Chapter 1: Newcomers

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There was a long pause of silence, then darkness followed. No one knew what had happened in those few moments. First thing's first was that the six of them were all headed to a lacrosse came before the unthinkable had happened. It was strange, very strange. In fact, not one of them knew where they had ended up.

What was supposed to be a nice time out with friends turned into something beyond anyone's expectations. They were confused and hadn't had the slightest idea of where they had ended up. After all, it was still too dark for the eyes to distinguish anything. Even Scott's enhanced vision couldn't figure out where they landed themselves in. It was almost like a box of some sort. In other words, they were trapped.

The lot of them had remained calm for the most part, the only thing audible was the loud huffs of breath from his fellow pack members. Scott attempted to put one of his hands to the walls of the 'box' and glide it across, feeling the cool metal against his palm.

"Are we trapped?" A familiar voice called out from behind.

Scott turned his head towards the strawberry blonde. "I'm not so sure," he answered truthfully.

"Oh please, we aren't trapped," another voice says rather confidently nearby. He moved towards one of the walls and suddenly there was a loud thump. Derek's hand reached to where he punched into the wall, inspecting it. A subtle shocked expression followed, pleasantly surprised that the wall wasn't blast open by the force of his fist.

"Um, nice try?" Malia mumbles from beside Lydia and Kira. "But do you think we should be making so much noise? I mean what if there are others just outside of these walls?"

"I don't think that matters much, do you?" Derek asks, turning towards the others. "If anything they're going to regret putting us in such a tiny box. Especially without my consent." The others could hear his jaw clenching and his teeth grinding with irritation.

"He has a point there. We need to get out of here," Scott responded, still gliding his hands on the walls. He glanced up, noticing the lining on the roof of the metal box, assuming that was the way out of there. However, it seemed as though it could only be opened from the outside.

Kira got up from the floor and went to help Scott. "Well, any other ideas?" There didn't seem to be very many to choose from by the looks of it.

"Not really," he answered again. "Didn't really expect to get trapped in here."

"I don't think any of us did," Derek cuts in.

"Now what? Do we just wait here and hope that someone comes along to save us?" Malia questioned from the other side of the box. "This is crazy. How did something like this even happen?"

"Guys, we'll figure something out," their leader attempts to calm the others down. Even he never saw this coming nor did he know how it even happened. None of them did. Just as the male reassured his friends that everything would be fine, he noticed something off. Brown eyes scanned the small room, looking to one person to another. "Wait a second…"

"What? What's wrong?" Lydia was the first to ask.

"Where is Stiles?" Scott questioned as he walked to the center of the enclosed metal box, still searching around. Usually he would hear his best friend's witty phrases, but not one had left the boy's mouth since they arrived there. In fact, Scott didn't even see him in the room at all. How did he not notice this sooner?

When Scott asked, the others finally began to search for themselves, only to learn that he was truly in fact absent. This baffled all five of them. Stiles had been with them on their way to the game, but he wasn't confined in the same box that they were in. This only led to one question. Where in the world was he?

"He's really not here," Malia said with slight worry in her voice. "Did the people who put us here let him go?" There wasn't really an exact answer for that. Heck, she didn't even know if it was even actual people who put them in the box in the first place. Who knew what the reasoning was behind that anyway.

"Okay, so that's great. They let Stiles go." Derek crossed his arms over his chest. "Isn't that a good thing?"

"We don't know that yet," Scott argued. "Just because he isn't trapped here with us doesn't mean he's not in trouble."

Kira nodded, "he's right, but for now let's focus on finding a way out of here. We won't learn anything by being in here."

"That's easier said than done." Derek rolled his eyes, leaning against one of the metal walls. "Question is how?"

There wasn't exactly an easy way out of there, and it didn't help that it was pitch black in the room. How things were going now, Scott didn't think they'd be finding a way out anytime soon, though it wouldn't stop him from continuing to look for one. There had to be one. And just while he was thinking back on it, he remembered the one he saw earlier.

Just as he was about to tell the others about it, everyone fell to the ground as the box began moving upwards at a quick pace. It only got faster with each passing second. The five of them got tossed around the box, some of them trying to grab onto something. This went on for what felt like a full minute or so before coming to an abrupt stop. The ride up was surely not an enjoyable one.

"Well, that was exciting," Derek muttered as he got up, dusting himself off in the process. "Is everyone alright?"

Malia got up shortly after, still trying to gain her balance as she helped Lydia up. "Fine, I think."

Scott and Kira also got to their feet and nodded.

"What in the world was that?" The strawberry blonde asked, unable to figure out what just happened.

"I don't know," Scott answered as he frantically searched around again wearily.

Just then, bright rays of light met all of their eyes and the roof opened up, revealing a bunch of unfamiliar faces. The people from above were gazing down in the box, soon exchanging dumbfounded expressions with one another and small whispers.

A teenager with short blond hair came into view, observing the newbies below. There were smudges of dirt covering his face, along with his clothes. His shirt was a chestnut color with buttons near the neck, the sleeves partially rolled up. His features were a bit harsh from a distance, and he had a leader-ish vibe to him, especially the way he settled himself in the middle of the crowd.

"I thought we weren't expecting new greenies," he spoke out loud. "Especially five at a time. They've never sent us this many." It was peculiar. Not once had the gladers ever gotten this many newbies at one time. Usually it was one lucky newbie each month but this was a new record. Maybe there was a reasoning behind it. Not only that but they had just recently received another greenie a few days ago, a girl who goes by the name Teresa. She was said to be the last one they'd be sending to The Glades.

