Protect You XIII
Thomas kicked open the door, quickly scoping the area. A large corridor was in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he sped down the corridor trying his best to find Yuma and Beno.
Once he reached the end, he leaned against the wall, cautiously peering down each side. Another sigh left his lips as the coast was clear. "The age old question..." He chuckled to himself. "Right or Left?"
Not wasting any time, he turned left and continued until he heard voices.
"Hey, how the prisoners doing?" One voice asked. "Dunno, ain't my department." A second replied. "I heard we're not supposed to even know where they are." A third spoke up. "Scorch knows though. He's all close and cuddly with the boss." The first stated. "Aye, you know she doesn't like that. You can end up like Chills." The third retorted. "Nah. Ain't nothin like that gonna happen." The second laughed. Frozen, Thomas realized they we walking closer to him.
He turned back and ran towards the right, stopping briefly as he heard a scream from the opposite direction. "Yuma!" He whispered, gripping the pistol. "And here I hoped I would've been able to save them without killing anyone." Muttering to himself, he hid at the wall leading to the left.
The voices got closer and Thomas began to curse everything. "He should've given me a damn silencer." He growled, leaving his spot and aiming down the corridor.
"Was that scream from the prisoners?" Voice one questioned. "Didn't expect them so close." The third voice answered. As they were about to turn the corner. "Should pay them a visit soon. I heard there's quite the pretty one—" The second voice cut off as the ringing of a gun went off and the body slumped down.
Looking forward, the guy with the first voice was met with a bullet before he could shout and the third, a visibly younger male stood in shock. Thomas took advantage of the time to get up closer to him, knocking the wind out of him with a harsh kick. As the male fell, Thomas grabbed him by the shirt and peered intently at him. "You're going to show me the door with the prisoners, got it?" He growled. The male was going to protest until a warm barrel was placed on his brow.
"Unless you want to end up like your friends, do as I say." Thomas continued, making the male shake. The male nodded and got up. "I don't know the room...b-but the hall the s-scream was fr-from is on the right..." The male stated. "Let's see if you're right." Thomas smirked, pulling the man in front of him and placing the barrel on his temple.
"Walk and don't try anything stupid." The male began walking slowly down the hall he came from and took a right. There were four doors. Two on the left and two on the right. "Start opening." The male nodded. He opened the first on the left and it was empty. The male paled before he was shot in the back. "I don't have time to waste." Thomas seethed. "Don't s-shoot." The male panted, holding his side. "Last chance." Thomas sang. The male audibly gulped as he opened the adjacent door.
Inside were two small figures on two corners of the room. Throwing the male to the wall, Thomas ran inside. "Beno!" He shouted. Hearing his name, Beno perked up. "Papa?" He called out. Frantically helping him out of his restraints, Thomas have Beno a bone crushing hug. Beno looked past him and gasped. "Fë!" He pushed himself out of his father's grasp and ran towards his best friend.
Fëanor was bruised and unresponsive. Taking off the binds on him, Beno continued to try his best to wake Fëanor up. "Fë...come on. Get up." He shouted. Thomas came over to them. "Beno, hold on relax." He said calmly. He leaned down, placing his ear on Fëanor's chest, hearing a very low beat. "Don't worry. He's still alive, but he needs to get to the hospital. Do you know where your mother is?" Thomas explained, receiving a no. "I'll check the other rooms, just stay here with Fë. Okay?" He stated, getting up. Beno nodded.
Checking the door in front of him proved unfruitful. Checking the next door was in a sense, relieving. Yuma was on his back with Aegnor quietly trying to keep him composed as he struggled to regulate his breath. Caranthir trying to fix up Aegnor's sewing kit. "Yuma!" All the looked up at him. "T... Thomas?" Yuma breathed out. Rushing over, Thomas looked at Aegnor for an explanation. "He is in labor. Has been since he got here." Aegnor informed. "Alright. We're getting him to the hospital. I'll take Yuma for now. Get Fëanor and quickly. I'll have my car ready." Thomas ordered.
Aegnor and Caranthir ran to get Fëanor. "Come on, Yuma. You'll just have to wait a bit longer." Thomas told him he picked him up bridal style. "Where. Is h-he?" Yuma asked. "Ryoga has business to attend to. So you'll have to put up with me." Thomas answered, his head quickly turning to the door as he heard Aegnor scream.
"I'm killing them all! This whole building is going to be littered with their dead bodies!" Aegnor went to Thomas pulled the gun and the remaining magazines from his belt and left the room. "Car, you're coming with me. Beno, take Fë with Thomas." Aegnor turned quickly and left. Caranthir helped Fëanor onto Beno's back before running after Aegnor.
Once Beno got out of the room, he looked up at Thomas. "Ready to go?" Thomas asked. "Yeah." Beno replied, and they were on their way to the hospital.
A.N:
Lucio: Double upload. I must be feeling really good. Like super special awesome.
