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Publication Data. Dashner, James. The death cure / James Dashner. — 1st ed. p. cm. Sequel to: The Scorch trials. Summary: As the third Trial draws to a close. CHAPTER 1. It was the smell that began to drive Thomas slightly mad. Not being alone for over three weeks. Not the white walls, ceiling and floor. Not the lack of. The Death Cure James Dashner. The preceding books in the series are the maze runner followed by the scorch trials all published by Delacorte Press. Download The Death Cure [PDF] [ePub] or you can download the book from site.

The Maze Runner series Study Guide. In Course Hero. Accessed June 21, It explains why they value him so highly in their search for a cure for the Flare. The entire time, Thomas's rage grows and he swears to seek revenge against those in charge. Rat Man, the same man who told the Gladers about the Scorch trials, finally lets Thomas out of his cell. He explains the trials are over.

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. Logic told him that being filthy had nothing to do with the strength of your heart or the functioning of your lungs.

All the same, his mind was beginning to believe that his unceasing stench represented death rushing in, about to swallow him whole. Those dark thoughts, in turn, were starting to make him wonder if Teresa hadn't been lying after all that last time they'd spoken, when she'd said it was too late for Thomas and insisted that he'd succumbed to the Flare rapidly, had become crazy and violent. That he'd already lost his sanity before coming to this awful place. Even Brenda had warned him that things were about to get bad.

Maybe they'd both been right. And underneath all that was the worry for his friends. What had happened to them? Where were they? What was the Flare doing to their minds?

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.

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. 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.

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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: he did nothing.

Something told him an invisible barrier had appeared between him and the desk-like back in the dorms after the Maze. 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. A simple rag wouldve helped; he could dip it in the water they gave him to drink 1.

But he had nothing, only the dirty clothes hed been wearing when they locked him away. Not even beddinghe slept all curled up, his butt wedged in the corner of the room, arms folded, trying to hug some warmth into himself, often shivering.

He didnt know why the stench of his own body was the thing that scared him the most. Perhaps that in itself was a sign that hed lost it.

But for some reason his deteriorating hygiene pushed against his mind, causing horrific thoughts. Like he was rotting, decomposing, his insides turning as rancid as his outside felt.

That was what worried him, as irrational as it seemed. 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. Logic told him that being filthy had nothing to do with the strength of your heart or the functioning of your lungs.

All the same, his mind was beginning to believe that his unceasing stench represented death rushing in, about to swallow him whole. Those dark thoughts, in turn, were starting to make him wonder if Teresa hadnt been lying after all that last time theyd spoken, when shed said it was too late for Thomas and insisted that hed succumbed to the Flare rapidly, had become crazy and violent.

That hed already lost his sanity before coming to this awful place. And underneath all that was the worry for his friends. What had happened to them, where were they? What was the Flare doing to their minds? The madness crept in. Like a shivering rat looking for a spot of warmth, a crumb of food. And with every passing day came 2. He didnt 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 doorand the ugly wooden desk in front of itin what he guessed was the late morning of his twenty-second day as a captive in the white room. He always did thisafter eating breakfast, after exercising. Hoping against hope that the door would openactually open, all the waythe whole door, not just the little slot on the bottom through which they slid his meals.

Hed 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 mightve magically appeared while he slept. 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, whod 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 hed woken up in the white room the first time that things were going to get bad. Was she on his side or not? And how had she spoken inside his mind? But most of all, he thought 3. He couldnt 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, in his mind shed 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 hed rush forward and tackle anyone who came in, make a run for it, flee, escape. But these thoughts were almost for amusement more than anything. No, hed need to plan out every detail before he made his move. When it did happenwhen that door popped open with a slight puffing sound and began to swing wideThomas surprised himself by how he reacted. He did nothing.

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Something told him an invisible barrier had appeared between him and the desklike back in the dorms after the Maze. The time for action hadnt arrived. Not yet. He felt only the slightest hint of surprise when the Rat Man walked inthe guy whod informed the Gladers of the last trial theyd 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 his arm and dragging a straight-backed chair. Good morning,Thomas, he said with a stiff nod. Without waiting for a response, he pulled the door shut, set his chair behind the desk and took a seat.

He placed the folder in front of him and opened 5. When he found what hed been looking for he stopped and rested his hands on top of everything. Then he flashed a pathetic grin, his eyes finally settling on Thomas. When Thomas finally spoke, he realized that he hadnt done so in weeks, and his voice came out more like a croak.

Itll only be good if you let me out. Yes, yes, I know. No need to worryyoure going to be hearing plenty of positive news today. Trust me. Thomas thought about that, ashamed that he let it lift his hopes, even for a second. He should know better by now. Positive news?

Didnt you choose us because you thought we were intelligent? Rat Man remained silent for several seconds before he responded. Intelligent, yes. Among more important reasons. He paused and studied Thomas before continuing. Do you think we enjoy all this? You think we enjoy watching you suffer? Its all been for a purpose, and very soon it will make sense to you. The intensity of his words had built until hed practically shouted that last word, his face now red. Whoa,Thomas said, feeling bolder by the minute.

Slim it nice and calm there, old fella. 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 standing out in taut cords. He slowly sat back down, took several deep breaths.

You would think that almost four weeks in this white box might humble a boy. But you seem more arrogant than ever.

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So are you going to tell me that Im not crazy, then? Dont have the Flare, never did? Thomas couldnt help himself. The anger was rising in him and he felt like he was going to explode.

