BEING REWRITTEN

5~wake the bloody hell up

Thomas POV:

Images.

White, blue, black.

He couldn't even recall them all.

They flashed before his closed eyes like a sort of 80s film. Picture by picture, memory by memory. The pictures were blurry and chopped. Faint voices were heard in the background. The clearest voice was a female one, it matched a picture. The picture that lasted longer in his vision than the others.

Her voice was unclear and he couldn't make out a word the female said.

Another voice was heard.

Thomas.

He heard in the distance.

"Thomas!"

Something was shaking him. No wait, someone was shaking him. The last thing he heard from the female voice was clear as day.

"Wicked is good."

And then it all went black.

"Thomas!!" A whisper yell was heard in his ear.

He shot awake.

Gasping for air, he slowly took in his surroundings. He felt sweat dripping off his bare chest. He rubbed his eyes a few times before seeing familiar brown eyes piercing in his soul.

Newt.

"Bloody hell man?! Are you okay?" He heard him whisper.

Thomas found himself nodding.

He saw Newt physically calm down. His frown softening a bit.

Thomas looked around, the sky was still somewhat dark and the air felt humid and fresh. As if it rained that night. But it didn't. He could smell that it didn't rain.

He rubbed his eyes again before letting himself hang half out of his hammock, as he tried to grab his shirt from the ground.

The hammock swung around a bit and...

It tumbled over.

Thomas fell to the ground with a loud thud and he groaned.

He turned on his back and saw the taller blonde boy snickering above him.

Thomas pouted "not funny" he said as he huffed.

He then quickly scrambled to his feet and put his shirt on. He felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Thomas looked at newt who was still grinning ear to ear and shaking his head.

"Come on greenie, gotta show 'ya somethin' before the wake up"

Thomas nodded.

And then Newt grabbed his wrist.

He must admit, much to his own surprise. That the boys grip was firm.

Newt led him trough the many sleeping gladers on the ground and in the hammocks. He once tripped over a persons hand and received a string of curses. Thomas sighed and softly muttered an apology.

Newt chuckled at him.

When they were finally away from the big chunk of sleepy guys. Newt led him to one of the walls. The wall was covered in vines and ivy from bottom to top.

When they arrived, Newt gestured for him to get closer to the huge thing.

The blonde let go of his wrist and brushed away a thick piece of soft looking ivy. Revealing a window.