The Maze

by jxu

Summary:

“Your name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski, you’re from Beacon Hills California.”

“Who in their right mind would name their kid Michslove?”

Notes:

here’s the prologue, I’m like super tired rn so ignore my lack of enthusiasm

Chapter 1: Prologue

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Thomas had a single memory from his time before the maze. A single color in a single memory at a single time. The Hazel-Green eyes tainted his dreams every night, haunting him in his own hell of captivity.

 

All dramatics aside, Thomas was not happy. I mean who would be. The Glade sucked. Being held captive was neither fun nor glorious. When he had said he wished he were anywhere else this is certainly not what he meant. He was thinking something like the Bahamas and a glass of lemonade not an inescapable maze with a group of adolescent boys. 

 

But now he sat on a log in the woods before running into the maze throwing small stones at the ground. 

 

 

This place fucking sucks

 

 

 

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