Signs - TW x TMR

Chapter five

It was still dark out when Thomas walked down stairs less than five minutes later, all ready for the trip. He had the outfit he had on in the Scorch, with a gun and some knives tucked away in various places.

He saw everyone in the living room, hunched over the coffee table, looking at something.

Minho saw him standing in the doorway, and motioned him over. Come here. We're just doing some final planning. 

Thomas walked over, and moved in between Minho and Brenda. On the table was a map. A map of what they believe the Scorch is. It's a little inaccurate seeing as it's a desert and there are very few landmarks, but it's what they had. Under that, there was a map of the town they would be stopping at. It was the closest place they could comfortably rest before they had to sleep on the hard floor for weeks. 

They also had hope to find a certain blonde boy there, but that was unlikely. 

Okay, Thomas started, going into leader mode. Even deaf, he is still the leader. We have to assume that they had either rebuilt the Last City, or they had some other place that they could use. I say we go to the Last City first, as we know that that's one place they have resided. He pointed to the spot they had marked. That's not that far, one to two days, on foot. "Jorge." Said man looked up when he heard his name. I need you to run to the nearest convenience store and grab any supplies you think we'll need. Jorge nodded, walking out of the house. A few moments later they heard Bertha start and drive away. 

"Gally." Find whatever weapons you can. "Brenda." You help him. "Aris." Get some food and water. "Harriet, Sonya." You get the walkies. "Minho." I need to talk to you. Everyone left to do their jobs, making Minho and Thomas the only ones left in the room.

Yeah, man?

What if we can't stop him? What if we can't find him? What if- Minho put his hands over Thomas'.

Calm down, shank, we are going to find them, and we are going to take WICKED down, once and for all.

Thanks, Minho. 

A knock on the door interrupted their silent conversation. Minho heard it, while Thomas felt it.  They looked at each other in confusion, before making their faces blank and going defensive. They carefully walked over to the door, hands traveling to their weapons. 

Minho motioned to the peephole, asking Thomas to look into it. Giving him an annoyed look, the brunette moved forward, and relaxed slightly after looking, telling the old Keeper of the Runners that it was not WICKED coming to knock down their door.

He was, however, shocked when the leader opened the door to reveal the McCall pack, standing on the door step at 4:30 in the morning (yes, Minho checked his watch). Scott's hand was raised as if he was about to knock again but he quickly stopped when he saw them. 

"Can we help you?" Minho said, just as annoyed as Thomas, both hiding it so the supernaturals wouldn't notice. 

"Uh, yeah, actually." Scott stepped up, trying to act tough. "Stiles." The said boy didn't respond, looking at the others in the pack, spotting for weapons, strengths and weaknesses. It was a habit he had picked up in the Scorch that he couldn't drop. "Stiles," the werewolf repeated louder, most likely alerting everyone in the house. When he went to repeat it a third time, the brunette was looked up, his eyes finished roaming the group.

"What?" Thomas, or Stiles in the packs eyes, asked, and Minho caught the annoyance in voice.

"We need the research back." These shanks think he can research all the information they need in a day? I mean, I know Thomas can do it, but could the Stiles they knew? Minho thought. Apparently they did.

Thomas disappeared back into the house, going over to the coffee table to get the paper he had filled out, but he kept the picture.

"Why do you need the information?" Minho asked the pack, trying to pass the time.

"So we can figure out how to stop it," Malia answered.

"You mean, kill it?" That was the only way they could stop the cranks. Without the cure (aka Thomas), there was no other way.

"What? No," Scott seemed almost offended by this. "We don't kill in this pack."

Minho rasied an eyebrow. "Mhm...and how do you expect to 'stop' those things?" He didn't mention that he knew what they were though, just that there were more than one.

"Well, they look human-" The alpha was cut off when Minho burst into laughter, just as Thomas came back.

"He-he thinks he can stop the cranks by talking to them," he explained through his laughs. Thomas also started laughing. He knew Scott was dumb, but he didn't think he was this stupid. 

"You can't. You have to kill them," he said, deadpan, after his laughter had died down.

Scott looked like a kicked puppy, before he got a determined look. "No. We don't kill."

Thomas knew that this was a losing battle and instead said, "Fine, your funeral." No point in arguing, this is his main rule, he signed to Minho, who nodded. "Here." He handed the paper to Scott, who looked down in confusion, but before he could say anything, the Gladers closed the door. Thomas silently laughed, thinking of what could have gone through the Alpha's head when he saw the page blank except for the words 'DON'T GO LOOKING FOR THIS IF YOU ARE UNWILLING TO KILL'. 

Minho knew what was on the paper and he too, laughed quietly, shaking his head at how childish his best friend could be. 

Another knock could be heard (or felt), and Thomas motioned for Minho to not open it. He went and got Gally, telling him to open it. He did so, and looked beyond annoyed to find Scott McCall and his little pack.

"What?" he snapped.

"We need to talk to Stiles," Lydia answered calmly. 

"He's busy."

"Well, tell him to pause, this is important."

"How do you know what he's doing isn't important?"

"Because it's Stiles." Oh, no. Scott really doesn't know when to shut his mouth.

"What did you say?" Gally's voice was dangerously low. See, the thing about Gally is he may act all high and mighty and like he doesn't care, but when it comes to his family, he gets really protective.

Minho quickly stepped in before either could say or do something else. "How about this? You talk to one of us, and let 'Stiles' do his own thing, or you leave. Sound good?" He, too, was protective over the survivors.

"Fine," Scott said begrudgingly. "We need real information. Not this bullshit." He held up the paper with the message on it, and Gally started laughing. 

"That's all the information you need," Minho replied, while Gally was still laughing. "If you are unwilling to kill, you will get killed. Stop your search."

They closed the door once again, and turned to see, Aris, Harriet, Sonya, Brenda, Fry, and Thomas all standing there, ready to go.

"Who's ready to end WICKED...again?" 

Once again, they failed to estimate how much of a problem, Scott and his pack were going to be.

Did you know, there are 40 ways to say hello in English? According to google

well now you do. anyways hiiii its me kels

this chapter was a little boring in my opinion 

It's about to get interesting y'all, maybe.