I'm not Stiles anymore. I'm Thomas. Maze Runner X Teen Wolf

Part 50

"Scott, we have to get out of here, like right now!" Ethan's standing in the middle of the room, his clothes blood-stained and torn. If Newt looks close enough he can see flecks of black goo clinging to the front of the shredded material. 

Definitely had a run-in with some cranks then. 

Ethan shifts and Newt's attention is drawn to the way his arms are holding his middle, almost like he's in pain and trying to apply pressure to an unseen wound. Parts of his T-shirt are also wrapped around his left ankle, almost like a makeshift tourniquet. 

Newt looks away when he feels someone else watching him, his eyes lock with Theo's, and the other looks at him before pointedly looking back at Ethan. 

So Theo's caught on as well. 

"What are you talking about, did something happen out there?" Isaac gives Scott an unimpressed look before looking back at Ethan. "Obviously something happened, look at him." "Look we can talk about this later but right now we need to get the hell out of dodge before they get here." Scott hesitates for a moment but then nods, "Okay, okay." Newt stands up and grabs one of the packs that he'd organized with Liam earlier. Now he wants to go, Newt can barely resist the temptation to roll his eyes as he watches Scott grab one of the bags and hoist it up onto his shoulder. A loud bang comes from upstairs and the entire group jumps, "They're here, we have to go NOW!" Ethan turns to the front door just in time for it to burst open. Cranks are everywhere outside, surrounding the house as they growl and moan desperately wanting to get in. "Shit, shit shit!" Isaac yells as he backs away from the horde outside, his fangs and claws out.

 "This way c'mon!" Everyone follows Scott to the back door and when he throws it open, there are no cranks waiting outside. Everyone tumbles out, Newt nearer to the back as he struggles with his injury. Theo seems to notice and throws Newt's arm over his shoulder. "I don't need your bloody help." He makes a vain effort to escape Theo's grip but damned werewolf or chimera strength or whatever the hell Theo was made it impossible. "Just shut up and run." Newt huffs but keeps running, he can hear the cranks behind him desperately trying to catch up. For some reason, Newt thinks back to when they were all in the scorch and in that abandoned building running from cranks for the second time. He'd been caught by one and Tommy hadn't hesitated before kicking it off him and sending it crashing through the glass. 

Thomas was standing in the window staring right at Newt. He stumbled, only staying up thanks to Theo's iron-tight grip around him. He was right there, barely fifteen feet away from Newt but then he was gone. A split second was all it took to rattle Newt, Thomas looked sick even if it was a hallucination which it had to have been, Tommy-his Tommy was hurting and sick and maybe even dying in that building. He had to find him, he had to.

Malia growls at the cranks blocking their exit, her claws and fangs extended as she prepares to fight. There are only a couple of them, she could take them. Before she can do anything though, Brenda yanks her back into the room they'd been trapped in for the past couple of days. "Don't be stupid you don't know if you're immune or not." Malia rips her arm out of Brenda's grip and paces around the small room like a caged animal. "What do you want us to do then, sit around in this awful dark room and wait to die?" 

"They'll go away eventually if we're quiet." Sonya mumbles from where she's sitting on the floor, back pressed against the cold metal shelves that line the whole of the back wall. The room they're in must have been some sort of utility closet, there are tons of cleaning supplies scattered aimlessly on the floor and the entire place smells of the bleach which spilled from the empty containers left lying on the floor.

 "They've been out there for days now what do we do if they don't go away?" Malia whisper shouts, her eyes glowing blue. "Malia, Malia!" Kira stands up and moves in front of Malia, stopping her from pacing anymore. "You have to calm down okay? Having you go full coyote in here won't help us." Malia tries to move around Kira but Kira grabs her chin and forces Malia to look at her. "Calm down please Malia." Neither of them says anything for a few moments, just staring at each other while Sonya and Brenda share a look behind their backs. Finally, Malia nods and sits down on the floor, drawing her knees up to her chest and resting her chin on them. 

"There are ten cranks out there, maybe more after your little outburst, if we had proper weapons then maybe we'd be able to take them on but we don't so we play it safe understood?" When no one says anything Brenda nods, "Okay then, it's settled." 

