Chapter 8: Captured, or Rescued?
His eyes shot open. Then closed again instantly, much aware of blinding light pouring into his bare eyes. It was that whiteness that had completely colonized his body earlier, at the Last City - wait, where the shuck was he?
He recalled his recent memories, making sure his memories were still with him not brainwashed. He sighed in relief as reminiscence flooded back. Newt, the cranks, the fire, the explosion, the light.
The only thing he could see right now was plain whiteness. He wasn't sure if it was the light or a wallpaper. Whatever it was, or the source of it, he didn't really care. Thomas really needed to know where he was at. He coudln't allow even one second lying in this odd enviornment, and his legs were starting to itch, dying for movement.
Had he been successfully taken to the berg? Was he safe now? Where were his friends-
Hold on a second. Where's Newt? Minho?
God, too much. His head was spinning like crazy now.
It was so silent, and he was one-hundred percent sure that he was alone in this place. But he needed to check out - his location, his current condition, everything. With a single grunt - which sounded more like a squeak of a dying rat - he opened his eyes again.
Shuck, these eyelids were so heavy.
Blinking furiously, he searched for anything not white. A furniture, an object, a decoration, an huma-
Then he finally noticed a dull silhouette a few feet away from him, clearly a form of a human. It definitely was a human. Thomas narrowed his eyes to make out the form's face but it only made his visions swarm, dark spots dancing around his sight.
Well, shuck these eyes. Thomas eventually gave up and moved onto his body, which probably was laying on his back. He could feel strong but soft restraints holding him down - his wrists and ankles were immovable.
A few seconds of grunting and pulling passed - now his energy had been drained, him puffing angrily. He was eager now. His entire body was stiff and frozen, but nothing was impossible.
He and his friends had invaded into the basement of WICKED, stole the serums, killed the head doctors, took twenty-eight Immunes out, and saved Newt. Nothing could stop them - well, these shucking restraints could, but, no one could stop him.
Thomas willed his body to turn his neck when, all of the sudden, the whiteness faded. It was a slow motion that Thomas had pretty gotten used to. More silhouette began to emerge as his visions cleared, revealing grey wallpapers and - beds.
Rows of them, one after another, lined up perfectly. And there were bodies. They were all covered in blankets, but Thomas could see their side rising and falling. Finally, after all of those engrossing corpses, he was seeing a living body. People.
Then he started to wonder where this place was. A laboratory? A cell? A warehouse?
Please don't be a lab, I'm shucking tired of them. Thomas pleaded mentally, adjusting his eyes to the brightness.
Finally, the surroundings were fully recognizable.
Beds, grey wallpaper, chairs positioned neatly next to each bed, luminescent bulbs, and nothing else. Except for a few essential pieces of furniture, this room was pretty much empty. No whirring machines, thankfully. No whining cranks, no blood testers.
Then he realized, there was a person right next to him.
He screamed. Yes, he screamed. Although it sounded more like a yelp of a starved goat than a proper scream.
Thomas gulped hard, trying to conceal crazy thumps of his heart. He had never been so terrified like this, but he was also grateful - he could interrogate this person now.
The person was sitting at his right, wearing a white coat, and a navy shirt beneath it. No name tags were attached, and if this person was a female, she must've tied her hair up, since the disappearance of her hair. Whoever this person was, Thomas had to ask things.
He opened his mouth to cast questionnaires when the person spoke out loud first.
"Hello, my name is Rebbecca. And I am your personal...assistant."
It was a young woman, her voice cheery and soft. Her hands were gracefully placed on her laps, her fingers long and pale. Thomas took a brief second examining this woman until he finally spoke - well, croaked.
"Where is this place? Where are the others? Who are-"
"Ask a question at a time." A woman cut off, her voice now low and ordering. Then she leaned in closer, her sharp nose only an inch away from his. Her reddish blond locks feel on his eyes. "You are safe now, I guarantee. Well, you heard this too much from the WICKD, huh?"
"What - how do you know them? Are you them? The WICKD? Who are you?" Thomas couldn't stop himself from blurting out the questions in frustration, accidentally raising his voice too much. And he immediately felt so ridiculous at how obvious his questions were.
Suddenly, an annoyed groan from his left reached his ears. It was a lean body lying on the bed, entirely covered in several blankets.
Thomas knew who this person was right away.
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