𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚌𝚑 [𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝚄𝙴𝙳]

Betray the Betrayed

Thomas stated at her silently for a moment, honestly unable to comprehend what she said. Well, he could comprehend it, perfectly well at that - but, he wasn't sure if he wanted to. He was standing face to face, head to head with a helper to the issue, and he couldn't even unfreeze from his current spot. He wanted to attack her. Dear god, there was so much he wanted to do to her. Put her through everything that she had put Alexander through. But he couldn't. He couldn't, he didn't, and he knew he wouldn't. He assured himself that gathering more information was more important, anyway. So, as he stared the girl down, her grin bringing even more violent thoughts to his mind, he decided to whisper a question instead, as if he couldn't trust himself to say it out loud.

"..How? What do you do?"
This question delighted the girl, whose grin turned instead excited, as if eager to tell her friends about an update of her crush back in middle school. There was a small giggle to match, her eyes shining in a way that Thomas doubted he wanted to ever see again.
"Oh! Yeah. Well, I have to do it all while Alexander's blindfolded, so it's really not much fun. Though, he can't see me do it, so he trusts me outside of John's house, so that's pretty cool. It's actually kinda fun to listen to him complain to Harleigh about-"

Thomas let a groan escape his lips, running his hand through his untamed mess of hair. He wasn't surprised that the girl got off track, nor was he surprised that she talked a lot. It was expected, in all honesty. He narrowed his eyes into a glare, shaking his head.
"Get to the fucking point. What do you do?"
This caused Sophia to frown, before she sighed heavily.
"Fine, fine, whatever. Burning, cutting, branding. I get to tie him up sometimes. Or gag him. There's a lot, I can't really remember it all."

Thomas stared her down for a few moments, fists now by his side clenching and unclenching to a silent rhythm his body had made without him being aware of it. And, oh god, how much he had wanted to destroy that bitch then and there. He didn't see girl, or boy, at the time. Didn't see her age, didn't see anything that could have possibly changed his mind. All he saw was danger, not for himself, but for Alexander. And he would do anything to destroy that. However, before he could, there was a voice cutting him off from the living room, one of a panicked nature.
"No!"

Thomas's eyes had widened, but with one final glare, he left Sophia, instead leaving for the room he saw Alexander and Harleigh disappear into. He had to admit, he wasn't terribly happy with what he saw. Mostly because of the fact it included an almost naked Hamilton, boxers still intact, wrapped around himself and shaking badly with a highly concerned looking Harleigh on her knees in front of him. Thomas let something akin to a hiss, or growl, escape his lips, before Harleigh looked over, relief instantly washing over her facial features when she saw the Virginian.
"I wanted to see all of his injuries. He needs- I proposed the idea of him going to the hospital, the wounds are real bad, but he instantly broke into a sort of panic. He won't calm down, now, and I'm not sure what to do."

Thomas scoffed lightly and shook his head, finally entering the room instead of simply hanging in the doorway. So much was happening, and honestly, it was flying past him. He didn't know who to hate, who to be glad for, who he was protecting. However, he had a basic scoreboard, for the time being. Hate Sophia, be wary of Harleigh, and care for Alexander. Speaking of the immigrant, Thomas sat next to the smaller male, wrapping the other in his arms. Automatically, Alexander clung to Thomas, burying his face in the other male's shirt. Thomas glanced up.

"Whats the worst thing you found?"
"Uh.. It looked like he got cut, burnt, then stabbed all in the same wound. It was- it's pretty bad. He really needs medical attention."
"You don't think?"
Thomas couldn't help the sarcastic retort, before rolling his eyes and pulling Alexander closer.
"We need to take him. No. I have to take him. I don't trust you, and Sophia is just-"
"No!"