Burnt; TDC ➵ Thomas [DISCONTINUED]

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THOMAS FOUGHT desperately against whatever controlled his body but nothing was working. He watched helplessly as he pushed Brenda's face away, sending her tumbling to the ground.

Jorge moved to protect her but Thomas reached out and punched him in the chin. Jorge's head snapped back, a little spray of blood shot from his lip. Everything was in a blur. By that time, he was screaming. The effort was hurting his throat.

Brenda had gotten back on her feet. Minho stood, dazed. Jorge wiped the blood off. Thomas wanted to scream at his friends to sedate him, but he failed to. A memory bubbled up. Something about a fail-safe programmed into his implant to prevent it from being removed.

He began moving towards the door in lurching steps, shoving Minho out of the way. As he half-stumbled past the kitchen counter, his hand reached out and grabbed a knife by the sink. He gripped the handle tightly.

"Thomas!" Minho yelled, breaking out of his stupor. "You gotta fight it, man! Get those shuck people out of your head!"

Thomas held the knife up against his will. The more he attempted to drop it, the tighter his fingers clenched. Minho glanced at his hand before scoffing.

"What? You gonna kill me, slinthead? Gonna throw that thing like how Gally did to Chuck, huh? Do it then. Imagine if I was Amelia, you still gonna throw it?" he taunted. Thomas was terrified that he was going to for a split second. His body turned back around to face the opposite direction. Just as he did, Hans returned with wide eyes. Thomas assumed that Hans was his main target; that the fail-safe would attack whoever was attempting to remove his implant.

"I was worried about this," Hans muttered. He turned to the group and ordered a bunch of things that Thomas couldn't comprehend due to the situation. Thomas's arm began to rise, the knife gripped tightly in his balled fist.

"I can't let you-" Before he could finish, someone slammed into him from behind, knocking the knife out of his hands. Both of them crashed to the floor, Thomas twisted to see Minho.

"Get off me!" Thomas was unsure if they were his own words or WICKED's. Minho pinned Thomas' arms to the ground. He hovered over him, heaving to catch his breath. Hans knelt down next to Thomas and Minho.

"I can't believe I worked for those people. For you." He emphasised on the last word by looking directly at Thomas. The latter watched everything, helpless.

His insides boiled to calm down. Then, something ignited inside of him. His midsection shot upwards, his body struggled to free his arms. Minho straddled him in an attempt to hold him down. Despite Minho's tries, whatever controlled him gave Thomas adrenaline - giving him the advantage to overcome the ex-Runner's strength and threw the boy off.

Thomas was on his feet immediately. He grabbed the knife and dived towards Hans. The older man deflected his attacks, also causing him to have a deep gash on his forearm.

Someone gripped Thomas by the hair and yanked him back. Thomas let out a scream in agony, slashing blindly. Minho turned to Hans, screaming at him to remove the implant. Thomas felt relief flow through him as he knew Minho and Jorge were taking control, throwing him off of Hans.

The four lifted Thomas off the floor. They carried him out of the kitchen into a hallway. He lost all strength to fight against his friends. They entered a small, cramped lab which only contained two instruments and a bed. Jorge and Minho slammed Thomas on his back onto the bed.

"Get this leg for me - I need to knock him out," Hans yelled. Minho grabbed both legs and used his body to press them against the bed. Thomas' body tried to fight Minho despite his arms being held down by Brenda.

Thomas felt a sharp prick in his leg. When the darkness started to take him and his body stilled, he finally regained control of his body once again.

[Written 4 December 2018]

Another filler, I wanna shoot myself omg

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