But he forced 6. Thats what kept me sane through all this deep down I know you lied to Teresa, that this is just another one of your tests. So where do I go next? Gonna send me to the shuck moon? Make me swim across the ocean in my undies? He smiled for effect. The Rat Man had been staring at Thomas with blank eyes throughout his rant. Are you finished?

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No, Im not finished. I want you to tell me everything. Oh, Thomas. The Rat Man said it quietly, as if delivering sad news to a small child. We didnt lie to you. You do have the Flare. A cold chill cut through the heat of Thomass rage. He was sure theyd lied to him beforethough Rat Man could just be lying again now.

He took a deep breath and shrugged, as if the news was something he heard every day. Well, even so, I havent started going crazy yet. At a certain pointafter all that time crossing the Scorch, being with Brenda, surrounded by Crankshed come to terms with the fact that hed catch the virus eventually. 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 dont understand. You dont understand what it is that I came in here to tell you.

Why would I believe a word that comes out of your mouth? Thomas realized that hed stood up, though he had no memory of doing so. His chest lurched with heavy breaths. He had to get control of himself. Rat Mans stare was cold, his eyes black pits. Regardless of whether this man lied 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. I know 7. Weve 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. Weve had to take it all a little farther than wed hoped in the beginningtheres no doubt about that. However, everything has stayed true to the spirit of what the Creators envisionedwhat you envisioned in their place after they were.

Thomas slowly shook his head; he knew hed been involved with these people once, somehow, but the concept of putting anyone through what hed gone through was incomprehensible. You didnt answer me. How can you possibly expect me to believe anything you say? He recalled more than he let on, of course.

Though the window to his past was caked with grime, revealing little more than splotchy glimpses, he knew hed worked with WICKED. He knew Teresa had too, and that theyd helped create the Maze.

Thered been other flashes of memory. Because, Thomas, theres no value in keeping you in the dark, Rat Man said. Not anymore. Thomas felt a sudden weariness, like all the strength had seeped out of him, leaving him with nothing. He sank to the floor with a heavy sigh. He shook his head. I dont even know what that means. Rat Man kept talking, but his tone became less detached and clinical and more teacherly. You are obviously well aware that we have a horrible disease eating the minds of humans worldwide.

Everything weve done up to now has been for one purpose and one purpose onlyto analyze your brain patterns and build a blueprint from them.

The goal is to use this blueprint to develop a cure for the Flare. The lives lost, the pain and sufferingyou knew the stakes when this began. We all did. It was all to ensure the survival of the human race. And were very close. Very, very close. Memories had come back to Thomas on several occasions. The Changing, the dreams hed had since, fleeting glimpses here and there, like quick lightning strikes in his mind. And right now, listening to the white-suited man talk, it felt as if he stood a few feet back from a cliff and all the answers were just about to float up from the depths for him to see in their entirety.

But he was still wary.

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He knew he couldnt trust anything, despite being aware that hed been a part of it all, had helped design the Maze, had taken over after the original Creators died and kept the program going with new recruits. I remember enough to be ashamed of myself, he admitted. But living through this kind of abuse is a lot different than planning it.

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Its just not right. Rat Man scratched his nose, shifted in his seat. Something Thomas said had gotten to him. Well see what you think at the end of today,Thomas. We shall see.

But let me ask thisare you telling me that the lives of a few arent worth losing to save countless more? Again, the man spoke with passion, leaning forward. Thomas only stared. It was a question he couldnt answer. The Rat Man might have smiled, but it looked more like a sneer on his face.

Just remember that at one time you did think that, Thomas. He started to collect his papers as if to go but didnt move. Im here to tell you that everything is set and our data is almost complete. Once we have the blueprint, you can go boo-hoo with your friends all you want about how unfair weve been.

Thomas wanted to cut the man with harsh words. But he held back. How does torturing us lead to this blueprint youre talking about? Rat Man sighed heavily. Boy, soon youll remember everything, and I have a feeling youre going to regret a lot.

In the meantime, 9. And whats that? Thomas really had no idea what the man would say. His visitor stood up, smoothed the wrinkles out of his pants and adjusted his coat. Then he clasped his hands behind his back. Youre immune to the Flare,Thomas. The virus lives in every molecule of your body, yet it has no effect on you, nor will it ever. Thomas swallowed. On the outside, in the streets, they call you people Munies, Rat Man continued.

And they really, really hate you. Despite all the lies hed been told, he knew that what hed just heard was the truth. When placed alongside his recent experiences, it just made too much sense. He, and probably the other Gladers and everyone in Group B, were immune to the Flare. Which was why theyd been chosen for the Trials. Everything done to themevery cruel trick played, every deceit, every monster placed in their pathsit all had been part of an elaborate experiment.

And somehow it was leading them to a cure. It all fit together. And moreit pricked his memories in the void. It felt familiar. I can see that you believe me, Rat Man finally said, breaking the long silence. Once wed discovered there were people like you with the virus rooted inside you, yet showing no symptomswe sought out the best and the brightest among you.

Of course, some in your group are not immune, and were chosen as control subjects. When running an experiment you need a control group,Thomas. Its the glue to keep all the data in context.

That last part made Thomass heart sink. Who isnt. The question wouldnt come out. He was too scared to hear the answer. Who isnt immune? Rat Man asked, eyebrows raised. Oh, I think they should find out before you, dont you? But first things first. You smell like a week-old corpselets get you to the showers and With that he picked up his file and turned toward the door.

He was just about to step out when Thomass mind focused. His visitor looked back at him. Back in the Scorchwhy did you lie that thered be a cure at the safe haven? Rat Man shrugged.

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I dont think it was a lie at all. By completing the Trials, by arriving at the safe haven, you helped us collect more data.

And because of that there will be a cure.