Mokita (TST FF)

Chapter 3

"It's okay, baby girl. Don't look." Minho whispered in my ear, holding me close to him. "Ben, look after Emma, would ya?"

My eyes widened and before I could protest, I was basically thrown into a different pair of arms. Ben grinned down at me, reaching his hand up to cover my eyes.

"Close your eyes, Emmy." This time, I didn't even attempt to protest. I didn't want to see the bodies anymore, anyway. I didn't want to see anymore death. So much death. "You're shaking, are you okay?" He asked, the playfulness in his voice disappearing.

I just shrugged.

"Uh...I've never been good in these situations." He chuckled nervously, reaching his spare hand up and petting my head. I snorted, fully aware of that.

"I can tell."

"Tommy," I heard Newt say from the other side of the room. "What's bloody wrong with you?"

Without hesitating pulled away from Ben, and looked towards the voice, only to see that Thomas had his eyes squeezed shut, doubled over with his hands over his stomach. I immediately rushed over, my eyes focused on the ground instead of the swinging bodies, ignoring Ben's calls from behind me.

Finally I reached the three boys, Minho giving Ben a glare from across the room when he saw me.

Thomas straightened, trying to act normal. "What ... what do you think? Look around us."

Newt raised his eyebrows. "Yeah, but you looked like you were in pain or something."

"I'm fine—just trying to reach her in my mind. But I can't." Teresa. He was talking about Teresa. If he can't reach her, then something must be wrong. All these people are dead...so...Teresa could be..." "We've gotta find where they put her."

I nodded. Teresa and I may not be the best of friends, but that doesn't mean I didn't care for her. If Thomas cared for her, than I would at least try my best to do the same. I wouldn't want anyone to end up like the people, our rescuers.

"He's right," Minho said to the group. "Spread out, find her!"

"Might've already." Thomas muttered, running towards a door across the other side of the room, dodging tables and bodies. Newt, Minho and I followed, doing the same.

"Someone grab that fire extinguisher!" Thomas yelled over his shoulder, obviously assuming it would be locked, just like ours.

Minho looked back, as I tried my best not to gag at the smell that the common room had begun to obtain. "Winston, go get it," The boy ordered.

Once we finally reached the door, we all stopped, my eyes widening when I saw a sign on the door.

Teresa Agnes. Group A, Subject Al.

The Betrayer.

The sign sent a chill down my spine, and I tried to ignore the last two words. The Betrayer. What does that even mean? And she had a last name! I can't believe she has a last name! I mean, obviously she does, but I'd never think that I'd know it.

Minho snapped his finger's in front of Thomas' face, trying to get his attention. "Hello? Calling Thomas? Not a good time to daydream. Lots of dead bodies, smells like Frypan's pits. Wake up."

Thomas blinked slowly, turning towards Minho. "Sorry. Just thought it was weird that Teresa's last name was Agnes."

Minho rolled his eyes. "Who cares about that? What's this freakin' stuff about her being the Betrayer?"