"Ha ha. No. We're all going. Who knows if she is held hostage by psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers, who are waiting for us to come so that they can throw their ninja-star blades on us. Or slice us in a clean half from our waist in one...
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ADELAIDE
It really hurt me that Thomas screamed at my face and that too in front of everybody and humiliated me.
I get it that he's horrified by whatever he saw back there, but he was giving us no explanation or an indication and just making us run. He should have known that not all of us are Runners. Some of us have never run before and some of us have physical injuries.
It was about an hour and a half when Thomas finally slows down. The rest of us immediately stop and flop down on the sand, groaning in pain.
Thomas though, doesn't slow down. He keeps running, his movements staggering and slow never stopping to catch a breath. He obviously is in pain for running so long. My heart pains for all the strain he is putting on himself.
It is not healthy at all. At this rate, he will collapse any second.
I know that this place would be our stop for a while. I run to Thomas. Forcing to keep my aching legs to go a little longer, I speed up and catch up to him.
"Thomas!" I pant. "Stop! Stop!" Thomas doesn't stop but his run is slower than ever. He suddenly hits his knee on the sand and sinks down. I immediately sprint at my top speed and reach to him.
"Hey, hey, buddy, you okay?" He is taking heavy pants, dropping on his hands on his knees now, his eyes clenched shut. He nods.
I drop myself on the ground and make him sit down. Thomas keeps groaning. I don't ask him anything, knowing very well that he will only brush me off and moreover, I'm yet to say sorry to him. Minho soon reaches up to us first and boy, he wasn't happy. Even in the faint dawn sunlight, starting to lighten up the eastern sky, Minho is visibly fuming.
He glares at Thomas.
"What the shuck was that?" he snaps at him. Newt catches up to us too.
"Why....What...What kind of idiot you are, Thomas?" When Thomas doesn't answer, he kneels down beside him.
"How could you do that? How could you just come out of there and take off like that? Without any context? Without any explaining? And since when did we start doing things in that way! You slinthead!" Minho sighs and drops on his butt.
"Sorry." Thomas pants, wiping a thing layer of sweat off his forehead and flicking it on the sand. "It was kind of traumatizing."
The others too catch up to us.
"Traumatizing?" Minho digs in. "Whom did you see there? What did they tell?"
Thomas takes a big sigh, a clear hesitation on his face. He stops for a moment and says, "It was Teresa... it was her."
