Teen Wolf X Maze Runner

Chapter 25

*Stiles POV*

Newt and I were sitting on the grass, chatting. I don't really know what we were talking about. Random stuff, I guess. I was telling him about my dad, when suddenly I was cut off but a loud screech.

It reminded me of the time where Scott was talking to me through a speaker. I remember being the only one that could hear Scott's voice. That seems like so long ago.

I listened to the noise, thinking that maybe I could hear a voice. I guess Newt was thinking the same thing because he asked me, "Do you hear anything?" I held up a finger, telling him to wait. I strained my ears to hear any type of voice, then I heard it.

"You are very important, Stiles." A woman said, "And so is Newt." I was confused by what she meant, Newt must have noticed this. "What is it?" He asked. I didn't answer, I didn't want to miss anything she said.

"You two have something special about you." She said, "We are trying to figure out what it is." What could possibly be special about someone like me?

"For example, do you not find it strange that you are the only person that can hear me talking?" Now that I think about it, it is strange.

"And Newt, he's a different story." She said. "Goodbye Stiles." She said, "You're a smart kid, you'll figure out what to do now."

With that, the sound stopped and her voice disappeared. "So, what did you hear?" Newt asked. I nearly jumped out of my skin, I had forgotten he was there.

"You can't tell anyone this." I said. "Why not?" Newt asked. "Just promise me you won't," I said. He nodded and we locked our pinkie fingers.

Then I explained everything that the woman had said to me. When I was done Newt had a similar expression to what mine was while she was talking. "What could possibly be special about me? About us." I just shrugged.

I didn't know. But like the woman said, I'm a smart kid. I'll figure something out.

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*Newt POV*

What if I told you I had a memory? A memory of a story. I don't remember who told it to me, or where I was. But I remember the story.

It was about a boy. He was normal like everyone else. Until he met another boy, one that made his life go crazy.

Would it make sense if I said the story was kind of about me? And Stiles was the other boy that made my life go crazy. I realized how much has changed since the moment he came up in the box.

Now I'm looking at him while he's unconscious. He was covered in bruises, so was I. But he had it worse. I thought back to what happened.

Stiles and I stood in front of the forest. "You ready?" Stiles asked me. I nodded, we had come up with a plan. We never told anyone about it. We both walked into the forest. We looked around for someone with a WCKD uniform. We had made a deal with WCKD that we would go only to talk to them, as long as they left our friends alone. Suddenly I spotted the man with the WCKD uniform. I tapped Stiles' shoulder and pointed at the man. We walked towards him, cautiously. When we were near him, he suddenly pulled out a gun. Without hesitation Stiles and I turn and begin to run. We just needed to get back to everyone else. WCKD knows they would be torn to shreds if they confronted the pack. As we ran I felt rocks hit my back and arms. I looked over at Stiles and saw them doing the same to him. Suddenly, a huge rock hit him in the head, causing his to fall to the floor, unconscious. Even though he left me with WCKD before. I wasn't gonna do the same. I picked him up best I could and began to run. Even though I was holding Stiles and had a limp, I made to the edge of the forest before they coulda reach me. I basically fell out of there and the moment someone saw me, they told everyone else. They all began to rush towards me. I set Stiles down and collapsed onto the ground in pain.

Now that I think about it, we are bloody idiots. How could we trust people who tried to kidnap us?

Whenever someone tries to ask me what happened. I remember my promise to Stiles. That I wouldn't tell anyone. So, I just tell them that they jumped us and dragged us into the forest. The gladers seem to believe me, but I know the pack doesn't.

I don't really care though. They won't get me to tell them. As long as I don't almost get kidnapped or killed again. I'm fine.