It's been days, nearly weeks, since Thomas had heard from Newt. The words from his note, haunt him in his sleep. Why would Newt do this to him? Why would he ask Thomas to kill him, knowing that he couldn't?
Thomas twists and turns in his bed. Not getting a wink of sleep before he leaves the tomorrow. He thinks about his friends, what they would be doing. He thinks about Newt, and how he acted towards him the day before, and he cringes. He sits up on his bed, the silk white sheets covering his bare chest. He unravels the note.
Kill me, if you've ever been my friend. Kill me.
He sighs and places the note back under his pillow and lies back down. He stares at the ceiling and closes his eyes. Finally falling back asleep.
It was time. Thomas changed into a simple shirt and jeans, slipping into a pair of sneakers before he left. He walks out of his room and heads for the van that was waiting for him.
"About time you showed up," Lawrence says pushing himself off the side of the vehicle. Thomas opens his mouth to respond but gets stop by a finger up in front of his face. Lawrence opens the door and pushes Thomas in without hesitation.
"It's going to make a lot of noise don't you think?" Thomas finally asks.
Lawrence chuckles. "Well it's faster in a car, but safer with walking. Which one do you want?"
He honestly didn't know. Thomas slumps back onto his seat and folds his arms. Lawrence jumps into the passenger seat, another man that Thomas doesn't recognise hopping into the drivers spot. "I will be your driver for the day, you can call me pilot," the strange man said.
He revs up the van and they drive off towards the Hangar.
Along the way, Cranks try to bust into the van, none of them being anywhere near successful. Until they come across a whole crowd of them standing in front of the van. The van rams into a sudden stop, lurching Thomas forward.
"Crap!" Lawrence swears under his breath. Thomas gawks at the Cranks all crowding around.
The pilot starts to rev up the engine again, Thomas stopping him. "You'll get them killed, yet us as well!"
Lawrence shoves him back into his seat. "Just sit down and shut up for a second will you? We'll be fine!"
Thomas curls up back in his seat and glances out one of the window. Through the swarm of Cranks that were eating and picking out the garbag of the side of the road, he saw a familiar face staring at the van. The long shaggy blonde hair, the same clothes that Thomas had seen a few days ago. Just as the pilot stepped on the accelerator, Thomas brings up the handle brake.
"Thomas get back in here!" he hears Lawrence shout at him as he opens the van door. Thomas ignores him and runs off.
A surge of relief runs through him. It was him. It was Newt.