This is when Thomas aka Stiles comes back home after spending 3 years in the trials. Thomas is sad and depressed because before he and the other survivors were rescued, he had to kill Newt, he didn't want to but Newt begged him.
It didn't take long...
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" Don't give up. The beginning is always the hardest "
"I was so close to klunking myself," Minho said, out of breathe as we slowed down into a jog.
I looked over at him and let out a airy laugh. "At least you didn't get hit by lightning, again," I teased him. He have me a goofy grin before he made his way into a broken down building.
"He got hit by lightning!?" The pack exclaimed, looking at Minho with wide eyes. How could someone get hit by lightening and survive!?
"Why else would we run away from the storm? And why would we be scared out of our minds by it?" I asked them. "This place is more dangerous than you think," I warned them, bringing out a flashlight to look around at our surroundings.
The place was dark and chilly, due to the storm outside. I looked around and noticed that it was the same place we hid in while running away from W.I.C.K.D. That was when Winston and Theresa were still alive. I might still be pissed about how Theresa turned out to be a traitor but she did push me out of harms way. She Sacrificed herself so that I could live.
"Stay quiet, the last time we were in this place, we were chased by a dozen of cranks and our friend Winston... died from getting scratched by one of them," I told them, my voice cracking a little. I remember the last words he spoke to me 'Take care of them, Thomas.' I blinked, looking away from the pack.
"Minho, you find anything useful?" I asked him, shining by light towards where he went.
"No, unless you count an empty water bottle as something?" He asked me with a stupid grin on his face. I picked up a ball of blanket and threw it at him, catching him off guard. "Why, you little–" Minho started but got shushed by Jorge.
"Will you two stop fooling around for five minutes?" He asked, exasperated. He was tired of them acting like six year olds. They need to know when to be serious.
"We are trying to lighten the mood, Jorge," Minho told him, rolling his brown eyes. "We can't be serious all the time," He said, picking up a broken lamp. "When the time comes, we'll be serious. Until then, we'll be doing our own thing while finding Newt," He explained and I nodded in agreement.
"Couldn't of said it better," I said, putting my arm around Minho's shoulders. "My sass queen has grown up so much," I said, wiping a fake tear away. Minho let out a chuckle, pushing me off of him. "Hey! That was rude," I told him, putting a hand to my heart. "You hurt my feelings," I huffed, walking away with a small smile on my face.
"Those boys will be the death of me," Jorge told Brenda and the pack.
Brenda nodded in agreement while Scott looked sad, knowing that Stiles is no longer his best friend. He has a new best friend. He just realized that Stiles doesn't need him anymore --he has a new family.
"It's weird how they can be so happy during all of this," Lydia said, gesturing to everything around them.
"I think I found something," I called to them, flicking a light switch on. All of a sudden, the place was lit up like a Christmas tree on Christmas morning. "I hope there is no cranks around," I muttered, looking around at our surroundings. "Be careful and stick together, we never know what is lurking in this place," I warned them, sitting down in a big fluffy couch. "This thing is so soft," I told Minho who made his way towards me and sat his ass down into the couch, right beside me.
"Ooh, it is soft," Minho told me, letting out a sigh. He must of been relaxed.
"We'll wait the storm out," I told the others, still hearing the thunder from outside.
