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Stiles has been missing for three years and everyone is starting to loose hope. All except Scott.
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Thomas and his friends are living a great life in the safe haven only for things to go wrong.
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When Scott finds crucial information about Stil...
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All the posters were down but Scott had kept one.
Missing Person.
He stared at it. The amount of emotions that surfaced was unreadable. His eyes glowed red, just for a second only to disappear again as a tear rolled down his check.
The loss of a pack member is like losing a limb. You are besides yourself, it's unbearable. The pain is completely overwhelming and agonizing.
"I failed you." He sighed before folding the paper neatly in half along the already creased imprinted lines. "I said I would find you. No..." He rephrased. "I swore I would find you."
Scott placed his head in his hands. He tilted his head back and took a deep breath in, then fell backwards onto his bed.
He was hit with a mix of emotions. He squeezed his eyes shut and hit his head in frustration then he calmed. He twisted so his body so he could lay on his stomach. He gazed through his window and clutched his pillow like a teenage girl.
"It's been 3 years. Please come back to us. Please just come back to us, Stiles."
He refused to think more on the topic. It already brought him enough pain so he just layed back and closed his eyes falling asleep almost instantly.
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Thomas came up behind Minho with a slight stiffness to his stride. So subtle that no one should've notice but Minho did.
"Yo, shuck face! You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Thomas replied truthfully because he did feel fine. He himself barely noticed the pain.
"You did go through an awful lot of Klunk over the past few days." Minho pointed out.
"We all have." Thomas replied modestly. "Not all of us got shot."
Thomas sighed before trying to change the subject. "I can't stop thinking about him."
"Me neither...but, hey! Life has never been better. Look where we are!" Minho said optimistically trying to lighten the mood.
Thomas tilted his head down with no reply. Signaling that he was done talking.
Everyone seemed to be happy but Thomas just couldn't see the point. He still had so many questions. If this place was so safe then why isn't it run by WICKED? Are they just gonna come through the flat trans and take over? Or have they already?
Thomas shook his head trying to get WICKED out of his thoughts and shuffled next Minho so he could reach some of the food Frypan had whipped up.
"Smells like the glade." Chuckled Fry as he handed Thomas his meal. "Man I miss that place."
Thomas forced a smile.
"I don't." Replied Minho. "Less running here, don't get me wrong, I love to run but I can actually relax for once."
Relax. That word still felt unnatural to Thomas. It doesn't seem right. Why should they be relaxing?
He sighed and picked up his plate so he could follow Minho. These days they liked to have their dinner by the rocks, so they can watch the sunsets. There were no sunsets in the glade. They would also talk to Newt, although he could never respond. It made them feel secure, whole.
Tonight's sunset was particularly beautiful. The colours just melted into one another. It looked surreal. It was also a perfect evening. Not too hot not too cold. There was not even a breath of wind, everything was still.
That's when they heard it. The sound of screams filled the air followed by the sound of people scrambling and running and then first gunshot.
