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𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙨 fly, crackling and popping as the metal melts. A few thuds pound on the thick surface before Thomas swings the door open with a screech.
The boy's heart pounds against his chest, light and nervous as his whiskey orbs adjust to the dim lighting, taking in all of the teenagers staring back at him.
Flickering his eyes between each set trained on him, Thomas scans the shipping container for certain set of emerald—Only to freeze in place as his eyes land on a familiar face.
"Aris?" Thomas whispers in disbelief, immediately rushing to the boy's side as his eyes scan over his friend's sunken features.
"Hey, you guys okay?" Thomas asks, voice shaky as he looks in between Aris and Sonya, softening his gaze at the boy's black eye, dark circles, paled, and fragile like state.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺𝘥𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮?
"Yeah, we're fine." Sonya breathes out a sign of relief, knowing they are finally safe.
"Jesus." Thomas whispers as he blinks his eyes in disbelief, rising to his full height to continue looking over the group for his girl and best friend.
"It's okay. You guys are safe, just hang on." Thomas cooes the worried pairs of eyes trained on him as he walks towards the back of the shipping container.
Newt follows closely behind Thomas, scanning over the numerous faces staring back at him. The blond's heart sinks to the pit of his stomach as he can only imagine what these kids have gone through in the past six months.
Thomas' boots shuffle against the metal as he continues making his way to the back, flickering his eyes between each beaten and bruised face.
