Forgotten Memories [A TW/TMR Fanfiction]

18. The New Killer

THOMAS/STILES POV

"LYDIA!!!"

The strawberry blonde collapses on the ground, her white shirt turning bright red with blossoming blood. The bullet hit her in the abdomen, going straight through. I think I screamed, but I don't know if any sound came out. All I know is I'm still frozen in place, not being able to drop the gun nor run to her side.

Scott was the one who yelled her name, and now he is at her side, applying pressure to the wound. Lydia coughs, but is still wide awake, breathing light but still breathing. I watch in horror, so afraid of what I've done, what Janson made me do.

SCOTT POV

I hold my hands against the bullet wound, trying to keep Lydia conscious. She doesn't speak, just stares at me like she knows something. She had whispered to me that someone was going to get hurt in this room, but I hadn't realized that it might have been her.

I glance at Stiles, but I stop when I see his face. He looks heartbroken. Tears stream down his face, his arm still outstretched with the gun. I've never seen him look so hurt. I guess that even without his memories, he still feels something for Lydia.

"Scott," Lydia whispers. I look back at her. "It's not...it's not his fault, okay? It's not his fault. I'll be f-fine--" She lets out a cough. "The bullet went straight through. I'll be fine."

I take her hand, and before she can protest, I take away some of the pain. There isn't as much as I thought, but she's still in pain. At least I can make it bearable.

THOMAS/STILES POV

"Well, if you don't mind, I think I'll take Thomas back to his room," Janson says. He looks to me, and my arm drops. It hands him the gun, and I start to follow him out of the room. I try to resist as much as I can, but it's no use. Only, I feel my mouth loosen. I think I can talk.

"Scott!" I yell, looking back at him. I meet his eyes, and he seems to understand. He looks to Brenda, tells her to watch Lydia, and then looks to Liam and Hayden. I see them both nod, and all three of them transform into their werewolf state.

All at once, they charge Janson, knocking him off his feet. I stop, frozen again. I watch as Scott gets on top of Janson, not using claws but punching and kicking. Janson tries to block, but Scott is too fast for him. Liam and Hayden take on the new guards that have appeared in the hallway, working together.

Scott lands another punch to Janson's face, and I feel my whole body loosen. I fall to my knees, taking in small breaths. The Alpha whips around, startled to see me actually moving. Before he can turn back, Janson's thrown him off and knocked him out cold with a punch to the jaw.

Janson turns to me, smirking, a big bruise blooming on his cheek. I scoot back on my hands, trying to get away from him. I'm not under his control, meaning he wants to do something different. I'm not so sure I want to know what it is. He moves toward me so fast I can't get far enough away.

Janson grabs my shirt, and starts to pull me towards one of the four doors.

"Thomas!" Minho yells. I glance at him to see everyone helping Lydia.

"Stiles!" The Sheriff yells. He goes to step forward, but I hear Janson's gun slide out of its holster once again.

"Come one step closer," Rat Man says, holding the gun to my head. "And he dies."

The Sheriff stops, but I see fear and sadness in his eyes. I shake my head slightly, willing him to just let Janson do what he pleases. I don't want anyone else to get hurt.