𝕬𝖓𝖙𝖎-𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖔

𝖂𝖍𝖞?

Janson grabs Thomas and scans his neck, then he sticks something on Thomas's neck. 

A sedative. 

He holds on to the watch as he feels the blood drain out of him, and his vision blurred. Thomas fell to the ground, hitting his head harshly with the floor. Thomas closes his eyes and waits for the darkness to take him. 

He feels someone moving him, he feels someone tying him to the ceiling, he feels a needle in his arm. He slips in and out of consciousness.  

He feels a slap on his face. He wakes up. 

Janson is standing in front of him, smiling like a psychopath, Thomas thinks that's an insult to crazy people. 

Thomas moves his head and sees he isn't in a white, generic room but more like a rusted basement.

For the first time he notices his feet are not touching the floor, the pain on his shoulder and the sting on his back. "You are awake." Ratman says. "No fucking shit, Sherlock." Thomas snarls. "Why am I here?" The teen asks. "You know why."

Thomas wants to ask 'why? why did Janson kill his friends, his family?' 

He knows better than to ask. 'Why?' Is a loud question, while death is silent, abrupt. 

But at least this time Death was kind to give him a goodbye. 

(A/N: sorry for the short chapter. It was a filler chapter. Please comment who do you think Thomas/ Stiles should en up with from the TW universe.)