Dylan O'Brien Imagines

Long-Lost Sibling Part 4-Thomas

Dedicated to ScorchedThomas2922

I walked down the hallway with guards on both sides of me as they escorted me to one of the interrogation rooms. I was wearing a light blue t-shirt and gray baggy sweatpants they gave me.

As I was led down the hallway, I looked around my heart sinking when I saw the rooms full of kids; some older than me, some my age, and a few younger than me.

Janson told me what they were doing here. These kids were apparently immune to the Flare and were being used as test subjects for the cure. WICKED was taking blood, cells, muscle tissue and who knows what else to try and find a cure.

Even though Janson has told me everything that is going on, I haven't told him anything. He wanted to know what I remembered, what Thomas told me, what Mary told me, if I knew where any of the other people in hiding were, and if I would be willing to start going through tests and experiments to help them find a cure.

I never said anything. Every day, I was taken out of my room, led down the hall, put into an interrogation room, and sat across from Janson as he asked me the same questions over and over again. I would just sit there, folding my arms across my chest, and not saying a word or showing any sign of emotion. Janson referred to it as having a "poker face".

"Hello, Y/N." He smiled as I sat down. I immediately crossed my legs, leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Janson," I said shortly. "Same questions for me today?"

I smirked when I could see him holding back his anger. Whenever he gets frustrated or angry with me and is trying not to show it, a vein in his neck pops out and he clenches his jaw.

"Wow," I sighed. "You're already angry. That was easy. All I said was six words. And one of them was your name. Do I make you that angry?"

He took a deep breath, his vein still visible as he smiled at me. "Of course not, Y/N."

"Liar," I scoffed. I sent him a smile as he clenched his jaw. "You say I have a good poker face. Well, you don't."

"Y/N," he sighed, folding his hands and placing them on his notebook that is always empty when I'm escorted back to my room. "We are trying to be hospitable and patient with you, but you aren't making it easy on us."

"Duh," I laughed. "Why would I?"

"Y/N," he repeated like saying my name would make me trust him. It did the exact opposite. "We need your help. We believe that you and Thomas are the key to finding the cure."

"How do you know there is even a cure?" I cut him off. "You've spent years, disrupting the world, kidnapping kids, putting them through tests, and for what? More dead bodies behind you? More innocent blood on your hands?"

"Y/N," he cut me off, his anger coming out. "We are trying to save the world."

I jumped up, unable to control my anger anymore. "With what you are doing and how you are doing it, there won't be anyone left in the world to save."

Janson slowly stood up and opened his mouth to say something but before he could, alarms started going off. I turned around when the door swung open.

"What's going on?" Janson barked at the guard standing in the doorway with his eyes wide open.

The guard glanced at me before turning his attention back to Janson. I could feel the anger radiating off Janson as the guard hesitated.

"Spit it out," he said through his teeth. The guard looked at me one more time before sighing.