Find Your Anchor - Part 1

4. Another Name, Another Home

Aris sighed. He wished the couple good luck. At least I have another family. 

"Who's Gally?"

"Me."

"Ralph Hale. Born in America, Beacon Hills. You were wealthy. ("And I believe that's why his temper is so short." Minho sniggered.) You lived with your family, and big brothers, Derek Hale and Peter Hale. Oh my god, shut up will you?"

Rafael exclaimed when Brenda cursed.

"Hmph. But there was a big fire, and you lost all of your parents, cousins and friends. Only Derek and Peter survived. They thought you were dead. They still live in Beacon Hills."

Soon after Rafael was finished, Brenda cursed again.

"Oh my god! I'm, I'm related to Gally? God! He's what, my cousin?"

"Guess that's why you both have short tempers." Minho howled with laughter.

Gally and Brenda's face turned deep red. They shared a glance.

"Hey cuz. Wanna kill that shank right over there?" Gally asked first.

"'Course cuz. I think I'm gonna like you." Brenda grinned evily.

Gally grinned evily too, they looked identical.

"I think you said that earlier." 

"OK. Let's shut up and kill that bitch. Deal?"

"Deal."

But before they could do the act, Rafael banged his hand on the wall.

"SHUT UP! You're just kids, and I'm an adult! Please, ATTENTION!" He looked pissed off.

Everyone shut up gradually. 

"Finally. Frypan?"

"Yea."

"You are Jack Deaton. Born in Egypt. Your father is Alan Deaton. He's an animal doctor. Also obssessed with foods. Especially Mexican. ("Oh god, I'm gonna love him") He's currently in Beacon Hills, close friend of mine. When you got kidnapped, he lost emotions. But some group of kids brought it back to him. Well, to be precise, a kid. A sarcastic, defenceless kid. That group had all kinds of Kingcards and Queencards who had a taste for popularity, he was only the one who was fragile and weak. But he was smart and lovable. But one day, he disappeared. I was hoping he would be here, but no, he's not  here. I checked every one of..." His voice trailed off. 

"Wait. I haven't checked all of them. I haven't checked him..." He muttered to himself.

"Who?" Minho asked.

"Thomas. The one who you guys are close." Rafael suddenly became excited.

"Maybe he is Stiles. Maybe he is my boy's best friend! Maybe..." 

Everyone chuckled loudly at that comment.

Rafael looked confused.

"What?"

"Thomas? Defenceless, weak? You know, those two words doesn't get along very well." Jorge gradually answered.

"Let me guess, hmm? I bet that Stiles can't even run, right?" Minho asked.

"Yes. Scott, he's my son, had told me that Stiles can't even run three laps."

Minho's chuckle turned to laughter. "We had to run more than 20 laps a day, us runners. Me and Thomas experienced it. Thomas wasn't even out of breath. Can you still say Thomas is Stiles?"

"No, um, yes, but..."

"I bet that Stiles couldn't even use a weapon. I bet he didn't had a martial arts move?" Newt asked.

"Yes. He only uses his baseball bat, and when I teached him how to shoot guns, he missed the entire target board."

Now that was a treat. Everyone howled like Minho.

"You should know, bastard. That Thomas isn't defenceless. He can use guns, and he have a excellent aim. He's even better than me, and that's something." Brenda remarked.

"Once Thomas beat me in a hand and hand combat. And that's something, too. I've beaten a mid forty man with my own hands." Gally remarked. "Oh not you, Jorge."

Rafael was silent. He sighed. 

"But I'm gonna give it a try. After all I'm finished with all my mission. I rescued you guys, and told you your real names and real home. Well goodbye."

He left the room. And closed the room with a BANG.

"You don't think Thomas is that Stiles?" Aris asked Sonya.

"No. Of course not. Wanna bet? I bet four bucks that Thomas is not Stiles."