Thomas's Point of View.
I was looking at the dark black clouds outside of the building, the night making the Scorch feel more dangerous.
"How's the hand?" A voice asked from the darkness asked.
I turned to see Scott. I smiled and looked down, were my right hand was supposed to be but wasn't anymore. "Good."
He approached me. "You saved my life, thanks."
I smiled.
"Is it true? You forgave me?" He asked.
"Yes, Scott. I forgive you. Because I don't want to make something out of hate, anger and sadness again." I looked at the stars again.
"Again?"
I sighed. "Mark, me and Ava made W.I.C.K.E.D out of anger, sadness, guilt and grief. We tried to prove ourselves to some persons that would never care again. But in that time, it seemed the best answer."
He didn't speak.
"You know, back when W.I.C.K.E.D was starting, me and Mark trusted Janson and looked at him as our father figure and..." I laughed at the memory. "Mark was afraid of everything. Almost childish."
"Really?" Scott's voice had curiousity in it.
"Yeah and his biggest fear was death. Gosh, he would freak out with the thought of death. Because he killed his parents, it was his trigger." I sighed. "There were nights I went to his room and promised him that he would die of old age. Another promise I broke."
"Mark, Mark Winston afraid of death?"
I chuckled darkly. "Yeah, insane. But he feared death back in those times. And when he came back, I didn't see the light brown, huge glasses, nerd that I had as a friend, I saw a broken, white hair, man. That didn't care about death. And I realised it was my fault."
"Stiles, it wasn't you fault--."
"Yes it was. Scott, I promised him that he would die of old age, he was twenty-two! He was still young and now he's in a morgue, probably being experimented on and it's all my fault! I wanted to show you that I was a hero too. And I became an assassin, I shot Mark, I-I lost myself." I sighed.
"You saved Newt's life."
"I shot Newt."
"You changed. And it's for the worst. Minho told me about your hope but it's seems like he lied." Scott touched my shoulder. "What would Mark say about this?"
It's not how your story began. It's how you end it, never forget that, Stiles. Never.
I looked down. "It's not how your story began. It's how you end it." I smiled. "He told me that the day I stopped being an assassin."
"How did you stop?"
"Well, I thought I was far gone. Couldn't be saved. But one day, I had to kill a family. And it didn't bother me so much and I did it. I killed the parents in front of their twelve-years-old boy." I shivered. "The horror on his face was unexplainable. He cried when he saw me and he even raised his hands on defeat. And he was 12."
I take the dummy that Chuck gave me and played with it. "He was inmune and I took him to the headquarters. But the horror on his face never left my mind. And I finally realised I went too far. I quit the same day, I broke down crying. All the deaths coming to me at once and I saw myself as a monster. Mark found me, he looked at me with a poker face. His limp was very fresh and he wasn't talking to me. But he just whispered those words and left."
"Oh."
I played with Chuck's dummy. "The doctors made their shit and liked the kiddo. He didn't have a name and Mark was banished. I was alone. Mary was dead, Tina was dead and Mark was gone, probably dead. I lost my friends but the kid looked at me with empathy. He talked to me. He forgave me. And I gave him a friend before the Maze. And I also named him."
"Whar was his name?"
That's when I held unto Chuck's dummy more than anything. "I had to name him by some famous person. And I named him after Charles Darwin. But I called him Chuck."
I started laughing while crying. "He saved my life twice. He died saving me and I killed his parents. And you know what hurts the most?"
"What?"
"I promised him that I would get him to his mom! Me!! The man that killed his family, promised him to return him to his mother! It's all my fault!"
"No, it's not."
"I killed Jackson, Isaac, Allison, Aiden, Chuck, Alby, Winston, Ben, Zart, Teresa, Aris and many more innocent people, Scott."
He sniffed the air. "You smoke?"
I chuckled. "Smoked. In past tense. Was back when I worked for those assholes, so, me. It was my addictions with others but I started again today."
"Mark knew about this?"
"Mark stopped caring about my life after I shot him."
Scott stood next to me. "He seemed to care about you."
"I guess he's me and I'm you. He forgave me. And told me to forgive you. To give you a second chance. The son of a bitch never knew where to put his nose in. And that was what made him Mark."
"He told me I should make amends."
"They won't stop. They killed Mark and Ava. Janson won't stop till the last founder is dead. And if he wants me dead, he will have to get it." I whispered.
"What are you talking about?"
"Janson won't stop till he gets what he wants. All the founders dead. He shot Ava. He shot Mark. He wants to shoot me. With us gone, there's nothing that will stop him. And Mark knew this." I turned to face him. "Mark was here, Scott. He went here and saw the horrors that Janson did. He saw Newt and came to see me. He wanted me to finish what we started."
"But that's foolish. We lost a lot persons. And you want to go back there? To the headquarters of a Crank?" He smirked. "Then, you'll have to take me with you."
"It's a dangerous mission. We might not make it back alive. Are you seriously considering the plan of a crazy person?" I asked.
He gave me a smile. "The good thing of losing someone is that you don't have anything else to lose. If I die, so be it. Those assholes took Jackson's life. I'm with you."
I looked at the inmense building that we barely escape last time. "This has to end. I was a Maze Runner, I gave the idea for the Scorch Trials and I helped make a Death Cure. This has to end."
"It's bloody time you said that, Tommy. Because I want some revenge." A british voice said.
We turned around and saw Newt standing there with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.
"How long have you been there?" I asked.
"Well enough to see that those slintheads need a good hit. Those bloody shanks made me a monster. Not a werewolf but worse and then they made a mistake. Those slintheads will pay." He ranted using the Glade's words and made Scott confused.
"You'll get it. You'll have the time to get use to it."
He smiled and started to walk away.
"Goodnight, Stiles." He looked at Newt. "I'll leave you to it." And he went back inside.
Newt came closer to me and hugged me.
"What's that for?" I asked.
"Saving me. Even if I was broken, sad and pretty much depressed."
I laughed. "You and me both. It seems like I can't live without you. And I don't mind that."
He smiled. "Good that."
We sat on silence for a while, just enjoying the night. Then, I spoke.
"I'm sorry for shooting you."
He turned to see me. "Tommy, I asked you to shoot me. And you followed. It was my fault really. You don't need to feel guilty."
"But I shot everyone else. Hell, I even shot Mark, remember? You were in the headquarters back then."
He smiled at me. "I remember everything, Tommy. And like I told you the day I met you.--"
"I have a feeling that we'll be seeing each other a lot." I finished his sentance.
He laughed for the first time in forever. "That's right, Tommy. And we saw each other a lot. And I will follow you to the death."
"Thanks."
"So will Scott. I have a feeling that he'll follow you as well."
"Good th--."
But I didn't have time to finish. Because from the building, a scream was heard.
And again, it was Lydia's scream of death. She just sealed the fate of someone. And I couldn't help but try to think who was it.
Some Sciles and Newtmas. And then, they'll be going back to WICKED. Two persons won't come back from there. But the rest will. And because I'm evil, I will tell you just their first letter of their name.
S (remember that Thomas was named...)
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There ya go. Good day to y'all.