Find Your Anchor - Part 1

2. Robert Creech's Terrible Mistake

They have taken Thomas.

These simple sentence broke Newt's heart. It destroyed him even to think about what they could have done to his little brother. They have been through so much together, Newt and Thomas. And Newt(Minho too, of course) had grown to be protective about him. Well, over protective, to be precise.

Newt was so speechless, he just stared at Minho. 

"What?" He barely whispered. 

Minho finally caught his breath, and stood up to meet Newt's gaze.

"Yes. They took Thomas." Minho's voice cracked at that moment, but he took a deep breath and calmed down. A little bit.

"And they could took more. Like... Like Fry, or Brenda, or Jorge. They had guns, Newt. You know what that means."

"That means they're dangerous." Newt whispered hoarsely. 

"Yes, Newt. And that also means that we," Minho pointed at both of them. "have to take care of the other New Gladers. Understood?" Minho greeted his teeth. They couldn't afford to be delayed like this. They had to move. Act. Before they came for them.

Jorge and Brenda also joined in.

"They had taken... Thomas?" Jorge asked, concern lacing his voice, switching into 'father mode'. Ugh. Newt groaned. This was not a very good sign. Jorge could be a little bit... annnoying when he's concerned. Ugh.

Brenda glared at the distant forest where Minho came sprinting. She would kick those assholes that took Thomas. She had long got over with her crush to Tom, and became one of his best friends. Brenda now understood that Thomas was not meant to be a lover to her; He was her brother. Her family. But definitely not a lover. She now laughed at the thought, that she had ever loved Thomas. 

"We need to save him." Jorge said, which even Minho could work out that he was anxious to get him back.

Minho groaned, he did not wanted to get back to this matter. 

"We need to warn the New Gladers. First. Thomas comes afterwards. Yes, I know!" Minho snapped at Newt, who tried to protest. Then he softened.

"We have to, Newt. I know you care about him. I do too. He's my little brother practically. But we also has the New Gladers. Whom we have to take care, also. I'll make this clear, once and for all." He glared at everyone, like they were going to protest. "New Gladers first. Thomas second. Alright?" After that, Minho jogged off to find Fry and warn the others. Newt could hear him alright, shouting, "Invasion alert! Get yourselves ready! Find a weapon! Get ready!"

Newt, Jorge and Brenda also followed Minho's example. If they wanted to save Tommy, they will have to save the New Gladers first.

. . . 

Thomas jolted back up. His black cap was still on his head. He tried to move, but something bounded him to the chair he was sitting. He was trapped, helplessly. 

He could hear footsteps.

Maybe they dosen't know that I'm awake. He thought. I could take that as an advantage. 

He grinned. He was a good actor. As far as he knew, based on the nightmares that he kept dreaming, he was a trickster. 

He closed his eyes, let his body go limp, and slowed his breath. Now he will wait, until the mysterious man called Rafael McCall comes inside this shuck room...

Times went by, a second seemed like months to Thomas. He was impatient to know what could possily happened to his friends. Minho. Jorge. Brenda. Aris. And gosh, Newt!