Betrayal| Thomas

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"That feeling, that doesn't go away just hit, and I've walked a thousand miles to prove it."

Brooke aimlessly wandered around the halls while she waited for the new arrivals Janson had told her of. She was bored, well more than bored.

Brooke was good at everything they offered for extra curriculars like shooting or sparring, and she didn't want to go to sleep because of the dreams that plagued her mind when she was in that vulnerable state.

She doesn't really remember anything from her life before the flare hit except for bits and pieces. She remembers being in a car on her way somewhere before they got in an accident, the accident that killed her parents.

She sees herself in a building with hundreds of computer screens. She sees the scorch and remembers how she would sneak off into it every once in a while to do something, but that was it.

She can never make out faces or names except for her own. Her subconscious was trying to tell her something but she can't figure out what it is.

Janson said that when they found her out in the scorch she had sustained a major head injury which was the reason for her memory loss. However, Brooke couldn't help the nagging feeling she felt in the pit of her stomach that screemed don't trust them.

Something was off about this place, but at the same time they gave her somewhere to stay. A place to be safe from the cranks outside, somewhere that gave her a bed to sleep on, food to eat, and clothes to wear. She didn't want to jeopardize that.

The sound of the alarm that alerted people the gates were open broke Brooke from her thoughts. The new arrivals were here. She ran towards the medical wing wanting to see the group of newbies.

She got there to see they were already sitting down, their hair damp meaning they had a shower which surprised Brooke because they still looked like a big pile of shit.

Brooke continued to look around quickly diverting her eyes away from a black haired girl who stared her down with a glare. Ok, how rude.

She turned her head and her eyes came in contact with a boy who looked a little older then her. His eyes were a whiskey brown, he had moles that dotted his cheeks, large bags under his eyes, and a frown on his face. He was intently staring at the brunette as if he was trying to figure her out and it made Brooke uncomfortable.

She wanted to look away but she couldn't. It was like he had her in some sort of trance and everything about him seemed eerily familiar.

She was snapped out of her daze by doctor Crawford, "Brooke, can you please administer some of the shots? I'm going to be in the next room checking up on the girl." Brooke nodded not trusting her self to speak, especially after what just happened with the brown eyed boy.

She grabbed a trolley and wheeled it to a thin, dirty blonde boy who was sitting down while he studied everything in the room. Brooke gave him a small smile as she approached him and picked up the needle on the table, "W-What is that?"

Brooke looked up and gave him another smile, he had an accent and Brooke liked it. Most people's voices at the compound sound dull and lifeless as if they were robots, so an accent was a nice change. "Think of it as the best meal of your life. It includes a bunch of nutrients you were deprived of in the maze. It doesn't hurt I swear, just keep your eyes on me."

He nodded his head but he was still nervous and Brooke could tell, "Relax, here how about you tell me your name?" She readied the syringe and hoped that this would suffice as an adequate distraction.

"Newt." Brooke choked down a laugh, "Newt, like the salamander?" She asked him that question while she stuck the syringe into his arm, but he was so confused he didn't even notice. "What's a salamander?" Brooke shook her head, "I'll tell you another time. We're all done."

Newt looked at brunette with shock, "W-We are?" Brooke put the syringe down and began to clean the rest of the supplies, "Yep, I'll see you around Newt."

Newt stood up and made his way to the rest of his friends. Janson came into the room and started his speech about how they were safe here making Brooke roll her eyes. He was so dramatic sometimes it made her want to stab herself in the face with a spoon repeatedly.

"Brooke, take them to their rooms." With a sigh Brooke got up from where she sat and began to lead the group to their bunks.

They began to whisper amongst themselves, or do what they thought was whispering but Brooke heard every word. Nevertheless, she continued walking and minded her own business, it wasn't until she felt the warmth of a body next to her that she turned.

It was the same boy, the one that she had a full fledged stare down with in the medical wing. His honey speckled eyes looked at her as he asked his question, "Where are we?"

Brooke wanted to roll her eyes and in a monotonous voice replied, "We're in Neverland." The boy looked at her weirdly before he began to ask another question, "Where's Ter-" Brooke cut him off, "Jesus Christ, do you know how to form a coalition of words that isn't a question?"

Thomas scoffed and fell out of step with her walking with an asian looking boy. Newt walked up to Brooke and nudged her arm, "Don't mind Thomas, he's been through a lot so he's a little wary. Not to mention melodramatic."

Brooke snorted, "Trust me, I've noticed." They finally came across the door that held the beds they would be sleeping on and Brooke used her key card to open it, holding the door for everyone to enter. Before Thomas entered all the way he stoped and stared at her, "Have we met before?"

The question took Brooke by surprise and her mouth gaped open, "Um-I uh- n-no I don't think so, sorry." Brooke cleared her throat and closed the door, rushing down the hall.

Brooke doesn't understand why the question took her by surprise so much, but the feeling that she did somehow know Thomas wouldn't leave her mind.

She shook her head and ran her hands over her face. She decided she would sleep until dinner and hopefully the whiskey eyed boy would leave her thoughts.