I'LL COME FOR YOU ▹ dylmas

•chapter four•

Thomas's mouth fell agape. With shining eyes and rigid muscles, he looked up at Dylan.

"H-hit list? What hit list!?"

Dylan got up and started pacing back and forth; thoughts were spiraling in his mind and he needed composure.

"Oh my god. I'm so sorry Tommy. I assumed that everyone knew."

Thomas raised an eyebrow at his friend, trying to hide the terror building up inside of him.

"I'm realising now that you probably weren't told about this so you'd be protected, but I guess I've ruined that eh?"

Dylan let out a dry chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. Just a couple moments ago, he had been the upset one; but he understood that Thomas would be in need of comfort now. As he turned to look at the man sitting next to him, he saw that he was stifling sobs.

Struggling to regain his composure, Thomas squeezed his eyes shut and brought his knees to his chest.

"There was a letter found on a studio floor somewhere in Hollywood. It had a list of 65 names on it. All of them celebrities. Someone found it when they were cleaning up, but didn't know what it was. I don't know all the details, but eventually the police got a hold of it and realised that it had the names of all the celebrities that had already been taken on it, as well as a bunch more. Since it was found, not a single person has been taken whose name isn't on the list. That's why people are calling it the 'hit-list.'"

Dylan sucked in a quick breath as a wave of sadness rushed through him;
then he looked at Thomas.

"Will's name was near the bottom. I'd thought that they'd have found the culprits before he was taken... but I guess not."

Confusion was plastered all over the blond's face.

"I-I don't understand. Why aren't they giving everyone on the list more protection? Lock us up in a military base surrounded by an army for goodness sake. At least we'd be safer. It's not like moving us around to different places every week will help."

The brunet let out a sigh.

"I know. It doesn't make sense. But the government doesn't believe that the list is real. They think someone did it as a prank. No one else believes that obviously- how could somebody predict everyone who'd be taken? It doesn't matter though Tommy, don't worry. If no one else will, I'll protect you. Kay?"

Thomas smiled at the kindness and sincerity of his friend.

"Thanks Dyl. Think we could stop talking about this though? It's giving me bloody migraine."

Dylan looked relieved. He walked over to the desk in the corner of the room, and slumped into the chair.

"Well... how've you been? Besides all this disappearing nonsense, what have you been up to? He asked, spinning every so slightly in the chair.

"Nothing much really. I've been staying at home mostly. I mean, I can't even remember the last time I took a break, I was in desperate need for one."

Dylan nodded his head; a sense of understanding washed over him.

"I know what you mean. Sometimes it's nice to just take a break from all the work, media and press. Especially after so long working on Maze Runner."

"Yeah. I mean there are good things about our jobs, but it can be so exhausting." Thomas replied, glad that his friend could understand him. Most other people had called him lazy or unmotivated. No one else really understood what was going through his mind.

They continued to talk through the night. Both seemingly forgetting of the horrors going on in the outside world; just focusing on how much they had missed each other's company.

Thomas loved the way Dylan smiled at everything he said. His eyes would crinkle at the edges, and despite the sadness that had overcome him earlier, he looked truly happy. Thomas was beginning to think that now that his friend was here, he could feel truly happy as well.