CHAPTER TEN

The Sheriff of Beacon Hills was at his home, looking over files related to several missing teens with bleary eyes. A cup of coffee, gone cold long ago, was on the table.

Looking at the man, one could see that he was at the end of his tether. He was holding himself together only because of sheer willpower, his steadfast love for his son and his desperate hope that he'll find his son before it was too late.

'None of the kidnapped teens, have been found again. There are no evidences stating whether they are alive or dead,' a report stated.

The Sheriff took in a shuddering breath and brought his shaking hands up to press against his eyes. He pressed his palms hard against his tired eyes, wishing futiley that it was all a bad dream and that Stiles would walk in through the door, brightening the whole room with his beaming smile.

He wanted, no, needed Stiles back.

He wanted his son to come back home.

'I'll find you, son. I'm going to bring you back home and I'm never letting you out of my sight ever again. Just hold on, Stiles, god please hold on.'


A few miles away, a meeting was being held. The werewolves and the human members of the Beacon Hills wolf pack could be found at the base of a tree, in a clearing surrounded by shrubs.

"He's devastated," said Boyd, his eyes filling with utter sorrow. "He's hanging on by a thread. He might snap any day."

Isaac gritted his teeth as he fought against his impulse to howl in misery.

"We need to tell him. He deserves to know that he isn't alone in searching for his son."

The others nodded.

"Also," said Allison, determined. "Someone should make sure that the Sheriff is taking care of himself. Stiles will kick our asses if he thought we hadn't been taking care of his dad," she finished with a wry twist to her lips.

A smattering of chuckles filled the air.

Everyone knew how protective Stiles was of his dad. They had experienced first hand, Stiles' legendary temper whenever he was worried about his only remaining parent.

It was agreed that every member of the pack would take turns to stop by the Sheriff's home and the station to make sure that he isn't missing his mealtimes or his sleep.

Before that, they were going to offer their help to the Sheriff, let him know he wasn't alone. They couldn't do anything via the official channels but being a werewolf had it's perks.

The meeting soon dispersed, after the pack had decided to meet at the Stilinski residence.

Isaac leaned against a sturdy tree, his shoulders sagging. His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms, cutting into them. Beads of blood appeared, just as the skin healed over repeatedly.

A small hand covered his own, not loosening his fists but rather, squeezing it gently. Lydia stood by him, a reassuring presence, a strong warrior forged from ironclad control over terror and fury.

"We are going to get him back," her voice, like a lilting whisper, floated through the space between them, fanning the embers of his hope.

Isaac breathed out, a gust of air rushing past his lips.

"Yeah," he stated, looking up at the sky. "We are."


Elsewhere, in a hidden facility, a group of scientists were standing around the screens displaying the Maze and the Glades.

"You realise, Dr Paige, the boy might not survive the Maze," a man with muddy brown hair stated, gazing shrewdly at the monitor showing Thomas desperately hoisting Alby up by the vines.

Ava Paige hummed non-commitally, her eyes never wavering from the vitals of Thomas displayed next to the screen showing his current actions.

"He's not going to die," Paige replied, finally. "He's too stubborn to just die."

She pursed her lips, deep in thought.

"Get the next subject ready," she said abruptly.

"Ma'am?" A woman questioned, startled.

"Prepare the subject named Teresa for going out into the field," ordered Paige.

The other scientists bustled out of the room, eager to do the work instead of staying in her formidable presence.

Ava Paige tapped a carefully manicured finger against her lips, her eyes holding a calculating, and a slightly sadistic look.

'Soon, Thomas.'


In the Glades, Newt was catatonic. He wouldn't move from his position in front of the Maze's entrance.

Gally, Frypan and Chuck went over to him and helped him over to a hammock.

Gally, who never hid just how much he hated Thomas, looked at the broken shell of Newt and instructed Chuck to stay with him. He felt a pang of sympathy for the boy who was staring at the Maze's doors, tears flowing unbidden from his eyes, down his cheeks. Newt didn't even seem to have noticed it. He kept his blank gaze fixed at the doors, hoping against hope that the doors would open up and that his boys would be right behind it.

'No no no not Tommy, Minho oh god Minho, Alby please, can't lose you all please, come back, please please please, Tommy please.'

Newt held his vigil, alone, his mind and soul clouded with despair, long after the Gladers had dropped off to sleep.


As Thomas struggled to tie the unconscious Alby high up, as away from any Griever's reach as possible, he kept a sharp ear out for anything that might be out for his blood. He hoped that Minho was still alive.

Minho was one of the oldest Runners and the most experienced too. If there was anyone who knew how to navigate the Maze, knew to use that knowledge to ensure his survival, it was Minho.

Just as he finished tying up Alby, he heard the eerie sounds of a Griever.

His heart pumped furiously, adrenaline rushing through his veins. He could see everything with excruciating clarity.

Oddly, his mind was calm, even as his body flew into the fight or flight response. It was as though Thomas had been in similar situations so many times before.

Thomas spared a moment to wonder exactly how crazy his life had been before the Maze.

Taking a deep breath, he pictured Newt, his head thrown back in laughter, eyes sparkling mischievously, no trace of sadness on his face. With that image tucked in his brain and his heart, he steadied himself, bracing upon his heels.

And he ran.


A/N: This chapter is like a collection of fillers, lol.

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