***Three Years Later***
Thomas/Stiles' POV:
It was my fault. Theresa... Newt... it was all me.
I couldn't save Theresa from falling from the building. I couldn't save Newt from the virus. I lost the two people I loved more than anything, and it was my fault.
This thought just kept running through my mind. But then I started to get shaken awake.
I could feel myself screaming, I didn't know why. My entire body felt cold, like tiny sharp needles were piercing every single point of my skin one at a time.
I felt an arm wrap around me, I recognized it to be Minho's. I calmed down a bit and saw I was sitting up in a glass tube, filled with ice water.
"Wha-" Before I could finish speaking, I heard men talking. They all walked into the room and calmed down once they saw only kids.
One of the men took off his helmet and looked straight at me.
"Stiles?"
"What the hell is a Stiles?" I replied and the man seemed shocked
"You're alive..." The man walked closer to me and Minho stood protectively in front. "Scott told me you were dead."
"I'm sorry, I have no idea who you are."
"Probably due to W.I.C.K.E.D" He told the men to lower their weapons and my shoulders relaxed a bit. "They stole your memories before putting you in the simulation."
"Simulation?" Gally spoke up from somewhere behind me
"The Maze. It wasn't real." And with that sentence my entire world crumbled.
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It's All My Fault
FanfictionAs I opened my eyes all I could see was darkness. I tried to blink and brought my hands to my eyes to rub them. Everything was still blurry but soon I see light and blurry figures all around me. They all seemed to be distressed, there was yelling b...
