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Thomas dragged his eyes along the note, confused at every word he read. He looked around, to see nobody around him. Thomas stood up and walked toward the ocean. After reading the note, he looked at it one last time. Just to remember the mission, and tossed it into the ocean. He watched it float away. He stood there with his heart pounding out of his chest. He waited for a few minutes, feeling horrible he had let the note go. He saw something floating toward the Haven. A bag.
His eyes widened and he rushed into the ocean to get the bag. Once he got to it, he felt all sorts of fish circling around his legs. He gagged at the feeling. He looked back at the tents and realized someone's lamp was on. He grabbed the back and rushed back to surface, there walked out Minho. Thomas hid behind the rock, noticing there was a sharp knife in the bag. He only noticed once he felt blood rushing down his hand. He cut himself. He could here Minho's footsteps getting closer and closer. He felt overwhelmed. He didn't have a choice anymore.
He took the knife out of the bag, leaving the rest of the stuff on the floor. He walked out from his hiding spot. Minho noticed and a smile went onto his face. Minho walked closer, only to realize his friend was holding a knife. Thomas saw Minho open his mouth wide, to scream. He didn't even think about it, he shoved the knife into his abdomen. Minho grunted in pain, taking a few steps back. He looked at Thomas, Thomas staring at him. "Why?.." He managed to say. Thomas lowered his head and rushed up to Minho, throwing him onto the ground.
He snatched the knife out of his abdomen and sliced the knife across Minho's skin. And for his last move, he went for the heart. Thomas felt a rage flowing through his blood, he didn't know why. Once Minho was coughing on his own blood at this point, Thomas got up. He looked at the blood on his hands. Then to Minho. He took the knife out of Minho's chest. He left Minho's body there, for them to find. He walked back over to the bag and looked at the mask and leather in there. He felt confused, angry. He grabbed the bag and went over to the ocean to clean the blood off. He cleaned his knife, the blood flowing through the ocean.
He felt all types of rage. This wouldn't be the safe haven anymore. He was gonna force everybody to go back to the city. And he was gonna somehow, bring his lovers back to life. He put the knife in his bag, and made his way to his tent. He set the bag somewhere nobody was able to find it. He would shower off this blood tomorrow. He took one last look at Minho's lifeless body. He slowly grinned and zipped his tent up. Allowing himself to go to sleep. He felt as if he could feel someone there with him. The person who wanted him to do this.
