The Wolf Trials

Chapter Five

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The day passed by quickly for Thomas. He itched to leave the foreign place of Beacon Hills High School.

The lessons had been simple enough, chemistry algebra English Lacrosse-which he was okay at. And a few others.
Throughout the day, Thomas had been haunted by the feeling of deja vu.
On the drive home in his blue jeep, he felt a surging migraine, which led him to pull over on the side of the road. He groaned and held his head.
The pain was similar to the one before he had been injected with something.

He slammed his hand on the steering wheel as the pain swiftly subsided. He felt as though he was swallowed by a white light before he opened his eyes.

He was back at the WCKD laboratory. In front of him stood Dr. Christensen again. This time she had a clipboard in her hands.

She noticed Thomas had woken up and nodded a greeting. "Welcome back Thomas."

Thomas glared at her. "Why did you bring me back? What was the point of sending my back?!" His voice raised in anger.

The woman spoke, her tone harsher than usual. "Thomas, you need to learn something. Shouting will get you no-where. It will only slow us down in our tests so behave. Now be greatful I decided to give you a short break."

Thomas took a deep breath, his anger faded away. He opened his mouth to speak but he was cut off with a loud rumbling sound.

Thomas glanced around. He sighed when he realised it was only his stomach. Being in a WCKD facility made him feel paranoid.

Dr Christensen sighed and held a finger up to Thomas. "I'll be back in just a moment." She walked off in the opposite direction.

Swiftly, Thomas looked around. There were no adults around. Only the children that seemed to be in a strange coma.

Thomas knew he had to escape, he had to get back to the safe haven and warn his friends. If WCKD knew where to find him, everyone else was in danger too. Thomas refused to let his friends be in danger.

Thomas shifted to his left side, the metal restraints clinked. They seemed as though they were a little loose. Thomas shifted his weight to the other side. There was another clink.

Thomas sped up the process, slowly loosening the restraints. Eventually there was a large enough gap between his wrists and the metal to slip his arms out of. He shifted side to side again, able to slip out of the restraints around his ankles.

Thomas stepped out, rubbing his wrists where the metal had bitten into his skin. He pivoted and headed in the opposite direction Dr Christensen had gone.

Goosebumps rose on his arms and he walked past the lifeless children, their chests rising every so often. Thomas felt horrified how adults could do this to children.

Thomas reached the end of the row of kids. There was a screen in front of him. Thomas knew he should find a way out of this place, but he didn't have a clue where he was.

Thomas tapped the screen, which flashed a white colour before revealing a series of icons. Thomas found one that showed a map. There was a large square in the middle of the scorch, zooming in on it he saw to was surrounded by a large fence.

Thomas fought the urge to punch the screen. He felt frustrated. The scorch was humongous, he had no idea whereabouts the safe haven was, even the map hadn't located it yet. Thomas breathed a sigh of relief. That meant his friends were safe for  now.

Thomas zoomed out on the map, attempting to find the mountains. There was nothing but yellow sand in sight.

There was the sound of heels on the floor. Thomas spun around. Mentally screaming at himself for being so careless.

He dove behind the nearest thing he saw, a water cooler. The footsteps faded as the person walked away. With a sigh of relief Thomas thought about what he could do next. How he could escape the wasteland and the facility.

Thomas cried out when his collar was yanked backwards and he was half-choked. His feet scrambled for purchase on the smooth linoleum floor. As he was being dragged.

Thomas clawed at the hand dragging him, straining his neck and eyes as he looked at his assailant. It was a guard dressed in black. Their footsteps were eerily silent as Thomas coughed and gagged. He managed to place his feet flat on the floor and support himself better.

Thomas closed his eyes as he braced himself for the imminent pain that was about to follow. He slammed his elbow into the guard's knee. The guard cried out and crumpled to the ground.

Thomas bit his tongue, hard enough to draw blood, as the pain hit his elbow. It felt as though it had snapped.

Supporting his elbow with his other hand, Thomas scrambled to his feet and made a break for it. Using the few moments he had of distraction, to escape.

Thomas had underestimated the amount of time had had. Another guard came thundering through a door somewhere, armed with a baton.

Thomas grimaced, the guard was the one he had hit with a bat. The guard had a bandage wrapped around his head and a devilish grin on his face.

Thomas knew he was in trouble now, he even wished he could have the grievers than this.

He slowly moved backwards, pain throbbed through his elbow, slowing his movements down.

Thomas narrowly avoided the baton as it crashed down in front of him, with a leap backwards.

The baton instead connected with his ankle. Thomas toppled over with a crash. The guard looked over him, a manic expression on his face. "Let's see who likes getting hit with a bat now." The guard's tone was venomous. Thomas lost consciousness as something hit his head.