The New Life Meets The Old

Prologue

Pain. That was all Thomas was feeling at the moment, and it's not the cause of the bullet from Ratman. It was because they fought so hard to defeat WICKED, but lost so many innocent kids. What hurt him the worst was having to almost kill the man he loved, his best friend in the world, his soulmate. He kept trying to tell himself that it wasn't his fault, but it was. Chuck, Albany, Ben, and so many more died fighting for his purpose to kill WICKED.

Thomas was in and out of consciousness in Minho's and Newt's arms while Brenda, Jordge, and the other immunes were running behind them. Newt's eyes were glassy with tears that are on the edge of falling, he doesn't know what he would do if he lost his best friend that is now his lover.

"Come on you Tommy stay with me!" Newt yelled desperately at Thomas as tears now ran down his face.

"He'll be alright Newt, we just need to get him to a safe place!" Minho yelled over the crashes, trying to reassure him that he won't lose his soulmate.

They were running through the city that was coming down in flames from the bombs, when they ran into a bunch of agents that had bulletproof vests and guns. Jorge, Aris, Brenda, and Minho all took out their guns pointing them at the agents who they thought were WICKED agents. While Newt took a hold of Thomas with his head facing away from them and stood in front of the other immunes.

"Who are you!" Jorge demanded, one of the men stepped forward and came with his hands up in surrender.

"We're from the FBI and we're here to help you. We mean you no harm" Said the man as he looked at them, but stopped as Thomas turned his head and he saw his face. "S-Stiles?" He stuttered,

Thomas and Newt looked confused and asked "What the shuck is a Stiles?" before Thomas cloppased to the ground unconscious and hearing all the immunes yell his name!