3rd Person POV
It was painful for Scott to see his best friend so uncomfortable around him, and he admits that it's going to take some getting used to seeing Stiles with another male. Not that Scott was against it because he totally supported him, but Stiles was kind of really obsessed with Lydia before he dropped off the face of the Earth. Okay, maybe really obsessed, but who's keeping track?
It stung him, being on this end of the three boys' glares of distrust. Scott knew that he had to understand, but that was easier said than done. All he wanted to do was have Stiles back, the one he knew and loved as a bother. However, he knew that he couldn't, so he forced his hands to his sides and sat stiffly in one of the chairs.
"Um, shank? We don't know you, so if you could maybe get out, it would be shuckin' great," Minho sassed, nodding his head pointedly towards the door that had been shut behind Nurse McCall. Melissa raised her eyebrows at the Asian, but Scott looked utterly confused.
His eyebrows furrowed, and his head cocked to the side, much like a lost puppy. "What's a shank?" Scott couldn't help but be interested in the new vocabulary, but he couldn't help but be defensive until he knows what it means. He was called that after all.
"What's it to you?" Thomas sneered, and Scott's wince almost made him feel bad. But on his better judgement, he held his end of the glare that practically shot daggers at the new boy. Newt beside him did nothing to stop him from being hostile toward the newcomer, but he glanced slightly apologetically from his spot beside Thomas.
Scott hesitated for a moment. What was he supposed to say? Obviously, although he wanted to, he couldn't give the truth. Luckily, Melissa picked up on his distress and jumped in to his aid. "Scott goes to your school that you're starting next week. We figured it would be helpful to introduce you to someone so that you can see a familiar face at school on Monday." Melissa slowly approached the beds before checking up on the machines on the bedsides.
The notion was meant to calm the group, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Minho scoffs, crossing his arms tightly over his buff chest. "So this is a pity party since you couldn't find out parents, right? This kid," he motions almost disgustedly at Scott, resulting in a slightly offended reaction from the latter, before continuing, "is going to be that slinthead that everyone loves, and he's like your perfect role model right?"
Melissa's and Scott's faces fall slack before they rush to disagree. Newt, who had been mostly quiet, unleashed his thoughts on the distressed pair. "Because you're assuming that we're a bunch of bloody delinquents, right? So we need someone to look up to and follow their example, right?"
Thomas' dark eyes fly across the room, flickering from the shocked faces of the unknown pair facing them and his friends, who are finally allowing the situation to dawn on them. "Look, we really appreciate what you're trying to do for us, but I think we're going to pass on all of this. So if you could just allow for us to leave here, you won't have to worry about us anymore, and we won't bother you, got it?" He seemed to have a mocking manner in his overly-polite tone, and Scott definitely picked up on it. He also picked up on the overall shakiness his former best friend seemed to speak in, and it pained him to feel so useless.
Then, there were shouts from the hallway right outside of the room. A female seemed to have been opposing a large group, and she was shrieking over the loud voices. "Thomas! I need to speak to the Final Candidate!"
Thomas immediately locked gazes with the two before springing into action. Thomas, with the help of Newt, ripped down a curtain rod and snapped it on his knee, brandishing the sharp side in front of him. Minho kicked the leg out of a bench, grimacing at the splintering of wood before taking the two shards in his hands.
Scott and Melissa's shouts of disapproval were heard, and Scott blocked the door. "Let us speak to her," Thomas growled through gritted teeth, and Scott had to use every ounce of his willpower to not shift and terrify his best friend.
"Thomas, please! Explain to them, that I never meant to harm you! It was all for the cure!" Minho ripped the door open after skillfully darting past Melissa, who let out a small shriek of surprise. The door swung and thudded against the wall with a resounding bang, revealing a pale blond woman with sharp, feline-like features.
Agent McCall was restraining the woman, and Scott heard Newt mutter, "Ava Paige," under his breath, as if he was uttering a curse.
Thomas stood tall as his dark, empty eyes bore into her crystalline orbs. "Tell them how to get rid of the Swipe, Paige. The Trials are over, and there was never a Flare to begin with." He spoke with such venom that Scott never knew that such a skinny, harmless boy was capable of.
Ava stared right back at him, the boy she had actually grown to love in the midst of all of the struggle, and smiled. "You know, you never used to question me, Thomas. You used to believe that WICKED had it all figured out. What happened?" Her voice crackled, as if she were in pain.
Thomas stared at her, resentment present in his sharp and angular features. He shifted his positioning to stand between his loved ones and the psychotic woman. Agent McCall and his men had paused and silently watched the exchange between the two curiously. They hadn't been able to get Ms. Paige to utter a single word since they had finally obtain her. "Ms. Paige, I have an entire family out there that I have no remembrance of at all. I have friends somewhere that mourned over my supposed passing. I had a life before WICKED, and you took that away from me. I just want to go back," Thomas declared, his gaze into the woman's soul unwavering, unlike his voice, which seemed to shake incessantly. Newt stepped forward slightly to take a fistful of the bottom of his t shirt in a manner to say I'm here.
For the first time since they could remember, Thomas, Newt, and Minho experienced a sudden overflow of salt water in their eyes that blurred their vision and caused sudden wetness on their cheeks. Of course, the contents of the boy's speech had been a constant turmoil in their brains, but no one had dared to voice those dark thoughts ever before. Announcing those feelings just made it that much more real, and every feeling came crashing down on them at once. They had no one but each other.
No friends.
No family.
No home.
Nowhere to go.
It hadn't just crashed down on the three broken teenage boys that stood in defensive stances with their makeshift weapons, but it also dawned on Ava Paige. The woman hadn't realized how it would break these subjects down to feel the nothingness that they do now. At this moment, Ms. Paige bowed her head in shame, suddenly unable to look at these boys in their faces. The hollowed faces of boys that had been starved and torn skin from the vicious Grievers that had yet to heal.
"Allow for me to call my associate, Brenda. She can bring the proper equipment as well as explain the specificities of the operation. For it to be done correctly, you're going to have to trust that we know what we're doing. If it's done wrong, the subjects are terminated."
Author's Note: I'm actually a terrible person. This is so late! So my apologies, and I hope to have the next one up on Friday as usual. Until then :)
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