"Scott, your my best-friend and I need you, Okay?" I cried out "do you remember what it was like before I was a werewolf? Thomas you need to wake up" "what do you mean, I am awake?" I spoke but it came out more as a question "Thomas, can you hear me?" Scott spoke out before everything faded.
"What the shuck happened?" I groaned out "you fainted, here drink this" John spoke as he handed me a glass of water as I eyed it "it's okay, it'll help with your head" he explained "yeah, I know what it does" I snapped, instantly seeing the sadness flash through his eyes and regretting my comment.
"I remembered something" I mumbled after finishing the glass of water I had been handed "the boy, Scott? I remember him drenched in gasoline - I stepped into the puddle with him" I explained slightly confused as 'my father' looked down.
I took this chance to finally take in my surroundings; soft bedding, countless books and a desk with a laptop sat on top.
"Where am I?" I asked coldly "you're in your old room, in Beacon Hills" he spoke slowly and unsure "how long was I out?" I asked shocked "a few hours, we want you to go to the hospital to-" "I'm not going to the hospital" I snapped "I have a friend, she'll take care of you." He fired back "I've been poked and prodded my entire life, I'm not going to go and let some stranger run stupid tests on me" I replied coldly "you may not remember me, but I am still your father, you will be going to the hospital" he spoke firmly "yes sir" I mumbled "do you want something to eat? I bet you're starving" He asked warmly as I nodded my head "come on" He spoke walking out of the room with me following silently.
"What do you want?" He asked "I have a choice?" I asked shocked, not missing the look of anger flash through his eyes "I'll cook you a burger" he said after a moment of silence as he began cooking something.
"This is amazing" I spoke out after I swallowed my fourth mouthful causing John - my father to smile "after you went missing Malissa taught me how to cook" he smiled "she's the doctor you'll be seeing tomorrow, she's Scott's mum - in fact you practically saw her as your mum" he explained after seeing my confusion "what happened to my real mum?" I asked confused as he let out a sigh "she died, she had a disease called fromental dementia. Do you know what that is?" He asked with sorrow as I nodded my head "I know there's no cure" I replied.
"What did they do to you?" My father asked after studying my face for several seconds "they killed innocent children - they killed my family and it was all my fault" I spoke out without meaning to "whatever happened there; wasn't your fault. They brainwashed you Stiles" "no - I built the maze, the greivers. I killed my brother" I cried out as he pulled me in for a hug and he held me until I fell into a cold, deep sleep.
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FanfictionThomas has lived in the WCKD facility his entire life, or so he thought. So you can imagine his confusion and anger when people rescue him and Minho, telling them about their families... what will happen when Thomas returns to Beacon Hills?
