𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃 ༄ 𝖳𝖶 𝗑 𝖳𝖬𝖱

8. 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒?

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The road was quite. The stars above glistened like diamonds. The moon wasn't full but even if it was that wasn't a problem for Scott anymore. By looking at the deep colour of the sky you wouldn't be able to tell when we would see the first sign of light. The trees danced slightly as a subtle breeze brushed through the leaves. The grass was to but refused to sway as if it was trying to hide all its secrets. The was long and narrow it looked like it was endless, like they were diving into a bottomless hole. No escape. It was suffocating. We did it feel suffocating. Scott wasn't the one missing. If he felt like this maybe if wasn't him but something else, someone else.

At that thought Scott regrouped his fingers and his foot pressed down a harder. Now the trees were almost merely a blur.

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Thomas looked around. The he was trapped. Surrounded by white. All he could see were white walls in every direction. It was suffocating. Before he could be too alarmed something interrupted his panic.

"Tommy." A voice said. Thomas didn't need to turn around to see who it was.

Newt

A smile instantly escaped onto his face. Newt leisurely walked towards Thomas, his limp noticeably there. Thomas remembered the day Newt told him how he got that limp. He hated everything. He hated WICKED. It drove him to- He died in the hands of WICKED.

WICKED

As Newt got closer Thomas realized the black pulsating veins appearing on his neck.

"No." Thomas whispered under his breath.

"You did this Thomas, Tommy." Newt said taking a staggered step. "Now please make it stop. I'm asking you Tommy to make it all stop."

Newt was standing right in front of him now. All Thomas could see through his blurred vision was Newts lifeless eyes piercing into to his.

"New — Newtie?" Thomas mumbled not breaking eye contact.

"Please Tommy, please." Newt fell into his arms deathly pale and limp. "Tommy"

Now all he sees is is black.

He was falling down the rabbit hole. Down a bottomless pit.

Tommy

He couldn't understand why this was happening.

Please

Little pieces of his life were flashing in front of him like fireworks. But... he doesn't recognize any of it. It feels like his memories. It feels like his life, his old life? No, no, no his old life was WICKED. He worked for WICKED. Nothing else.

If you have it, we'll do something. I'll do something.

Why does that so sound so familiar.

no a body of water, yes dumbass a dead body!

That was him. Young, younger but him. But...that wasn't Thomas.

Everything stood still thomas' legs lifted off whatever he was standing on and he slowly started to rise. It was truly euphoric. Thomas watched as below him everything got smaller. All his troubles were miles and miles away. He felt safe. Nothing could end this ever longing sense of tranquility. 

His legs dropped. The air was sucked from his body and he started free falling into the darkness. It was never ending, yet Thomas didn't have the urge to scream or call for help. He just embraced it. He welcomed the darkness. hoping it would lead him to whatever santumn he was in before. He longed for it.

"Tommy?" a voice called out.

Thomas jerked. Did he seriously here that?

"Tommy?" the voice called out again but in a more sing songy sort of way.

Thomas put his hands to his ears.

"Stop." he said quietly under his breath.

"Tommy?"

"Stop." thomas attempted more loudly.

"I can't stop, Tommy,"

"Just! Stop!" He screamed.

"Only can you make this stop."

Now, Thomas began to scream.

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Thomas hit a hard surface. He looked around. It was dark...but he was no longer falling down the bottomless pit. He was back on the table with Janson standing above him. He smiled wickedly and tilted his head to one side.

"Ahh Tommy, had enough fun for the night?"

Thomas growled.

"I'll take that as a yes." Just like that, Janson left the small room. Leaving Thomas alone to dwell in the events of what had just happened.

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