Kira slides down the wall beside Malia, watching Brenda and Sonya talk quietly between themselves. "I could have taken them," Malia mutters sulkily, not turning to look at Kira.  "I know you could have but what happens if you're not immune and you get infected with that virus?" Malia shrugs, "Then whatever, at least I could get you to safety." This time Malia does turn her head to look at Kira and the look on her face makes Kira's cheeks heat up and she quickly turns away, tucking her hair behind her ear. "At least I know you won't run off and leave us here now." She says it as a joke but the sincerity in Malia's voice makes Kira pause. "I would never leave without you." Kira shyly smiles at Malia, "I'd never leave without you either." 

The cranks are everywhere, filling the streets behind them with their desperate moans and screams. The smell of rotting flesh is almost overpowering and Scott struggles between not wanting to breathe in too deep and needing to so he doesn't run out of breath as quickly. He'd been noticing recently that it didn't take a lot for him to run out of breath these days and his healing seemed to be taking longer to heal than he was used to. "Scott which way?" Isaac was running beside him, not even close to being out of breath yet. Up ahead was an intersection, three possible routes. "Left go left!" His words came out close to a shout and he could only hope that the others had heard him. Isaac nodded and slowed down, probably to make sure that the others had all heard. 

Ethan quickly took his place, he looked paler and had sweat practically dripping down his face and neck. "I'm going to make a distraction, draw them away from you." Scott whipped his head around to look at Ethan, "What? No way man I'm not letting you die for us." Ethan huffed, his hand going up to press against his midsection. "I got bit by one of those things Scott and if you couldn't tell I'm not doing so hot. We're never going to outrun them anyways with Newt's limp and whatever's going on with you. I'll draw them right and you keep going left okay?" Ethan looks like he's about to run off when he pauses, "If you find Jackson tell him I'm sorry okay?" Scott nods and watches as Ethan slows down enough until he's at the back of the group and then he starts yelling, trying to draw as many cranks his way as he can. Scott pushes forwards, not letting himself dwell on what's going to happen to Ethan. 

The group quickly ducks into an alleyway, pressing their backs firmly against the brick wall as they watch the few remaining cranks continue on down the road, unaware that their prey is in the alley. "Where the hell do we go now?" Liam asks, hiking his bag back up onto his shoulder. "I know the way back to WICKED, I can get us there by tonight." Newt moves away from Theo and looks at him in disbelief, "WICKED has been this close and you never thought to mention it!?" Theo rolls his eyes, "I'm mentioning it now aren't I?" Newt glares at him and Scott quickly intervenes. "You're sure you know the way?" Theo nods, "Like 85% sure, I know the general direction but I did spend half of it getting chased by a crank so." "Good enough for me," Isaac stretches, his bones creaking in protest. Noticing the look Scott's giving him he shrugs, "It's Theo's way or wait until those cranks turn around and come back. I'm personally in favour of not getting eaten alive tonight." "Me too," Liam adds.  

"Okay, lead the way." 

The door opens with a loud click, making Minho jump up from where he was sitting on his bed. A guard entered the room carrying a metal tray with a plate of food on it and a plastic cup filled to the brim with water. The guard doesn't say anything, instead simply holding out the tray and waiting for Minho to take it. The door's wide open and it doesn't look like there's any other guards outside, maybe he could risk it. Grab the gun on the guard's belt while pretending to grab the tray. "Don't be an idiot, take the tray." The guard's voice comes out muffled but Minho hears him perfectly. Sighing, Minho takes a dramatic step forward and takes the tray or he tries to, but the guard doesn't let go instead pulling the tray closer to him and making Minho take another step towards him. "Under the plate." The guard whispers, barely loud enough for Minho to hear before he's shoving the tray into his hands and closing the door to the room leaving Minho alone again.

 Setting the tray down on the bed Minho lifts up the plate to see a note stashed underneath, blocky letters covering the entire sticky note. "Others are here, planning an escape. Guard will return in a couple hours to get you, you're job is get Thomas and get OUT. Don't let WICKED find this." Minho reads the note four times, feeling a surge of hope rise in his chest, they can do this. If the others are here that means that he has reinforcements, that there will be a distraction, something to help him get Thomas out without anyone noticing. Minho rips up the paper into tiny pieces and then just for good measure, he eats the paper.