Find Your Anchor - Part 1

16. WICKED Man

It was full moon when the incident that will change every each person living in Beacon Hills's life occurred. This day was the day that will change everything.

As you can notice, it was full moon. So supernaturals, especially the newborn New Glader's were preparing for it. Issac and Kira, who was more experienced than anybody else, decided to guide them handle it. 

Thomas, by the other hand, was lying in bed, because he had a fever. A very serious fever. Newt had covered him for about 2 days now. He had not skipped school, because it will look weird not to. But after he came home, Newt made him go to bed right after he washed. Running was of course not allowed. In the Safe Haven, him, Minho and Brenda would always go on a run at 6am, 3pm and 11pm. It would keep their running skills at ease. Newt had a limp, Frypan and Gally was busy doing their jobs(Cooking and building), and Aris, Sonya, Harriet, Vince and Jorge was just bored at running. They never liked it.

Issac will train the boys, and Kira will do the girls. The New Gladers, now the NG pack, told the two teens about Aris's powers. They didn't ask the background of him, because they realized that they didn't want to talk about it. But now they knew that he was a Charmspeaker, some kind of supernatural, but does not need to be trained. Jorge and Thomas was human, so they will stay in the house.

"Come on, let's go." Issac called out to Newt, who was lingering on Thomas. 

"Okay!" Newt shouted. "I'll go there right now." He turned to Thomas. He gave him a warning nod. To not go running nor training. Then he sprinted off to catch up with the group, who was heading to the basement.

Thomas stuck his tongue out at Newt. He would go on a run, even if his mama would not let him to. He would be back before the sun rise. Then Thomas would not be caught. But he had to convince Jorge and Aris to let him go. Or should he tell a lie?

But Thomas's worry was soon dismissed. Jorge was watching the Sports TV, while Aris was fallen asleep on the couch. Nice, he thought. He would just need to sneak out. 

Thomas made a jesture like he was going to bed. Jorge glanced at him and nodded him good night. When Jorge turned his gaze back to the sports TV, he quickly grabbed a black jacket and a gun. He never knows what would be waiting at the woods... If he had known, Thomas would have never went out to go on a night run. He never knew it was the start of Chaos that will destroy them, once again.

He creaked opened the door, and stepped out of the doorway. He knew it by heart where the woods were. He started to jog to that place. Newty and Minmin and the others would be back at 5 am. So I have 6 hours to run. Nice.

He started to pick up his speed. Slowly his speed increased, and things in the background blurred. He could only hear his fast heart rates, his shaggy breath, and sound of his foot touching the soft dirt. Thomas laughed out loud for the first time ever since he entered the maze. He was enjoying it. The winds whiring past his ears, sounds of twigs broken by his feet... 

Until his whole body were suddenly dangling at a tree branch, a rope tying his right ankle.

Thomas felt confused. Why was he dangling in a random tree branch? Then he heard a twig snap. He instantly tensed and listened. He squinted and... and saw a sillouethe of a man walking toward him. Hunter? Maybe it's Chris. I'm not exactly fond of him, and he is neither of me, but he will let me go anyways.

"Chris? Is that you?" Thomas inquired half threatingly and half confused. "Stiles here, so can you untie this rope?" 

The man let out a snicker, an psychotic snicker. Hehehe, he laughed. "I'm not Chris Argent." He said. His voice was deep and frightning. "Nor a hunter." 

He stopped infront of Thomas and pushed something at his temple. A cold, hard metal. A gun.

"I'm a soldier," He snickered again. "I work for a certain organization that you knows so well." 

Thomas's face paled when he realized what the man was saying. He kept his silence, afraid to speak out loud.

"I work for WICKED." He continued. "I'm an WICKED man. And I came to capture you." 

Thomas shivered. There was no way he could get out of this mess. But if he shouted, would someone hear it? Would someone, like Newt, Minho and Brenda, would hear it and come to rescue him? He decided it to give it a try.

"NEWT!!! MINHO!!! BRENDA!!!" Thomas screamed for his life. The man looked angry and anxious. He put a hand to Thomas's mouth and cut out the voice. And he gagged him with a duct tape. 

"Now, kid, my supervisor told me to bring you in one piece, but he also told me that I could kill you freely if you resist. Understood, kid?" He said in a monotone voice.

Thomas didn't answered. He was looking for some kind of escape route. And plus he observed the man. 

Blonde, short buzz cut hair, brown, cruel eyes. Black suits that fit his body perfectly. Slim, tall, and assuming from his name tag, his name was Sage Craner.

The man lowered Thomas, after he bounded him tightly with the same duct tape he used to gag him. And he gestured to follow him. He still pointed at his gun at him.

Thomas thought that he would run after three seconds. After all, his friends didn't appear to the rescue. But he deserved it, because he went out without permission.

Three. He glanced at the man, who shouted at him to go. 

Two. He looked at his escape route, where the darkness can engulf him.

One. He grimaced, because this could be the end of him.

Zero. 

He ran for his life. Run, like your life depends on it. He thought.

Because it does.

It didn't last seconds before he heard a gun sound firing. It missed, fortunately. He risked a peak to the man's way, to see what he was doing. The man was aiming his pistol directly at his heart. Thomas's heart raced. He tried to run in a zig zag pattern, but his balance wouldn't just agree. He stumbled, and the gun fired. The bullets flied, toward his pumping heart.

Thomas waited those bullets to end his miserable life.

It could be better if I died... He thought. It could be. I would see my lost friends. Sure, I have Newt and Minho and others here, but I miss them too.

He waited.

He waited.

He waited.

For his death.

Which that never camed.