My True Pack.

Chapter 7

Scott McCall's Point of View.

I ran out of the class like there was no tomorrow. I didn't know what was happening to Stiles or who were 'they'. But I knew that something was wrong and I would find out what was it.

I followed Minho that didn't seem to mind my company. He was too busy putting Stiles in an old jeep where a middle-age man was sitting.

"Minho, what happened?" The man asked.

"The chip. It's still in his brain, Jorge. It never left." Minho answered running his haird with his hand.

The man named Jorge grunted. He looked at me and looked at Minho. "Who's that?"

Minho turned to see me. His hands turned into fists and I heard the 'click' of a gun. Probably Jorge's. I raised my hands in defeat, I didn't want to fight them. "I only want to know what's going on." I said.

Minho grunted. "Thomas is being controlled. Now, go back to your school." And he turned to see Stiles.

"That's not all. I want to know everything. Who are you?" I pushed my words.

Brenda looked at me. "Listen here, Scott. This is not your friend anymore. Not even close, this is our friend now. And our problem now."

"That's nice. You believe that, that boy is your friend. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside." A voice was heard.

We all looked at the same direction and saw a man, without his right eye, limping towards us with a gun in his hand.

"Who the shuck are you?" Minho asked with a slang word I didn't recognize.

"I can't say my name. But that shank will know me right away." He smiled.

Minho was taken back. Probably because the man used his slang words that I believed that he thought he only knew.

"H-how do you know our words?" He said.

The man smirked. "Minho. Subject A7, The Leader. I always had my chips on you." Then he looked at me. "Fun fact: we were trying to find you but stumbled across your friend Stiles. You were supposed to be in the maze and not him."

I was taken back. Was I the one that was supposed to lose his memory? Was Stiles just in the wrong time at the wrong moment?

"How do you know us, slinthead?" Minho asked.

"No time for questions. I will answer to your questions later. But now, we need to take him to his house or whatever. I have something to discuss with Thomas." The man pointed thd gun at the jeep.

"Why should we listen to you, hermano?" Jorge asked.

The man laughed. "Cause I'm the only one that can help him."

"How are you so sure about that?" I asked.

He pulled his right sleeve up and revealed a black burning mark, who by the looks of it. It was made long ago.

Subject A10, The Tech.

Property of W.I.C.K.E.D.

"Because I was the one that made them."

Minho, Brenda and Jorge were taken back. "You were on the Maze?" Minho asked.

The man chuckled. "Almost. I was one of the three founders of W.I.C.K.E.D and when I betrayed them to the Right Arm, they were going to put me in the Maze. A good friend helped me escape, she paid the price by dying in my arms." He frowned.