Thomas stared at the door. The door that, just a second ago, was locked shut. pure terror rushed through him. Thomas felt the colour drain from his face, felt his heart beat quicken, felt his palms become slick with sweat. He wanted to move towards the door, but it was like he was glued to the ground. His feet were heavy, like cement blocks were weighing him down.
Slowly, Thomas' feet began to move. Inch by inch, foot by foot he was moving closer to the door. He tried to stop himself, but he had no control over his limbs.
Soon, Thomas was only a short distance away. He was so close he swore he could smell the rusty, flaking metal. Then he was in front of the door.
The room behind the door was dark. So dark that Thomas couldn't even see his feet he walked into the room. His head began to throb, the way it always did whenever Teresa was in trouble or was sad. He knew she had the same senses as he did, it had something to do with their telepathy.
Sheer panic ripped through him, sending his mind into a frenzy, but his body was perfectly still. He stood in the middle of the room-or what he thought was the middle of the room.
That's when the bright lights flicked on and Thomas heard the sound of voices coming at him all at once.
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Escape From WICKED
Fanfiction"I'm sorry Tom. I really am..." Thomas is supposed to be sent to the Glade in a week. His best friend Teresa is supposed to be sent the next day. However, she is against WICKED and everything it does and to be honest, deep down, Thomas is against WI...
