My True Pack.

Chapter 26

Third Person's Point of View.

Thomas was ready. He looked as if he had gone through Hell and he did but he looked quite fancy. Well, he looked as if he had killed someone.

He had a suit, a blue suit that probably was from a dead man but Vince said it was his, when the Flares didn't come yet. But Thomas doubted about Vince being fancy before the Flares, the mas seemed as if he was a hunter his whole life. Or at least a militar person, like Alec.

And the suit was blue. I mean, where the heck did Vince had a blue suit?! For what did he even used the suit? To stalk his ex when she went to a freaking blue suit party?! But that wasn't what bothered him. What bothered him was the suit itself.

"I hate this." He said out loud when he looked at himself on a broken mirror of the old building.

"You forgot the sunglasses." Minho said amused and gave Thomas the sunglasses.

"Thank you for making my life more miserable, Min Min. Thank you a lot." He took the sunglasses. And put them on.

He then turned to face Minho. "How do I look?"

Minho gave him a smile. "You look like a-not-so-ugly shank."

Thomas smiled. "I'll take what I can."

Minho turned and they both started walking, Thomas in one side and Minho in another.

"You do look nice, not like me of course but good." Minho said.

Thomas gave a laugh. "This is why I gave up this look. Being a founder and having to be fancy was the reason I left the suits business." Then he frowned but quickly recovered.

Minho catched it. He catched Thomas's frown and stopped. He looked at Thomas sighed. "Tell me the truth, shank, why do you hate suits?"

Thomas sighed as well. "No reason."

"You shank, I don't need to be a dog to know you're lying."

Thomas faced Minho. "Back when I killed for WICKED, I used many suits." He paused and let out a groan of frustration. "For God's sake, I hate this. It reminds me of the time I used to be one of them."

"Thomas, you're not one of them. Not anymore."

Thomas looked at Minho. "Not anymore. That's the secret word. Because, you see, I was once. I was their founder, I made all of this mess."

Minho continued his walk to the others. Thomas followed. Minho sighed and shook his head. "Thomas, you'll never be able to move forward if you keep going backwards."

Thomas sighed. "This is just a bad memory. Nothing else, what happened is done, there's nothing I can do to amend it." He looked at the suit. "Let's just get over this."

They finally reached the main entrance, where hundred of people were reunited. Some where part of Vince's crew but most were the city folks that wanted to give WICKED a good kick on the ass. Thomas couldn't believe what he saw, people that he didn't know were going to risk their lives.

"You look good." Scott tried to compliment the young Thomas who just let it be.

"Oh, shut up."

Vince then approached. "Told you that many hate WICKED."

Thomas gave him a nod of thanks and faced the crowd. Took his sunglasses off and cleared his throat. And all the people shut up. Thomas felt awkward but pushed the feeling down his throat and began speaking.

"Hello, um, many of you don't know me. My name is Thomas, some call me Stiles." He looked at Scott. Who gave him a reassured smile and Thomas continued. "I want to thank you all for coming today. Because today, we're going to kick WICKED's ass. I'm going to destroy my own company."

People started murmuring and Thomas felt the tension raising. He took a big breath and continued.

"You heard right. I was one of the three persons that founded WICKED."

"What happened to the other two?!" A voice shouted.

He looked down and saw the mental hand that Vince got him. It was very much alike the one Luke Skywalker used in The Last Jedi. Anyways, he sighed. "They're dead. Janson killed them. And they want to kill me too."

"And why shouldn't we let him kill you?!"

Thomas looked at the crowd. "Because if you do, WICKED will be unstoppable. They will have access to what I tried so hard to hide. I'm the only one that's between WICKED's end and beginning. And if I die, is game over."

The crowd went quite once more.

Thomas walked around them. "You all lost someone, right? To the Flare, to WICKED?" He paused and pointed at himself. "I did too. I lost Tina, Mary, Mark, Chuck, Aris, Alby, Winston, Ben, Zart, Jeff, Teresa." Another pause was made. "My mom, Aiden, Isaac, Jackson and Allison."

"I lost many more. I lost myself. I lost my memory!" He shouted the last words. And kept pointing at himself. "I lost my eye, I lost my hand. I lost a lot. And I'm still here. WICKED tried to kill me and failed. Because we can't be so easy to beat. We survived the Flares, the virus, the Scorch. We survived Hell itself!"

"I made this. I made something out of anger, hate, sadness and grief. And it gave me the same results. It's my fault." He looked down and stopped walking. Then, he looked up. "I'm not trying to be the hero, because I'm not one. Never will be. But I want to avenge the deaths of the ones I lost. And I think you want to."

"WICKED took something from us and will never stop. They won't stop." Thomas walked once more. "And to be fucking honest with you, I'm tired of running. I'm tired of running. I want them to run. To feel what's to live in fear. They will run, they will run and they will live in fear!" He shouted. "They will run like their lives depend on it because it fucking does."

"I'm not going to lie, some of us are going to die. Some of us will not be here by the dawn. But you know what? At least they fought. Because I'm going to fight." He grabbed Rick's note and held it. "Life gave me a second chance and I decided what to do with it."

"I'm going to end WICKED." He faced the crowd. "Don't do it because of me, do it for those you lost. For those we lost. Those who fought for us. Those who died for us. Those before us!"

"For those we lost!" A man's voice yelled.

And the crowd hyped up. Screaming 'For those we lost.' Even Scott screamed, because he was going to fight for Isaac. And even Jackson.

Thomas calmed the crowd down and gave them a smirk.

"Some of us are human, some of us have to get our hands a little dirty and some of us are scared. And that's good because if you ain't scared, you ain't human." And he put his sunglasses back on and walked towards the WICKED compound.

I got this part by POTC: At World's End when Elizabeth faced the crew of The Black Pearl when they were going to fight the whole british armada.
And I love my little crossover reference at the end. Some of Teen Wolf and the other of The Maze Runner. Hope you liked it.