My True Pack.

Chapter 1

Thomas's Point Of View.

I looked at the window while Agent McCall drove in silent in the rain at night. I knew who he was. He was Scott McCall's dad, someone I despised and hated with all my heart once a long time ago. Back when I was Stiles Stilinski. But now, now it was a bad memory, put away with all the bad memories I lived.

I looked at the man and sighed. "Agent McCall?"

He hummed an answer and I continued. "You said that if I had any favor to ask you, I would say it."

He nodded. "Yes, what do you need, Stiles?"

I sighed. I knew that his son meant a lot for Stiles and that they were practically brothers but I was no longer that boy. And I knew that it would hurt his son but I got all my courage and sighed again.

"I want to change of name."

And I thank God that the light went red because Agent McCall looked at me surprised but regained his posture. "Um, what would you want to be called?"

I looked at him in the eyes. "Thomas."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Thomas Stilinski?"

I shook my head. "No, just Thomas."

He sighed and the light went green. "I'll see what I can do, Thomas but I hope you know that Scott won't be too happy."

"I know. But I'm no longer Stiles. I am Thomas and I don't care, no offence, about what your son thinks about my name. I have defeated W.I.C.K.E.D, I survived the Scorch Trials and destroyed the Last City to come to this safe city. And your son wasn't with me in those four years. Minho, Aris, Sonya, Jorge, Brenda, Harriet, Gally and Newt were with me. And I lost some persons that meant the world to me. Your son wasn't one of them."

He sighed. "I know that Tere--."

"Newt. Named after Isaac Newton died. And you know who killed him? Me. I shot him in the head. He begged me to shoot him, he was screaming for me to shoot him. He was with me in the Maze and he survived the Scorch Trials and he died because of me. I have all the rights to want to be called Thomas. He used to call me Tommy and I want to keep that nickname, slinthead." I used the slang I learnt in the Glade.

His eyes were on the road but I could see he was thinking. He sighed. "I will respect your wishes, Thomas. I'll make a call in the morning but I can't say this to Scott. I'm sorry."

"You leave me Scott to me. Just change my name." I replied.

"If I may ask, how many died in the Maze, Scorch Trials and W.I.C.K.E.D's last city?"

I looked down. "I can't say. But I can tell you that of my group, we were about forty kids and the only ones that survived everything were Minho, Me, Frypan and Gally. I can't say for Aris or Jorge or even Brenda."

"Were some your friends apart Newton and Teresa?"

I gave a shaky sigh. "Alby, Winston, Jeff, Ben even if he tried to kill me and...Chuck." I closed my eyes.

"Chuck. Chuck?" I asked, shaking the body that closed his eyes.

"Hey. Hey, Chuck, come on!" I started to sob, shaking Chuck's body more and more.

"Come on, wake up!" I was screaming. God, he was a kid! He was a goddamn kid!

"Damn it! We made it." I yelled and heard the sobs coming from the Gladers.

"Come on. I'm sorry!" I sobbed into the child's chest.

"God damn it! Damn it!" My sadness was becoming anger.

"Thomas." I heard a voice called me but I was too busy with Chuck. He was an innocent kid! HE WAS A KID.

"Chuck! Get up, Chuck! Come on! Chuck!" I yelled for him to stand up. He was a kid. He was a kid. He died for me! For me!

Some arms grabbed me and started to push me to the exit. "You can't just leave him there!" I yelled and saw how Chuck's body was left there.

And in my sobs, in my last attempts of waking him up, I screamed in pain, hate and anger.

"I PROMISED HIM!!"

A tear. A single tear fell on my cheeks.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry." Agent McCall said.

I wiped the tear and smiled. "We all lost someone we loved." I looked at the window again. "Some more than others." I whispered.

We finally pulled in my house's driveway. Not my dad's house, nope, I got a house. Well, not only me...

I got out of the car and saw someone opened the door. A Minho ran to me and gave me hug.

"We missed you, you ugly shank!" He greeted me and I saw Brenda and Jorge.

"Hermano, nice to see you again. And it seems like you haven't gotten into trouble." He looked at Agent McCall.

"You shank, I think you have indeed gotten into trouble but don't want to say it." Minho eyed McCall.

This one knew that he wasn't welcome and gave a nod. "I was just giving Thomas a ride. My job here is done, Mr. Thomas, Mr. Minho, you will be attending school tomorrow morning." And he drove away.

Brenda snickered. "So much for freedom, I see."

I rolled my eyes playfully and gave her a hug. She hugged me back. We pulled away and saw them. Minho, Brenda and Jorge, the persons that decided to stay with me.

"What are you looking at, Shuck-face?" Minho asked with his sassiness.

I snapped out of my thoughts and smiled with tears in my eyes. "I missed you, guys. But I also miss Winston, Alby, Ben, Chuck and..." I trailed off.

Minho's eyes softened. He looked at me and gave me a reassuring smile. "I don't know what was going on in Newt's mind all the time in the Maze and the Scorch but I can tell you that his mind in Denver was and will always be with you."

Brenda smiled at me too. "Newt had guts. Something not a lot of people have, not even before the Scorch or Flare. He died knowing that you would be able to move on."

Jorge just nodded. "I didn't know him for a long time but let me tell you this hermano, he was a son of a gun."

I wiped me tears away and gave a shaky laugh. "He was indeed. Anways, let's eat. Even if it's eleven in the night. Are you guys in for movie night?"

"Shank, I can't remember when was the last time I had a movie night. Of course I will!" Minho laughed.

"Sure, it would be nice." Brenda said.

"Only if I choose the movie, Thom-ass." Jorge used my new nickname.

And we went inside, but I saw something carved in one of the house's walls. It made me smile as we went to watch a movie.

Newt.

You'll be missed, you shank.

-Minho

Farewell, Hermano.

-Jorge.

Thanks for saving my life.

-Brenda.

And when nobody was looking, I went to the wall and wrote something. And went back with tears on my eyes.

I'm sorry, Newt, I'm sorry.

-Thomas.