Forgotten Memories [A TW/TMR Fanfiction]

15. Tracker

SCOTT POV

"Stiles!!" I yell, not caring about what he wants to be called. This is my best friend, and he's being carried away.

I watch as 3 men carry him into a white van. He had called my name, and I woke to see him struggling against them. They're the ones who made us crash the car. WICKED is trying to take Stiles back.

"Stiles!" I yell again, now trying to get out of the jeep. Before I can even try to get the door open, the one man that isn't dragging Stiles away takes out a needle and stabs it into his neck. I cry out. Stiles immediately goes limp, his eyes rolling back in his head. The man smirks, and they shove my best friend into the van.

I struggle to get out of the jeep. I concentrate on the handle, and it breaks, swinging wide open. I have to climb out of the car because of it being on its side. Once I'm out, I fall to my knees. Tears threaten to run down my face.

I lost him again. He's gone.

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I rush into my house. I had called everyone here for a pack meeting so I could tell them what happened. They're already gathered in the living room when I walk in.

"Scott, what's wrong?" Lydia asks. "Why did you call this meeting?"

"And say it was urgent?" Liam adds. He sits with Hayden on the couch.

"Stiles was taken again." That one statement causes everyone to break out in shouts.

"What?"

"Who took him?"

"How?"

"Let me explain!" I shout. Everyone quiets. I take a breath. "We were driving in his jeep. I can't remember what we were talking about, but something hit the car, and we went into a tree. I...I woke up to see three men carrying him to a white van. I think it was WICKED."

There's an audible gasp from Lydia. "What?" She breathes. "Wha....how?"

I shake my head. "My guess is it's the same guy who tortured Stiles; Janson. They want him back because he escaped. That's the only logical explanation."

"Then we get him back." All heads turn to Mason. He stands beside Corey, who is closer to him than a friend would be. A side note: I'm glad they're together. Corey helped Mason and was there for him after the Beast.

"I agree," Liam says. Hayden nods along with his words.

I loose a breath. "Okay, then we need a plan."

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THOMAS/STILES POV

My head is pounding when I finally come to. My eyelids feel heavy; I guess I can give credit to whatever Janson injected me with. Janson. I try to blink away the grogginess from my mind and focus on the figure standing in front of me.

"Good morning," Rat Man says, smiling like a saint. "How'd you sleep?"

I let out a low grunt. "You're such a--"

Janson tsks at me. "Oh, no, that's not nice. Do you want to stay chained up?"

I stop, but offer a scowl. All I get in return is Janson's back as he turns to a table. I take the time to look around. I'm in a white room, one very similar to the one I woke up in after my memories were taken. Same blinding lights,  same bleach-smelling air. But this time, I'm not tied down, nor lying on a table. Instead, I'm on a single bed sitting on the far wall, Janson and the door in front of me.

"What do you want with me?" I say, and I curse my voice for breaking.

Another snarky smile. "Well, you didn't exactly have permission to leave when you fled to Beacon Hills. So, we brought you back. Discipline, Thomas. Rules need to be followed."

I roll my eyes. "Right. You expect me to follow your rules?" A scowl contorts my face.

"Unless you want to be locked up instead of being able to walk around freely." He says it with a small shrug. I don't respond. "Good."

Janson turns to the door, walking over to it. He presses a button beside the metal rectangle, and a beep sounds. The door opens within five seconds, and two guards walk in, followed by a man in a white lab coat. A doctor. Great.

"Thomas, this is Dr. Johnson. You met him back in your hometown. He was one of the doctors that went around looking for participants for the Trials."

The doctor smiles, but it's more of a twitch in his lips. He walks over to me, standing at the foot of the bed, about half a meter away from my dangling feet. "Hello, Thomas. Good to see you again."

I furrow my brows, wonder why he's here. "Uh, hi...?"

Janson takes a spot on the wall to my right, leaning against it. Dr. Johnson keeps talking. "I'm just going to cut to the chase. Thomas, we're going to insert a tracker in you, so we know where you are at all times."

"What?" I'm legitimately confused. "Why?"

It's Janson that answers. "Well, you worked for WICKED when you first came to volunteer. And, you were an amazing employee. So, we want you to continue working for us, Thomas."

I stand, making the doctor take a few steps back. "No. Never. I don't want to work for you. I want to go back home, and live my life. And, I want my memories back."

Dr. Johnson and the Rat Man exchange a look. After a few seconds, the doctor steps forward, pulling out a device I don't know the name of. He walks over to me, grabbing my arm and laying it out. I yank it back, knowing what he's trying to do.

As I do so, the two guards come over and hold me down. I don't make it easy for them, thrashing and trying to get out of their grip. It's no use; the doctor injects the tracker in my arm, and I cry out from the sharp pain. I look down at my arm, and I can see a faint light through my skin.

Janson smiles from his place at the wall. "See? That wasn't so bad. Now, we will let you have some time to yourself. You can stay here, but we will be back in the morning. And trust me," he says, his voice hardening. "There is no way out of this room."

With that, everyone walks out, and I hear Rat Man tell a guard to stay at my door. The metal panel closes with a thud.

I rub my arm subconsciously, and sigh. WICKED found me again. They crashed Scott's jeep and left him stuck in the drivers seat. They told Brenda and Minho that I was dead. All I can think is why? Why go to that much trouble? I don't know the answer, but I do know one thing.

Someone's gonna find me. They'll come for me.

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Thank you for reading!

If you've seen the Season 6 TW trailer, you should know who said that last line. *smirky face*

I'm sorry it's been taking so long for updates; I knew where I wanted to go with this part, but I couldn't write it down. #Struggles

Stay tuned for the next chapter!

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