Scott and Derek glanced at each other with looks of uncertainty.

"Where the hell are we exactly?" Derek asked Gally with a cocked eyebrow. "Also, who even are you?"

Malia, Lydia and Kira stood just behind Scott and Derek, their eyes wandering on the many different faces from above.

"Who are you people?" Lydia asks, wanting to know who they all were, not just the blond. They didn't quite look like average teenagers you'd see now and then. Some of the teenagers donned extra equipment, not to mention that some were also holding spears, which was clearly not something an average teen would have.

"Well, you're in the Glades now." He jumped down into the metal box to greet them properly. "Oh, and the name's Gally. We like to call ourselves 'gladers.' Everyone here is one, and now you are too."

"The Glades?" Scott blinked a few times, completely lost. He didn't understand any of what the blond was telling him; honestly it was difficult to follow. The fact that him and the others were suddenly thrown into a boxed elevator of some sort without even realizing it baffled him enough as is. And what this "Gally" was telling the bunch just left the pack more dumbfounded than ever before. Scott found it hard to even trust the blond. After all, these strange people could've been the ones to put them in that box in the first place. Though, it was just a speculation Scott had. By the way Gally was talking, it seemed as though they weren't expecting the pack, so that theory was soon discarded.

"That's right, greenie. Don't worry, it doesn't take too long to get used to it," he chuckled, amused by their reactions. It was always enjoyable to watch new greenies struggle to understand what this place was, but they'd soon find out for themselves. "Listen, once you learn the ropes, things'll be easier."

"Right…" Scott responded reluctantly. "We can't stay here though, we need to leave," the brown-haired male told him. Scott knew that the pack couldn't stay with these people. There was just no way. These people who call themselves 'the gladers' were strange, and could be dangerous. And this place that they call 'The Glades' was just seemed to be a bunch of bogus to Scott. The male wasn't too worried for their safety, knowing full well they could take care of themselves but the leader never hesitated to take precautions.

"You're tough outta luck. I'm afraid there's no way of escaping," Gally told them with a dead-panned expression. "And for your own good, you shouldn't try," he warned them. "Since you were sent here like the rest of us, you have to follow the rules here."

Derek growled from beside Scott, taking a few steps towards the blond, but was stopped short by Scott's arm holding him back.

"Don't," Scott says, trying to keep the broad man from tearing Gally's head off.

Derek grunted and shoved his arm away. "If he's trying to keep us from leaving, the only way to do it is by force." And if any of these so called 'gladers' tried getting in their way, they could just kill them. It was as simple as that.

Scott sighed, head turning back towards Gally. "What do you mean we can't leave? Why not?"

"Why don't you go up there and see for yourself, greenie?" Gally suggested as he hoisted himself up and out of the box. After getting out, he reached out his hand towards the leader of the pack. "Well?"

The leader grabbed the blond's hand as he was pulled out of the box, finally breathing in fresh air. There were fields of bright green grass and bulky trees that filled the area, and in the distance he could see patches of forest. The fields were vast but as Scott continued to observe his surroundings, he noticed it. The four large concrete slabs that trapped them in there.

"See? I told you," Gally said as he helped up Scott's friends.

Even they were left gawking and slack-jawed. That's usually how every glader was when first witnessing 'the maze.'

"What is this?" Scott muttered, still in disbelief. He hadn't seen anything like it.

"I already told you," the short-haired blonde replied back. "How many times do I have to tell you before it gets imprinted into that thick skull of yours?"

Scott's brown eyes drifted off, half listening to Gally, but also wandering off into his own little world. Eventually, they landed on a figure in the crowd of people he'd never seen before in his life. However, this person seemed vaguely familiar. Scott snapped out of his daze before focusing on the teen, his mouth hanging open upon the sudden realization that this person looked identical to someone close to him.

The teenager had pale skin and brown eyes with dark chocolate-colored hair to match. Instead of the usual spiked up hair, it fell on his forehead and was tousled around a bit with the slightest curls. The expression he was wearing was much different than usual as well. Not only were his facial expressions off, so was his outfit. It was entirely different than what Scott was used to. No plaid shirts this time. Instead, it was replaced by a blue long sleeve with the both sleeves pulled up to his mid-arms, and a button undone near his neck. He stared at the pack with a foreign look, as if he hadn't seen any of them in his life. There wasn't the slightest spark of recognition in those brown eyes. He just stood there with just as much curiosity as the rest of the people next to him.

Scott kept his eyes trained on him, and even though his best friend didn't call out to him, Scott knew that was him. There was no mistaking it. That face belonged to one person and one person only. It had to be him. It must be. And without a second thought, Scott opened his mouth to speak.

"Stiles?"

END.

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Author's Note:

So I didn't quite like my other idea for this story and I had no idea what I was going to do with it, so I decided to try this one out instead. I feel like it'll give me more to work with for this crossover with the pack just entering into the Maze Runner verse instead. I decided to expand the length of this chapter and change a few things. Nothing too major. I apologize if there are grammar mistakes, I'll be sure to revise this chapter later when I have time!

I debated if I should add Stiles or not, but decided to just focus on Thomas for this story. Also, I'm very sorry if the character's are OOC sometimes, like usual.

I'll try and do better with that.

But like always, let me know what you think and if I should continue the story.

I'll try and improve my writing in the process and revise it every now and then.

Feel free to review and critique if you'd like. I'm open to suggestions too.