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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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Scott woke up with Stiles engraved in his mind. He immediately picked up his phone and sent a message.
Meet me at the Hale house.
After that he jumped on his bike and sped off towards the forest.
He sat patiently in the burnt down structure anticipating the arrival of his friends. It had been a while since he had called the last pack meeting. All hope was lost but Scott needed to know. He needed to more or if there was nothing to know.
That's why once the pack arrived there was no big speech. Scott just got straight to the point.
"I know it's been a while..." started Scott
"Scott, please." sighed Lydia. "You have to let it go."
"There's no hope Scott." Added Allison. "What do you mean, Allison? There's always hope." He said with a certain sparkle in his eyes.
"Not this time, Scott." Allison said while walking up to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Let. It. Go." She told him softly making sure she annunciated each word slowly.
Scott's lip started quivering. He stared at her with longing eyes before turning away to quickly rub his face so he could carry on.
"So as I was saying..." Scott persevered. "Anyone find anything?" Everyone looked away from the hopeful alpha. "Has anyone found anything about Stiles?"
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"Now what in shucking hell is that all about!" Said Minho practically slamming his plate of food down onto the rocks.
Thomas didn't answer instead he leisurely stood up to scout out the commotion only to see men in black padded uniform with launchers. Thomas could recognize those people anywhere.
WICKED
People and fellow gladers were scurrying around trying to hide and find shelter, while others retaliated. Although they were out numbered and out gunned we put up a fair fight. And that's when Thomas so it. A men stand on the opposing battlefield with his arms crossed. Thomas could only assume that there was a smirk smothered all over his face.
Thomas' face turned red and he clenched his fists. He felt the steam shooting out his ears like in cartoons. He wanted to kill him. No, he had to kill Janson.
"I'm going down there." Said Thomas through his rage.
"Yeah sure, if you want to get your shucking head blown off!" Minho said in return.
Thomas ignored he ran and jumped from rock to rock before reaching the grassy area. There was no more launchers being fired just people getting grabbed by the dark figures and hauled through the flat-trans.
"Hello, Thomas." Said that same voice he despised. "Come to see the show?"
"You —" Thomas growled, but before he could finish he heard the familiar launch of a launcher and his body fell towards the floor and started seizing uncontrollably.
"Thomas you really have to learn there is no hiding from me, from WICKED." Was all Thomas heard before he saw what was once the safe heaven disappear before him and he was consumed by darkness.
