I Would Come For You | TW x TMR | [Stilinski Twins]

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He had never thought he would be in this building again infront of that woman.
He held the gun in his shaking hands pointing it at her.

"Is it true?" He whispered. "Newt." He said more clearly the name bringing pain to him and the tears started leaking out again. "Could I have saved him?"

"You can save us all." Chancellor Paige said and he believed her. He don't know how but he knew that was true. His hands started shaking more vigorously, him not being able to control it. Then he lowered his hand, dropping the weapon on the floor, defeated.

She walked coming to stand in front of him as she said sympathetically. "It's okay."

"Just leave the others alone." He whispered tears never stopping.

"I promise." She promised. "I will-" Boom! A gun fired. But the bullet didn't hit him. Ava Paige stumbled. Her hand coming up to him as if to hold herself up. But her legs gave up and she hit the floor never moving again.

He raised his head in horror to stare at Janson, now pointing the gun at him. Anger rose in him. Janson came close to him, the gun pointed at his chest.

Before he could say or do something, Janson lurched forward planting a needle on the top of his shoulder blade. The result was immediate. He staggered, plucking out the small needle from his neck. His movements became sluggish, his felt his consciousness slipping away and fell down on the floor. The gun he had dropped earlier inches away from his hand. He tried to make a grab for it, but his hand was slow.

Janson stepped down on the gun and he looked up at him, dark spots dancing in his vision.

"Oh Thomas." He heard Janson say. "You should have run." Janson's voice echoed in his ears as he slipped away into darkness.

"Thomas. Can you hear me?" He heard a muffled voice. Something sharp and small was inserted into his left arm. He lifted his head struggling and looked to his left.

There stood Teresa, next to him, with a syringe in her hand.  She had drawn his blood. "How much longer?" A voice said from behind him and he twisted his head to look at the man in anger and resentment. He tried to move but then he noticed the restraining straps, binding him to the hospital like bed. He tried to break it, the bed shuddered but the straps didn't move.

"It's almost done." Teresa said, moving over to a table with different chemical like liquids on top on it.

He looked up at Janson who stood beside her looking at him. "Why don't you just kill me?" Thomas dared.

"Kill you?" Janson smirked as he came closer. "No we don't want to do that. We'll keep you alive." He paused. "Just."

Thomas lurched forward again but the bed restricted him of any movement. He panted.

"And in return, you will give life to the rest of us. The ones we choose to save anyway." Janson picked up a device from the table beside which lit up on his pushing a button. "Of course there's not gonna be enough for everyone. Hard choices are gonna have to be made. " He wanted to punch him him or at least wack him. Preferably with a metal chair on his head. Janson walked away and he struggled again against the straps, still no avail. " In time, the Flare virus, will burn itself out. The only question is," Janson approached Teresa, as she injected something into a vial of serum. "Who will be the ones left standing?"

He struggled again but it was futile. He had ran his whole life, or the life he remembered, away from WCKD.  After all he have went through he was still in the clasp of Janson.

"And thanks to you, to this." He held up the vial, as he pushed it into the device. "We finally get to choose." Janson came next to him again. Folding up the sleeve of his shirt, Janson revealed the black vines protruding on his forearm. Of course, Janson wanted him to get the cure for himself. "A future of our own making." Janson raised the device on top of his hand. "To your health" and BAM!!

Glass shattered on Janson's head and behind him stood Teresa holding a broken end of a glass vessel, as he fell onto the floor. She crouched down to get the vial and then quickly undoing the straps on him. "Okay. Let's get you out of here."

He stared at her in surprise before focusing back on the restrains. She got his one hand free and moved to the other when Janson stood up again.

He grabbed her by her hair and swung her on top of the laboratory table, sending her and several broken glasses to the floor.

He tried to undo his other hand as fast as possible as he yelled. Janson was going after Teresa who was crawling under the tables to get away from him. He finally got a hold on her leg, and Thomas struggled with the last strap across his abdomen, grunting.

Janson pulled her up and slammed her head right onto a tabletop, Teresa falling onto the floor unconscious. Janson took the device as he finally got free from the bed and he jumped forward. Slamming into Janson , taking them both into a glass wall, shattering it. The thing rolled away from Janson's hand and he got up back on his feet, ignoring his aching body. 

He stumbled back as Janson punched him. His jaw hurt but also he was angry, very angry. It fuelled him up and he punched back. His knuckles hurt but he didn't care. Janson threw another punch at him and then chocked him with a string from behind. Thomas couldn't breathe, he tried to push the other man's hand away, but he couldn't. His body worked faster than his brain and he slammed him against the wall as hard as he could and the force around his throat disappeared.

He turned around to throw another punch before Janson pushed him away, before pulling out his gun, pointing it straight at him. He froze and from his periphery of vision he saw that Teresa was back on her feet now looking at the scene unfolding in front of her.

He panted heavily as he locked eyes with Janson, from where he was still sprawled out on the floor. There has to be a way. He had outrun Grievers, gone through the scorch. He was not giving up now.

Behind Janson through the glass windows he saw glowing stars comig towards them. Then he realized they were not stars, they were missiles. And it hit the tower.

The whole building shook and Janson fell down on his knees. Taking advantage of the distraction he got up and ran to the end of the hallway, Teresa following him behind, both ignoring the shaking floor. Before they turned he looked back and Janson was already pointing his gun at them, at Teresa.

"Teresa." He shouted as he dived for her and pulled her away to the first laboratory room he saw.

Maybe it was the adrenaline that had not made him notice the bullet that hit him on the side of his stomach. The pain made him press his hand to the wound and he watched the red blood covering his hand.