Mokita (TST FF)

Chapter 2

I quickly got out of bed and ran over to Thomas, who was still fast asleep, despite all of the noise.

"Thomas, come on, you gotta wake up." I told him, shaking him gently. Thomas moaned loudly, but continued to sleep. I let out a frustrated groan, clenching my jaw.

"I swear to god Tommy, if you don't wake up, I'm gonna slap you so—"

Thomas, without any warning, suddenly threw his blankets off of him and shot up out of bed, a look of terror crossing over his face. Not yet aware of what was happening around him, he looked at me, opening his mouth to speak.

"Teres—"

Before he could finish, a gut wrenching scream sliced the air, making me instinctively move closer to the older boy, his arms wrapping around me in a protective manner.

"What's going on?" He asked me, as if I had any idea myself. I just shook my head, looking around.

Every one of the Glader's in the room were running and shouting, which was hectic enough considering the room was way too small for 20 boys to even be sleeping in, let alone panicking in. Horrible noises filled the room, sounds that resembled injured or tortured animals, making shivers run down my spine. Frypan was by the window, his face pale and a trembling finger pointed towards the bars that sat on the windowsill. Newt and Minho were running to the door, and Winston, he looked like he had seen a ghost. The others just stayed by the windows, making sure to keep their distance from the glass, yet trying to look out as best as they could.

Thomas suddenly stiffed, and I turned to see what he was looking at. My breath caught in my throat as I looked towards the window that was merely a metre away from his bed; my hope diminishing.

A man stood on the other side of the window, his bloodied hands gripping the metal bars; the only things keeping him away from us. The glass had been shattered, and the once comforting curtains had been torn and ripped, drops of blood covering them. Sores and cuts cover the man's skin, and he looked at us with blood shot eyes, greenish moss replacing where you would usually find hair.

"I'm a Crank!" The man screeched, causing me to flinch back into Thomas' grasp. "I'm a bloody Crank!"

Spit flew out of his mouth as he spoke, and my eyes blurred with unshed tears at his next words, which he continued to repeat, over and over.

"Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!"

My breath caught in my throat and I quickly turned, burying my head into Thomas' chest.

"Make it stop." I cried, wanting nothing more than to forget about the man behind us.

Emma, what's wrong? I can feel you freaking out. Aris' voice said in my head, sounding concerned.

I shook my head, not able to reply to him. I don't think I could concentrate enough to even form the words in my head.

"They're everywhere," Minho announced, appearing next to us. He glanced down at me, a desperate look flashes across his face, as if he didn't know what to do next. "And there's no sign of those shanks who rescued us," he added.

"Rescuers my ass." I muttered, whipping my eyes and pulling away from Thomas, but grabbing his hand to keep the physical contact.

The two looked at me, Minho looking slightly amused. Thomas shook his head, looking dangerously calm. It was weird.

"Have any of them gotten in yet?" he asked, looking around the room. "Do all the windows have these bars?"

"Yeah. It was too dark to notice them last night, especially with those stupid frilly curtains. But I'm sure glad for 'em." Minho said, running a hand through his hair.