Thomas froze, almost dropping his phone. "Who are you?" He whispered,
"Why does it matter?" The kid hissed in reply, "You're obviously not supposed to be here so do me a bloody favour and end this pain."
Thomas took a deep breath, "Alright. I can do that." Just not in the way you're thinking, Thomas took a step towards him and the blond flinched from the growing light. Thomas dimmed the light on the phone, making the room darker. He knelt down next to him and reached into his pocket to find something to break the chains. Thomas turned to glance at the boy briefly, studying the chains to figure out the quickest and easiest way to get them off. He's handcuffed, that's a great place to start. Thomas thought, pulling out his lock-pick from his pocket.
Thomas turned towards him, "Hold out your arms... Please... I need to access the cuffs."
The boy hesitated, and then nodded slightly, holding out his arms. He winced with pain when Thomas touched him.
Thomas muttered an apology and unlocked the cuffs. They fell off with a click and the blond flexed his hands, wincing from the stiffness.
He offered his hand to the blond, "Thomas."
"What?"
"Thomas. That's my name. What's yours?"
"What is it that you are doing?" The kid frowned, rejecting the handshake, and ignoring his question.
"I'm freeing you. What does it look like?" Thomas said stiffly, offended, he continued prying the chains off the boy's leg. Thomas stood up and held his hand out again. "Come on. We need to hurry."
"Hurry?" He echoed, accepting the help to stand up.
"Well we need to get out of here before they get back." Thomas replied, "Unless, you want to stay here." He gestured around the room. "That's fine with me, I guess."
"Alright. I'll come with you." He grunted, his foreign accent growing stronger with each word.
Thomas lead the kid up the stairs and towards the window that he entered by.
"Bloody hell. This place has changed!"
"You've been here before?" Thomas questioned, turning around.
"Been here before? I bloody live here!" He frowned, opening his mouth to say something, but then he shut his mouth, and turned his gaze towards Thomas. "I want to get out of here. Now."
Thomas went to question him when he stopped himself. Minho! I need to talk to him! He turned the volume up on his earpiece and turned on his mic. "Minho!"
"Thomas! You finished your heist! Did you open the vault?"
"Not exactly."
"Not exactly?"
"Well, there wasn't any money. But there's no time to explain. I need to get out of here pronto."
"Alright Thomas. Remember I'm here if you need something."
Thomas turned off his mic and motioned towards the window. "Come on. Lets go."
Thomas helped the blond climb out of the window. When he got outside, Thomas pulled his hood over his head, not wanting to be recognised (And also because he was cold). He began to walk towards the forest that bordered the house when a voice from behind him stopped him.
"Thomas."
"Yeah?" Thomas asked, turning around, so he remembered my name, he thought.
"Well. Than-Thank you. Thank you for- for.." He frowned, muttering under his breath. "Never mind." He snorted, "Let's just go and get away from this bloody house."
Thomas turned back around and continued his walk back towards the forest. He glanced back to see that the blond hadn't moved from where he stood. "Hurry up! We need to get out of here!" Thomas hissed.
"No."
"What?!"
"Why am I listening to you. You're obviously younger than me. I should be the one ordering you around."
"I rescued you from death and torture!"
"Death would have been better than this! Whatever it is your planning. Wherever you're taking me. You have no plan!"
Stung, Thomas took a step back. "I have a plan, but fine. I'm not forcing you to come with me. I just figured that since I saved your life you would at least trust me." He turned towards the forest again. "Stay here then. I'll just go to this place that I'm not planning to go to and meet up with my friend who I don't even plan on knowing." Turning on his mic, he radioed his friend. "Minho. I should be there soon. I'm heading into the forest now." He set off, walking briskly. Not checking if the blond was following or not. After a few seconds he glanced back, feeling guilty for his sudden outburst. He saw the kid limping along behind him. Thomas slowed his pace to match him and the kid muttered his thanks.
After a few minutes of silence, the blond muttered something, startling Thomas. "Thomas?"
"Huh?"
"You asked for my name earlier.. Remember?"
"Yeah."
"Well it's Newt."
"Newt?"
"Yes."
"That's your name?" Thomas echoed.
"Yes! Are you deaf or something, Tommy?"
A minute of awkward silence passed.
"Tommy?" Thomas mused.
"Shut up."
"It's okay, Newt. You can call me Tommy."
"I said shut up."
