My True Pack.

Chapter 14: The Action Starts.

People, I have ADHD and well, I just saw The Avengers: Infinity War trailer. And well, I am listening to the soundtrack while watching the Avengers. So, I'm freaking inspired to write. Now, WARNING. From this chapter, I chosed 5 persons to die. 4 are Scott's pack and the fifth is Mark.

The one that might cause a heart attack is the fourth one. It's someone we all love and care about and NO ONE will guess who it is. Because most writters won't kill 'it'. But I'm freaking James Dashner and I'll kill who I want. Muahahahaha! So, it begins...

Thomas's Point of View.

We all packed what we could. A quarter of the trip will be by jeep. After the road ends, we shall run. Like we did back in the Maze. I looked at myself. My runner's clothes still fit. I looked all around the room and saw Derek Hale's car parked on the driveway. I gave Minho a sign to open the door. And there they were.

Scott and all of his pack, looking as if they were ready to embark in a big adventure. I sighed. Walked towards them.

"What the shuck are you guys doing here?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"We won't let you go. If we can't change your mind, at least we will help you." Scott answered.

"For the last time, this doesn't concern--."

"Yes, it does! If you have forgotten, friend. Let me remind you that Newt is my cousin. Meaning? He's my family and I deserve to know about him." He cut me off and showed me a file.

Property of W.I.C.K.ED
SUBJECT: A5.
NAME: Newt.
LAST NAME: McCall.
STATUS: Alive.
RESPONSABLE: Thomas A2.

I sighed angrily while I searched Mark. But the son of a bitch left to fill Roscoe up. I looked at Scott and gave a forced smile. "Doesn't change anything."

"What means 'responsable?' " Liam Dunbar asked.

"Something that is not of your business." I answered dryly.

"Stiles, I demand to go see my cousin. I don't care if he's gay or that he has a crush on you. I just want to see him." Scott looked at me with his Alpha eyes.

"And you kept us the secret of him being a werewolf too." Isaac Lahey said.

By then, I was raging. "MARK!"

And a limping man, with a eye patch, dressing leather came and gave me a innocent smile. "You were never going to tell them, I did my job. It's their turn now."

I crumbled the paper and threw it to the fence. "You could has told me!"

He shrugged. "We don't have time. W.I.C.K.E.D is getting stronger by the second. We need those persons to help us. I don't care if you have unfinish business with all them. The more, the merrier."

I looked at Scott and his pack, then at Minho, Jorge and Brenda.

"We'll follow you anywhere. You know that." Minho reassured me.

"You saved our ass twice. I'll follow you like if it was my last day on earth." Jorge smiled while cleaning his gun.

"Lead the way, Thomas." Brenda smiled.

I looked at Scott's pack and gave a big sigh. "Fine, you can come. Like Mark said, the more, the merrier. Now, grab a backpack and pack all the water you can fill your bottles with. Food after. Water first."