You alright, mate? You seem a little off." Newt spoke. Thomas sighed and looked at them.

"Something just feels off. The guy that talked to me had a lot of questions, questions that I had no clue how to answer, but he acted like I did. Not to mention that I haven't seen Y/N since we got here and I'm starting to worry about her." He choked.

"I'm sure she'll be fine, dude. They probably just wanted to ask her some questions too." Frypan nodded.

"I hope so." Thomas mumbled before looking down.