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 be afraid. Be brave."
"Wakey, wakey."
Something hard hit my face. My eyes snapped open and I came face to face with Ratman.
Everything hit me like a brick. Not that much longer after watching my mother die, Rat-man and his goonies showed up and knocked us all out.
"Seriously!?" I looked to my right to see the others slumped against the wall, held back by chains. "Minho!" I yelled, rattling against the chains as I tried to break free.
"They can't hear you. They are under heavy sedation." Ratman smirked before punching me in the face. "Goodbye, Thomas." He started walking out of the room, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth.
"I know what you did!" I yelled, my voice going in a higher octave. "You killed my mother, you son of a bitch. Fine. Hurt me. Beat me. Kill me. But hurting them, my family, you screwed up royally. Now, there is nothing you can do to stop me!" I screamed. Ratman had stopped at the door, his back facing me. "You messed with the wrong people, jackass." I chuckled darkly. "It's your time to pay!"
"Night night Thomas." He closed the door and then flipped a switch. I could slowly feel the air leaving the room. "No air. No Thomas," Ratman's voice came through an intercom. "And no friends."
"No!" I screamed and yelled, angry tears falling down my eyes. "Calm down, Thomas, you gotta save oxygen," I whispered to myself before taking deep breathes. I could feel my heart slowly go back to normal.
"Guys," I said, my voice raw from all of the screaming. "Guys," I called again. "Wake up." I pulled against the chains. "Wake up!" I yelled, tears coming to my eyes. I noticed a small movement in Minho. "Minho!" I gasped out. "Please, please wake up. You can't leave me. I can't lose you too. Please, please. Minho. I love you. You're my brother. You can't leave me alone like this. You just can't."
"Awe, I love you, too." Minho gasped out, his eyes shooting open.
"What's going on?" Another voice gasped out. "Why can I barely breathe?" I looked over and saw Malia's electric blue eyes shining through the dim room. "What's going on!?" She pulled against the chains, her chest rising and falling in a rapid movement.
"Stop! Calm down, Malia," I ordered her, but she didn't listen, she just kept pulling at the chains.
"Malia!" Scott roared, his face drenched in sweat. Malia instantly stopped her movements, her coyote eyes were now on him. They stared at each other for a bit, Scott's eyes going soft.
"Okay, will you two stop eye-raping each other and help us with a plan to get out of here before we run out of oxygen and die," Minho coughed out, his face dripping in sweat.
"What!?" Lydia screeched, her red hair sticking to her face. Her makeup was running down her face thanks to the heat.
"We. Are. Dying. If. We. Don't. Get. Out. Of. Here," Minho spoke slowly, getting his point across. "Is that clear enough for you, Mrs. Little Sunshine?"
"I have you know–" Lydia started.
"Lydia, shut up," I hissed. "Does anyone have anything to get out of here with?" I looked around the room at everyone.
"No." They all shook their heads.
"Sonya?" I asked, looking at her with wide eyes. "Do you have some techniques to get out of here with?" I asked, desperation seeping through my words.
"No." She shook her head, a sad smile on her face. I slumped against the wall, my hands going to my hair. It was matted to my face so I pushed it out of my face. "Wait!" She yelled and then looked at Minho and I. "I'm-I'm not technically human. I, um, I am half angel."
"What? Do something then! Do you have some powerful angel magic or something?" I asked, hope and curiosity seeping through my words.
"No." I looked down in sadness. "But I have this." She showed us a wand looking thing.
"Did you get that from Harry Potter or something?" Lydia asked, disgust in her voice.
"No." She then drew something on the chain and it clicked open. She jumped up and smirked at me. "Now was that cool or was that cool?" She giggled.
"That was awesome!" I exclaimed, a huge smile coming to my face. "Now get these chains off." I threw up my hands.
"Oh, yeah." She jumped into action, freeing us from the chains. She tucked the wand thing in her boot and faced me.
"Now, let's hope we can survive when we get out of this room," I commented and then we busted down the door. "Action."
Six guards stood down the hall, weapons trained on us. We all ducked, going behind the wall that was to the right of us.
"The old band is back again," Winston commented into my ear. I turned my head and smirked.
"But much better." I turned back around and peeped around the corner. The guards started firing. I chuckled as they missed me. "Oh, yeah, this is so much better."
