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Thomas has lost everything, his life, memories and his only remaining friends — the Gladers. Thomas beat the maze, endured the Scorch and is willing to do anything to save his friends.

But will this be his final venture? Or will he once again prove to be the ultimate survivor? Who has achieved immunity from Flare the deadly disease which started the need for the trials? Is there a cure or was all of this for nothing?

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After everything they'd been subjected to, was this how it was all going to end? The rage crept in.

Like a shivering rat looking for a spot of warmth, a crumb of food. And with every passing day came an increasing anger so intense that Thomas sometimes caught himself shaking uncontrollably before he reeled the fury back in and pocketed it.

He didn't want it to go away for good; he only wanted to store it and let it build. Wait for the right time, the right place, to unleash it. WICKED had taken his life and those of his friends and were using them for whatever purposes they deemed necessary. No matter the consequences.

And for that, they would pay. Thomas swore this to himself a thousand times a day. All these things went through his mind as he sat, back against the wall, facing the door-and the ugly wooden desk in front of it-in what he guessed was the late morning of his twenty-second day as a captive in the white room. He always did this-after eating breakfast, after exercising.

Hoping against hope that the door would open-actually open, all the way-the whole door, not just the little slot on the bottom through which they slid his meals. He'd already tried countless times to get the door open himself.

And the desk drawers were empty, nothing there but the smell of mildew and cedar. He looked every morning, just in case something might've magically appeared while he slept.

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And so he sat, staring at that door. White walls and silence. The smell of his own body. Left to think about his friends-Minho, Newt, Frypan, the other few Gladers still alive. Brenda and Jorge, who'd vanished from sight after their rescue on the giant Berg.

Harriet and Sonya, the other girls from Group B, Aris. About Brenda and her warning to him after he'd woken up in the white room the first time. How had she spoken in his mind? Was she on his side or not? But most of all, he thought about Teresa.

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He couldn't get her out of his head, even though he hated her a little more with every passing moment. Her last words to him had been WICKED is good, and right or wrong, to Thomas she'd come to represent all the terrible things that had happened. Every time he thought of her, rage boiled inside him. Maybe all that anger was the last string tethering him to sanity as he waited. Thirst for revenge. That was what he did for three more days. On the twenty-sixth day, the door opened.

What he would do, what he would say. How he'd rush forward and tackle anyone who came in, make a run for it, flee, escape. But those thoughts were almost for amusement more than anything. No, he'd need to plan out every detail before he made his move. When it did happen-when that door popped open with a slight puffing sound and began to swing wide-Thomas was surprised at his own reaction: Something told him an invisible barrier had appeared between him and the desk-like back in the dorms after the Maze.

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The time for action hadn't arrived. Not yet. He felt only the slightest hint of surprise when the Rat Man walked in-the guy who'd told the Gladers about the last trial they'd been forced on, through the Scorch.

Same long nose, same weasel-like eyes; that greasy hair, combed over an obvious bald spot that took up half his head. Same ridiculous white suit. He looked paler than the last time Thomas had seen him, though, and he was holding a thick folder filled with dozens of crinkled and messily stacked papers in the crook of one elbow and dragging a straight-backed chair.

Without waiting for a response, he pulled the door shut, set the chair behind the desk and took a seat. He placed the folder in front of him, opened it and started flipping through the pages. When he found what he'd been looking for he stopped and rested his hands on top. Then he flashed a pathetic grin, his eyes settling on Thomas. When Thomas finally spoke, he realized that he hadn't done so in weeks, and his voice came out like a croak.

No need to worry-you're going to be hearing plenty of positive news today. Trust me. He should know better by now. Didn't you choose us because you thought we were intelligent? Among more important reasons. You think we enjoy watching you suffer? It's all been for a purpose, and very soon it will make sense to you. You look three steps away from a heart attack. The man stood from his chair and leaned forward on the desk. The veins in his neck bulged in taut cords.

He slowly sat back down, took several deep breaths. But you seem more arrogant than ever. Don't have the Flare, never did? The anger was rising in him until he felt like he was going to explode.

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But he forced a calmness into his voice. So where do I go next? Gonna send me to the shuck moon? Make me swim across the ocean in my undies? The Rat Man had been staring at Thomas with blank eyes throughout his rant.

He'd forgotten all the scenarios he'd played out in his mind. You do have the Flare. Was Rat Man lying even now? But he shrugged, as if the news were something he'd suspected all along.

But he told himself that for now he was still okay.

Still sane. And that was all that mattered at the moment. Rat Man sighed. You don't understand what I came in here to tell you. How could you possibly expect me to? His chest lurched with heavy breaths. He had to get control of himself. Rat Man's stare was cold, his eyes black pits.

Regardless of whether this man was lying to him, Thomas knew he was going to have to hear him out if he ever wanted to leave this white room.

He forced his breathing to slow. He waited.

After several seconds of silence, his visitor continued. We've done some awful things to you and your friends. But it was all part of a plan that you not only agreed to, but helped set in place. We've had to take it all a little farther than we'd hoped in the beginning-there's no doubt about that.

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However, everything has stayed true to the spirit of what the Creators envisioned-what you envisioned in their place after they were ,,, purged. How can you possibly expect me to believe anything you say? Though the window to his past was caked with grime, revealing little more than splotchy glimpses, he knew he'd worked with WICKED. He knew Teresa had, too, and that they'd helped create the Maze. There'd been other flashes of memory.They'd taken his watch; they fed him the exact same meal three times a day-slab of ham, mashed potatoes, raw carrots, slice of bread, water-never spoke to him, never allowed anyone else in the room.

He waited. The Rat Man had been staring at Thomas with blank eyes throughout his rant. He had plenty of food and just enough water to quench his thirst; he got plenty of rest, and he exercised as best he could in the small room, often running in place for hours.

Not yet. A simple rag would've helped; he could dip it in the water they gave him to drink and clean his face at least.

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