Why Can't I Hate You?

~19~

I sat back down with the others, watching the ratman walk to the front with his clipboard in hand. He began to call out names.      

"I wanna know what's behind that door." Thomas said.

Newt rolled his eyes in that annoyed way whenever Thomas made an impulsive decision. "We've been through this. You don't know what you saw. It could've been anything."

"What did you see?" I asked. Thomas wasn't the type of person to make something up. He was observant.

He unfolded his arms and turned to me. "Last night, this guy took me through the vents, and we saw... bodies."

"Who was the guy?" Minho asked.

"His name is Aris." Thomas pointed to the boy who was sitting alone yesterday. Alone again today, observing a roasted potato in the light. 

"Well, I'm sold." Minho scoffed.

Newt sniggered and returned to listening to the names being called out. "I think for now, we should just keep our heads low and try not to draw any attention to ourselves."

Thomas pushed himself up off the table and began walking towards the door casually, iching his ear like nothing was out of the ordinary.

"What's he doing?" Newt watched,  worried.

"I think he's drawing attention to himself." I responded.

"No shit sherlock."

"If you already knew, then why did you ask?"

"It's called sarcasm."

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM MAN!" Thomas shoved the guard. We all immediately got up and pulled him back. Knowing Thomas, this could end badly. He could get us kicked out with those... things.

"Control your friend!" The guard spat.

"What's going on here?" Janson emerged from behind the guard."Thomas, I thought we could trust each other. We're all on the same side here."

Thomas responded quietly, through his breath, but loud enough for me to hear. "Are we?"

Ratman's mouth twitched. "Take them to their bunks."

We were forcibly walked to our room and made to go inside, the door locking behind us. I stood in front of Thomas and flapped my arms in the air. "What the hell was that?"

"You didn't think they were just gonna let you through." Newt scolded.

"No, of course I didn't." Thomas held up a key card, which he removed from his pocket."I'm gonna find out what's really going on here. "

Newt bit his lip and leaned his head back in frustration. For Thomas to do this, it put us all at risk.

"Newt these people aren't who they say they are."

"No, Thomas, you don't know that!" He shouted."These people rescued us from wicked. They gave us clothes, they gave us food, they gave us a proper bed. Some of us haven't had that in a long time. "

"Yeah, I know, but -"

"Some of us a lot longer than others."

The sound of metal on the floor caught our attention. From under Thomas's bunk, Aris climbed out and stood up. "Hey, you ready to go?"

"What the hell?"

Thomas half slid under the bunk, then turned back to talk to us. "I know you don't believe me, but I've gotta find out what's going on here. Just wait here until I get back and cover for me."