Chapter 9

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Thomas stepped into the room. The room where Teresa had died. The room where his soul mate had died to save him. Why didn't he forgive her while she was still alive? She was obviously telling the truth. Why else would she have saved him with so little time to think about it? You couldn't decide to sacrifice yourself unless the person you saved meant the world to you, could you? Thomas was hit in the chest with guilt as he realised, had the tables been turned, he wouldn't have saved Teresa. Because of something WICKED condemned them to. In short, he'd allowed WICKED steal Teresa from him. The person who should have been the most important person to him, was stolen by the government. In that moment, he made a promise to himself that he would make Teresa's death count. He needed to let her rest in peace knowing that she died for a worthwhile cause. It then hit him that he had no idea what he had to do now. The room was rebuilt, but definitely the same. There was no woman with a grey bun and there was no fire. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but this was not it. He felt like going straight back through the flat trans, but something told him that wasn't an option. Besides, what would he say? 'It's all clear, the dreams were just a random coincidence!' There had to be something he was missing and he felt like it was staring at him straight in the face. And that was when he heard a hushed, grainy voice. Thomas spun around towards the door to see a tall woman in a lab coat with a greasy, grey bun walking towards him, a stumpy middle aged man with a severe case of hair loss by her side. Half Thomas's mind was screaming at him to run, full speed through the flat trans, while the other half found the strength to confront them. "No surprises here then," The woman muttered, scribbling on her clipboard. 

"Hello, boy," The man said, his voice so stuck up he sounded like his nose was plugged. 

"What brings you here then?" The woman asked.

Thomas had no idea how to reply. He'd come to protect his friends but he didn't know what he needed to do here. "Umm.. E-err I don't know," he eventually stuttered. 





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