"You're seriously going to chain us up? This is getting ridiculous," Thomas sneered at Aiden, who for his better judgement, remained quiet as he tightly raveled the chains around the boy's wrists, midsection, and ankles, being sure to secure the chains to proper indentations in the wall.
Newt slowly rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, annoyed with his antics and nonstop chatter. "Tommy, shut up. Please," he whispered, trying his best to be as calm as possible. Ethan gave him an apologetic look as he gently yet effectively chained him to the wall, taking an amused glance at the brunette that is muttering multiple threats at his twin.
Thomas turned to look at him with a glare, flailing his limbs dramatically to show that he couldn't move. "And you're okay with this, Newt? We've been kidnapped, twice may I add, and now this creepy blind guy wants us for whatever reason. But all I know is that I have claw marks on the back of my neck, and I don't know how his nails suddenly became that long or why he wants us or why he dug around in my head or how that was even possible in the first place. And on top of everything else, we just got out of WICKED not too long ago, but it feels like WICKED never left!" The boy took a gasp of air after his rant and fruitlessly tugged on the heavy metal restraints above his head.
At that moment, Thomas looked hopeless, and it pained Newt in the greatest way possible. It tugged at Newt's heartstrings as the blond stared into the dark orbs of his boyfriend. His upturned nose scrunched in frustration, and his cheeks flushed from lack of oxygen during his rant. His hands that are held above his head are shaking incessantly, and in that angle, that scrape made from the knife on his neck was in clear view, finally healing enough to stop that grotesque bleeding.
"Tommy, after you were... kidnapped the first time, Scott and the others told us about some things that are going on here. And they proved it, so just hear me out, okay?" Newt's own dark eyes met the boy's across from him, and Thomas gave him a small reluctant nod. "Okay, so they're supernatural. Like banshees, werewolves, chimeras, the whole lot. Deucalion wants to turn us into vampires and be immortal parts of his pack," Newt rushed out, keeping wary eyes on Thomas, who was staring at him in disbelief.
He stared for a solid minute or so, before cracking a small smile. "Newtie, you're lucky I love you enough to know that you wouldn't lie to me. But uh, why does he want us? Cause that really big scary guy- what was his name, again? -Derek! He's pretty intimidating, and I would want that in my group rather than two malnourished teenagers, but that's just me." He shrugs indifferently, but Newt can see the wheels turning behind his dull eyes.
"Tommy, what are you thinking about?"
Thomas cocks his head to the side before his eyes widen a bit in shock. "Newt, that guy took away part of the Swipe. I remember things from when I was in WICKED before the Maze! I need to see Teresa." He continues muttering to himself, his nimble fingers tapping the cool metal of the chains.
Newt stared at him for a moment, a pit settling into his stomach. "Do you remember anything from before WICKED?" Newt didn't want to be the one to tell him about his father, even if he knew that he had to hear it. Or maybe he already knew it from that crazy darach lady, but I wouldn't be too sure on that one.
The brunette broke out of the slight daze he was in, relishing the feeling of those memories, and thought for a moment. He shook his head slowly, turning to look at Newt. "All I can think of is what that woman told us, and I'm not even sure I can trust what she said," he replied, kind of disappointed.
Newt and Thomas shared a silent eye contact, searching each other for nothing in particular. It was comforting, that at least they had each other.
"Hello boys, I would like for you to meet Lawrence, the strongest vampire I know. He's going to turn you after he asks you a few questions." The blind man comes back into the room with a tall, pale man by his side.
The two teens keep steady eye contact. Through the silent communication, they seemed to be chanting the one true comfort they had at the moment. We have each other.
And not for the first time since they've been brought to this old rickety factory, Thomas found himself wishing that his boyfriend's hand was being held tightly in his own.
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The number of traffic laws broken on the way to Arizona was scary to look at, but what was even scarier was when Scott asked to speak to the leader of the Sangre Clan.
Over the phone, Liam was stuttering when speaking to Isaac, with Derek's shouts heard over time. "They said that Lawrence was away on business in California. Where would they have gone?"
Minho stared curiously at the group of panicked teenagers, more annoyed than anything. "Haven't you guys faced them before? Where were their HQ's?" He knew that his friends were in trouble, but panicking was going to get them nowhere. He's faces Grievers, and he's pretty sure that they've faced worse than this before.
From beside him, Allison hummed in thought. "One was at the old bank, and-"
"But the bank was knocked down last year after it was destroyed because of them," Scot provided sheepishly.
Allison nodded, slightly annoyed at being interrupted, but she continued speaking. "And then there was an old factory outside of Beacon Hills, but they wouldn't go back to their previous places, right? It would be too predictable." Minho can only assume that they've never been this wrong before. The boy bites back a scoff. He was wrong for three years in a row. One mistake isn't going to kill anyone.
Well, let's hope not.
"Would it?" Erica asked over the phone. "Half of us are in Arizona, and the other half are in Oregon. We're out of California right now, and they could be right near our home town with Lawrence coming to them," she offered, and Minho threw his hands up in an I told you so kind of way. Deucalion had seen them coming a mile away, and all the pack could do is floor it in hope of saving the mortal lives of their best friends.
Scott jerked the wheel, making an illegal U-turn, and causing the three in the back seat to knock heads. "Guys, my mom just text. Someone reported a noise complaint from the old factory." His foot got even closer to the floor, and Liam gripped the oh shit handle on the roof of the Jeep. The sound of squealing tires from Jackson's car following Scott's sudden move.
The young teen prattled off instructions for Derek and Peter to turn around and meet them at the factory. He seemed unable to keep still, tapping on the back of the phone with his index finger while still gripping the bar with his other hand.
"Did they specify what the noise was?" Kira asked, staring intensely at Scott who had his eyes wide, staring directly on the road. She winced at the blaring horns of unsuspecting traffic, and Allison placed a calming hand on hers.
Scott took a deep breath before nodding. "Screams."
Author's Note: So I decided we needed another chapter or two to kind of explain things better before things get a little crazy, so here it is. Until next time... :)
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Never Stop Running
Fanfiction{COMPLETED} [Teen Wolf and The Maze Runner Crossover] Never. Stop. Running. Funny, that was some of the best advice that was given to him in the Glade, and it was definitely helping him out now. Thomas didn't know who these people were, and they can...
